Good luck with linear searching. It’s not here. This is my sexual assault story walking her victim into freed light.

Scorched peaches the chapbook

Short and tart, Scorched Peaches the chapbook is 28 unique poetry forms, 13 NUDY artworks, handwritten, and secretly published April 2026 in Decatur, Ga in mystery *so steep, the first copy is currently lost. February 2027 is ramp UP with the work released non-traditionally April 2027. Chapbook theme? Sexual shame in book self-publishing. (i.e. my 2009 #1 bestsmeller)

*grace apology for my codependent actions of past, they need peace tending not click-bait war. Contact Me. Onward~!

From old mj to midge’a the waitress of boi

When COVID-19 hit, I was glad to be indoors under a safe roof. I called it the Brooklyn Ashram. New York had been rough to me. As rough as I had been to myself. If the Humans of New York with whom I lived hadn’t started coming home from work, I might not have known for two weeks there was a worldwide pandemic endangering lives. (March 2020)

I had been endangering my life since 2014. I’m about to do it again. Becoming the Waitress of Boi coming out dangerous & sideways on her sexual assault. Scorched Peaches my stand, my Georgia-time sexual psyche mess taking a stand for what I know ~ NO MEANS NO every time.

And? sexual peace needs visibility. Like coming out on what I SAY is my oldest pro work as a former topless sensual masseuse. WHILE writing. My local Decatur darling. Of a #1 Amazon selling book. In the same zip code.

And there’s a whole lotta ugly Commanda R more.

It’s confusing, it’s mystery.

It’s magnetic, it’s harsh.

It’s humiliating, embarrassing, AND claimed. It’s shame seen, dissolving, renamed: Scorched Peaches. From the weakest plank, strength.

I don’t know where this stand will go. Will sexual peace be negotiated in my old community relationships? Will the community say yes to peace building with each other on their own? “Just” peace? Will I draw out an Atlanta waitress or bartender who will jump forward because I jumped? Will she need to go to war before she can consider the sexual peace? Will the men make amends?

War — date rape in the bars uprising. That’s what could be incited. IF IT GOES THAT WAY, I will support the women. Butt I don’t know how because I must walk Affection Road vulnerably in my peace friend cleanse vision. If a miracle to call off the dogs of social war is needed…? May the light step in.

Hey, I could be hosed, hated, and secretly adored with zero outer support. I’ve already had half a sister whack of No Call No Show. I’ll survive it. Butt I won’t slowly kill my spirit or endanger my life again off the drug of all drugs: shitty shitty shame saturated sad forever feeling bad SILENCED within me.

FAWK that.

I am not a program, I am not a life coach, I am not an influencer, not entertainer, not a brand. I am not branded. Except I am. Experimental, paradox. I embrace who I am. Woman Walking Out…of…false outright lie that shame cannot bare 2B seen thus left behind.

FAWK IS FORGIVENESS. visceral forgiveness.

FAWK the phallus discordant man whom I asked for a classic, traditional, mythic branding iron as measured start of RESPECTED true amends. NO CALL NO SHOW, peace friend. I claim every moment I, too, acted asshole. This blog, my self-amends. CAUTION! I no longer serve the unempowered, no boundaries, fucked up girl wait section. SECTION CLOSED so don’t bully UR way in again.

Who I am then? Revoker of shame branded. A visible (((A))) line of NUDY defenselessness. Commanda R, Mary Jane, a daughter of the world.

To revoke extreme anguish

About 9 years ago, I landed safely in the Brooklyn Ashram and worked behind the veil on my ugly fruit basket. Scorched Peaches is me claiming that basket and offering its transmuted light in this creative fruit stand. I had to practice such dignity. About 300 swings at a blog, unquantifiable in contemplation. Practice takes patience (a rich resource!), and I am very rich. In patience.

U R WARNED— it’s what our dearly departed Dolly Parton once said.

“It takes a lot of money to look this cheap.”

My stand stinks. Tastes like rotting air of the corpse victim in me. And? It’s giving me my power back. Because Scorched Peaches allows my fucked up girl to offer her insight and exit denial. Violence seen. Walked out. Changed.

Changing the shame game in me looks like not fighting what happened. Dual whammy ~ extreme codependence AND sexual assault.

{U R Warned — those two whammies above do NOT always go together}

Too much FLACK and YAP on extreme hot button words lead to deluge of criticism, judgment, and cruelty ONLINE. thus my NO COMMENTS blog & YouTube policy. (do comment; because I read butt don’t post them.)

My mature work? I cannot avoid or hide it. Scorched Peaches does not flaunt it. So mind your higher capability of contemplating before throwing bricks at my NUDY lest war of the sexes go unchecked, unchanged, forever, inside of you. NUDY is my war walkout. {Commanda R}

NUDY is Innocence. Scorched Peaches is your old waitress giving a nonlinear story. (Decatur feminists, artists, conscientious, solid brother dears, you are initiated. dance past my extremes, go for putting the past to rest in grace. NUDY. Or just say peace or forgiveness or restorative justice! My myth not mandatory, ahem, that would be cult. Yes? No way.)

FAWK that. No cults. Yet if you think mature peace building is cult, look west on Ponce de Leon? Look 2 Atlanta and look up our stats on sex trafficking. Atlanta stinks. Air tastes like rotting emotional flesh doing nothing and letting sick patriarchy run us around like a demanding, discordant table of eight 5% tip.

Atlanta VDAY? Re-initiate. Let’s break another chain. I’ll go first. I’ll be the tip/s. I’ll go alone because that’s how I trained. I don’t want to. I need all support to court OUT your new ATL leader. Support to deliver my peace friendship walkout speech April 2027 on Decatur Square is desired. Just say hi, I will hear you in the back of my messy shame stand. I will loop back.

Please do not fear me. Do embrace your fear. Do not advise me if I do not consent. Do not tell me how impressed you are with my eloquence. That’s guilt. Guilt is the pattern. Breaking free from a monster pattern publicly, unsupported except for breath — what else COULD it be butt ugly/messy? This penitent optimism of mine, it’s dangerous. We have no clear data on different paths of revoking sex shame. So how would anyone know?

I choose to know. So I go.

I seek to build WITH any community in Georgia that will have me. Just say hi.

Just the beginning ~ constant updates starting here now. 8/31/26

Thank you,

Mary Jane, MJA, the Waitress of Boi as Midge’a

Former resident of Decatur, Georgia 17 years

Former resident of Athens 3 years (masters at UGA)

Former waitress, 8 Georgia establishments + 6 more

Former active community member of a million things

Former sex AND work of something I refuse to make wow brand popular to get me out of hot water for sake of ground floor building of what’s needed: sexual peace and a new survivor bridge

AGAIN – Former tax smacked waitress paycheck 8 times over in the state I loved and lost, my beloved Georgia, where I scorched my peaches

(((A)))