Thursday, June 27, 2019

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

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Quitting Cigarette Smoke: Yet Once Again:

Monday, June 17^th, 2019 at 9:00am I quit smoking 100% tobacco cigarettes. I’m finally coming out of a quietly foul tempered mood and into a more even keel emotional state.

Personally, I love to smoke 100% tobacco cigarettes no matter what anyone has to say about it.

Personally, I think cigarettes make better companions than humans.

No, smoking cigarettes isn’t my god.

No, I don’t prefer the company of cigarettes over humans, although, close.

Yes, I do like cigarettes more as companions than I like most people, however, I don’t like to be stared at while I smoked cigarettes because it’s obvious I enjoy such an activity.

Yes, hypothetically if I would’ve been born “independently wealthy” then I would’ve lived in some quiet and posh modern penthouse either right in the city or off the beaten path and smoked about five to ten cigarettes per day and written and read most of my days away, however, since I’m a woman of color then I’ve always worked for my keep through sweat equity of cleaning bathrooms and household chores and the such.

Yes, whenever one were to smoke cigarettes then one metaphorically and emotionally “Hulk’s out” since smoking cigarettes is a poison introduced into the bloodstream.

Ever since I quit smoking cigarettes my mood swings have completely subsided.

Yes, when I turn 80 I’ll become a fulltime smoker because ultimately old people all get old and wrinkled and by the time one’s eighty years old then most people look like lifelong smokers, anyway.

Seriously, no one escapes the grip of old age.

Eighty and ninety year olds mostly tend to hunch over, cough and look wrinkled like smokers do whether they are smokers or not.

Old age is old age whether people smoke or not, mostly people look warn out or beaten down by life and gravity.

Yes, after the age of 40, people smell old.

Yes, after the age of 40, people smell awesome because this is their natural smells.

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Sweat Equity

Doesn’t mean

Indentured Servitude

(June 27, 2019)

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A “mama’s boy”

Doesn’t ever seem to want to mature

A “mama’s boy”

Doesn’t ever seem to want a mature adult girlfriend or wife

Because a “mama’s boy” tends to think of his mom as his wife.

A “mama’s boy”

Tells his mom ‘everything’ unless he’s in trouble

Then he doesn’t tell her anything

Ultimately, a “mama’s boy” is badly misbehaved

By wanting an indentured servant for a girlfriend

While dating a mom-like substitute with sexual benefits

A mama’s boy

Is so rude as to call his mom

At the beginning, middle or end of romantic dates

On Friday and Saturday nights

While out with his girlfriend or wife.

A mama’s boy can’t go a single date

Without calling his mommy to ask her what she’d like to eat

As though the mommy’s part of the romantic date.

A mama’s boy

Only talks about his mom during romantic dates.

A mama’s boy only talks about his mom

Or former girlfriends

While out on his romantic date.

A mama’s boy

Tends to want to talk about his mom

While he’s naked and during sexual intercourse.

A good girlfriend will break any

Mama’s boy of such a disgusting habit.

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Modern psychology teaches us:

A “mama’s boy”

Isn’t a fully developed man

Since a “mama’s boy”

Doesn’t ever seem to want to become

An adult “family man”

To his girlfriend or to his wife

Primarily because

A “mama’s boy”

Is more or less his mom’s eternal husband, forever.

A mama’s boy

Tends to act or speak

As though he has a crush on his mom.

A mama’s boy will compare

His girlfriend to his mom.

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A mama’s boy, first, likes to talk things over with his

“mommy dearest.”

A “mama’s boy” only wants to listen to his mommy talk.

A “mama’s boy” really only cares what his mom thinks of

His clothing choices, looks, weight and value

A mama’s boy doesn’t care

That anyone knows he’s married to his mom

Who enslaves him to her every whim, need or desire.

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A mama’s boy’s mom

Is also another woman

Who must be dated by

The girlfriend or wife.

A mama’s boy’s mom

Is also included in romantic dates,

Life choices and decisions,

Otherwise a mama’s boy’s mom

Can get quite hostile and cruel and mean

With the girlfriend or wife

A mama’s boy’s mom

Is usually

The most boring woman alive

Who only talks about

Cleaning house or chores.

A mama’s boy’s mom

Is cruel, petty and a jealous individual.

A mama’s boy’s mom

Is the loneliest and most frightened creature

Who continually lashes out

From insecurity and need to be first in her boy’s life.

A mama’s boy’s mom

Wants to be her son’s wife.

A mama’s boy’s mom

Is way more dysfunctional than

A mama’s boy.

A mama’s boy’s mom

Is usually extremely

Demanding, controlling and manipulative

As well as an outright liar

And at times a thief and lies about it.

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No mature man ever compares his girlfriend to his mom.

Why?

A girlfriend has sex,

While the mom must completely stay out of the bedroom

Even if the mom forces herself into the relationship

With some excuse to do her adult boy’s laundry

No mature man ever wishes

For his girlfriend to stay home and clean

All by herself for the rest of her days

While his mom lectures his girlfriend

On household chores.

Torture.

Cleaning forever is a prison sentence.

No mature man ever sides with his mom

Since mature men know

Sex is between him and his woman

And not between him and his mom,

No mature man ever treats his mom

Like a girlfriend or wife or lover

No mature man ever touches his mom

With the intimacy of a girlfriend or wife or lover

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Warning:

Moms don’t ever allow for their sons

To caress moms breasts or legs.

Parents don’t ever allow for themselves

To be inappropriately sexually touched,

No matter how lonely the parent

Or no matter what European values.

No, I don’t know anything’s factually occurred,

However, when I state my adopted parents are strict

About sexual boundaries thus

My parents and I do get along

Because my parents have always been strict

With serious sexual boundaries

Then I don’t ever want to hear any European moms

Say their rules are more relaxed than my parents

Because the reason

For why my parents and I trust each other

Is because

Even though

We don’t like each other,

My parents and I haven’t

Ever sexually fondled each other

Nor do my parents insinuate such a heinous thing is ok.

Nope.

Ultimately, “mamas’ boys” are barely men who are quite inept at lifestyle coping skills or incompetent at anything domestic primarily due to the fact such any defunct child was more than pampered in childhood therefore such a spoiled and rotten soul learns not to ever take care of themselves much less be self-sufficient in household chores or cleaning.

Now, I’m serious no matter what values or disvalues, mothers don’t ever allow for themselves to be caressed on their private genitals or breasts by their sons no matter how old any mothers or sons are.

Now, I’m not saying or implying anyone has or does touch their parents’ breasts or legs, however, this goes without saying.

Now, no mother is ever allowed to say she wishes she could date her son otherwise she grosses everybody out.

Now, no mother is allowed to say she’s relaxed about her sexuality specifically when it comes to adult children and their sexuality or any type of sexual fondling.

Now, no mother is wife to her son no matter how delusional the mom might be about her role as a mother to a “mama’s boy.”

No, I’m sure I don’t know why “The Greatest Generation” of moms always treats their sons as though their sons are their husbands because this is quite disgusting in nature.

Sincerely;

Gabriel

Tuesday, June 25, 2019

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Blog and Website Cleanup:

Okay, blog archive pages are about to be built.

Okay, I’m about to clean up the blog since this is highly required.

Yes, the up-keep of this website is wonderfully done.

Yes, having a personal and creative website/platform is one of the best things I’ve ever done for myself to keep myself safe as a woman of color.

No, I’m not into blogging or journaling or diaries.

Yes, I love to write, however, I definitely don’t like to journal.

Yes, the journals of murderers, sociopaths and rapists are nothing like my journals.

Yes, the journals of the mentally ill and heroin addicts and sociopaths are nothing like my journals.

How do I know the journals of sociopaths are nothing like my journals?

Well, I’ve read the journals of rapists, pedophiles and sociopaths and I’m here to tell anyone such journals are some of the most liable and devastating writings I’ve ever read in my entire life.

Definitely not anyone can write well.

The journals of rapists and sociopaths are incredible violent and disassociated from any type of modern reality.

Personally, I can be one petty woman about men being disrespectful.

However, I don’t have the brains of psychopaths. Nope.

Personally, I can have one character flaw about having a sharp tongue.

However, I don’t have the brains of rapists.

Personally, my one and great character weakness is not holding my tongue when other people are directly rude to me.

However, I don’t have the brains of pedophiles.

Nope.

Look, Minnesota, I’m one righteous babe because I don’t go out looking for trouble and I don’t make trouble unless I’m oppressed or physically injured or severely put down by continuous and repetitious verbal harassment then be very well prepared for me to lecture about slavery.

Yes, personally I’d rather literally get kicked once per month rather than be called a “cunt,” “slut,” or “whore,” every two days.

No, I haven’t taken beatings at home.

Yes, I’ve taken beatings at work.

Yes, I’ve been choked and hit on the neck by a female co-worker.

Yes, I’ve been punched and kicked and had my hair pulled at work. Correct.

Sincerely;

Gabriel

Friday, June 21, 2019

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Sexual Harassment Against Men

The Twin Cities, MN’s prostitute’s children are creepy and cause for concern and cause for alarm.

Last night at Burger King at around 5:55pm, the creepiest light-skinned fat faced little Mexican girl of about the age of ten purposely walked over and stood right next to where we stood in line while at the order counter we directly spoke to the cashier while the fat little girl stood right next to my boyfriend’s right leg as though she was a pick pocket or a con artist.

The fat ugly little girl was an over sexualized pervert who couldn’t wait her turn in line with the rest of her family who stood to the right side of us thus the fat little girl made it an imperative to be specifically noticed by us even though we did ignore her and she eventually went away disappointed to have been deeply ignored by both of us.

The fat little Mexican creep for a female child stood there like she was out on a date with us therefore immediate I thought she was the daughter of whores and the daughter of prostitutes because when I produced a documentary about north, Minneapolis prostitution in the year 2011 then I discovered the children of prostitutes act like adults with feigned confidence although much of the confident is fake and primarily only a type of confidence for which seeks to be sexually thought of as adults.

The entire ordeal felt like a set-up or a play well rehearsed.

The fat ugly little girl seemed to want to be noticed by any adults around who’d give her the attention she thought she deserved in her child’s delusional mind to consider herself to be treated like a powerful adult woman rather than the uneducated and ignoramus fat and mean spirited ugly little girl she was.

The entire act was orchestrated or rehearsed or off.

Nothing about her ugly little interaction was real only masked or manufactured to cover up her demons and insecurities about the fact she was born, lived and most likely would die a nobody since she was “creep central” and her brain wiring was completely off as though all she knew was exactly how to manipulate her way through the world until she met me and without a single word she and her parents all understood I knew their game and to ‘knock it off’ or I’d directly and publically address her psychosis and it wouldn’t be pretty because any excellent writer will give three concrete examples and logic and reason for anyone acting like perverts and to stop such nonsense.

The fat ugly little girl was so not cool because she lives for her vagina rather than her intellect.

That fat ugly little girl knew exactly how to manipulate adults and exactly where and how to apply pressure on adults by simply being creepy and she purposely abused anyone’s personal boundaries and she purposely abused any personal space thus making the atmosphere as uncomfortable as possible yet daring anyone to say anything about her perverted psychosis.

The fat ugly little girl was a manipulative bitch playing an adult game she knew nothing about because he face was too fat and her energy was off as though she knew nothing of real power and real responsibilities thus and therefore she didn’t know how to wear her quasi role well.

The pathetic fat little girl’s father purposely caught me off in line at the soda stand and said “excuse you,” however I corrected him and said “actually, excuse you. You reached across my face.”

Immediately, I, understood, they were a family of con artists and one had to get as far away from them as soon as possible and not at all interact with them because the whole lot was a bunch of creepy perverts on the prowl for any human weakness.

The fat little girl was insane with an inflated ego.

The fat little girl’s father was also insane with an inflated ego.

The con artist family was insane with fake confidence and terrible urine smells.

The fat ugly little girl couldn’t help but want to advertise she must be thought of as an adult woman therefore the little girl was automatically a joke except for the way she seduced her way through the world like she was someone important in shabby and dirty clothes with nothing important to say and nothing real to contribute to the world other than wasted energy and pomp and circumstance and nothing more than fluff until she got her fat little hands inside someone’s pockets.

The fat little girl sucked the very oxygen out of the air because she was simply a pervert and she knew she was a pervert however no one ever dares to address her real deep and creepy psychological issues therefore the rest of us left her to rot in her self-made importance and delusions of grandeur simply because she was the type of child who’s most likely already been sexually had by adults thus she’s a goner.

The confused and overly sexualized child came across more like a pick-pocket than a whore herself although the little girl wanted to seduce any adult around to notice her and how she conducted herself as a quasi aggressive adult except for the mere fact the child came across like am emotionally starved child looking for attention anywhere she could find it because she gave off the air of constantly being used, however, not ever respected or loved.

The creepy little fat Mexican girl with an ego larger than Rasputin stood there stupefied like she owned the world except had no idea how to own herself.

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Perverts Destroy Culture and Society

Personally, I can imagine how terrible sexual harassment against men must be.

Now, sexual harassment of women is the same as sexual harassment for men since sexual harassment is about power and not about sexuality.

Personally, I can only imagine how terrible and frightening and awful and terrifying it must be to be cornered or left alone in a room with a family friend’s child pervert to lift up her skirt and give insinuations the little child pervert would like to have hypothetical sexual encounters with a man in his fifties.

The reason why adults are made scared by the overt or subtle or covert sexual misconduct of family friend’s children is mainly due to the fact such a child pervert has no boundaries or respect for anyone much less herself.

The reason why adults are made scared by the overt or subtle or covert sexual misconduct of best friend’s wives to feel as far up the thigh of their male friends is mainly due to the fact such a married female friend has no boundaries or respect for anyone much less herself.

Personally, I can see and understand how my boyfriend has been petrified and scared of all of the sexually perverted sexual advances by nearly anyone in front of his face.

Yes, my heart goes out to my boyfriend who’s constantly warding off sexual advances from perverts.

Yes, my boyfriend only wants to be with me while sexual perverts want to get with my boyfriend.

No, my boyfriend doesn’t go out of his way to sexually advance upon anyone.

Yes, my boyfriend loves making love to me and flirting only with me because I know my mind, body and soul and I’m an awesome mature woman.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

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We’ve recommitted

Continually My Boyfriend

Gets Sexually Assaulted

Sexually Harassed

Yes, I feel terrible for my boyfriend

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

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No, my boyfriend’s not a pedophile.

Yes, drunken teen-children do act like pedophiles.

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Minnesota, I’m not here to sue anyone.

Minnesota, I’m not here to ever call the police for any reason.

Unless asked to call the police, however, only on behalf of someone else while spread across in middle of a sidewalk as a farfetched example.

Oh, no!

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Stop The Press

Hahaha

(One Year Vow of Silence from Nagging)

(Personally, I hate to be nagged to clean bathrooms)

Minnesota, no one moves a muscle since private business is between private consenting adults and no one else.

Minnesota, neither will I ever call the police for any physical violence abuse of any type unless I’m at the office or in public establishments or sidewalks or otherwise I keep to myself and am mature and as calm as possible even in the face of direct verbal abuse aimed at me thus I’m a woman of color with a large heart who may not be called a “slut,” “whore,” or “cunt,” since I’m neither “stupid,” “idiot,” or “idiotic.” Ah, no.

Minnesota, I shan’t ever sue anyone for any type of physical violence abuse because I don’t have the type of energy to ever get into any type of legal lawsuit since I’m working on bettering myself as an already mature woman who decides happiness over cruelty alas I choose happiness over environmental hazards.

Minnesota, I’m not here to do anything other than to be respectful, do active listening and do the very best I can with the very little resources presented to me as a woman of color boss.

Minnesota, I don’t know why the Minnesotans nicknamed me “The Boss” except correct and yes I’m “The Boss” because what’s obvious about me is this: No, I don’t have any sexual hang ups and I definitely don’t care to have any power over anyone else and I like to be self sufficient and tidy and also messy and imperfect.

Minnesota, let’s grow together or not; however, eventually we all mature and become adults.

Minnesota, maturity isn’t growing up.

Minnesota, maturity is adulthood which adulthood’s righteously awesome.

Minnesota, whenever anyone asks to have a car stopped then one immediate stops the car because the verbal abuse is pure torture compared to a swift kick to the leg.

Minnesota, I’d rather take a physical and literal kick to the leg any day even though such injuries set my running schedule behind.

Minnesota, figuratively I’m going “to throw down” in the field at Grandmas 2020 for domestic violence abuse.

Minnesota, Day #3 of no smoking cigarettes.

Minnesota, women win the 26.2 miles at 2 hour and 45 minutes.

Minnesota, men win the 26.2 miles at 1 hour.

Minnesota, I shan’t tell anyone about any of this physical violence abuse, however, I get to record the atrocities because I smile and laugh even though my muscles and bones hurt.

Minnesota, I love you.

Minnesota, gently we go.

Minnesota, stop the hate.

Minnesota, I’ll keep my mouth shut, however, please don’t think me the fool or an idiot or idiotic.

Minnesota, for restitution I’d like morning pastries each and every single day of the week, thanks. Wink.

Minnesota, I’m not here to do anything bad to you.

Minnesota, I’m here to help you mature and become a true upstanding adult.

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No, My Boyfriend isn’t a Pedophile

Drunken Teen-Children act more like Pedophiles than Adults do

Yes, my fifty-four year old boyfriend loves to be near the company of drunken teen-children even though my fifty-four year old boyfriend doesn’t ever want or doesn’t ever like to be approached by drunken teen-children since my boyfriend hates drunken women.

Yes, my boyfriend purposely places himself amongst or near drunken teen-children because such drunken children make him feel “young” except the drunken teen-children don’t seem to control their sexual impulse control therefore the drunken teen-children seem to become sexual predators to my adult male boyfriend.

Yes, my boyfriend makes terrible decisions as to where to hang out simply because he refuses to mature and join the rest of the mature adult world into full fledged adulthood.

Yes, my boyfriend gets utterly uncomfortable by drunkard women.

My boyfriend’s last wish or desire is to have anything to do with drunken women of any age, size or race.

Well, my boyfriend isn’t into any type of drunken teen-children, however, three nights a week my boyfriend chooses to hang out near drunken teen-children or alcoholics or former drug addicts or drug dealers.

Well, my boyfriend’s family friend’s female children as young as five lift up their skirts to show off their private genital parts. Gross.

Well, my boyfriend has drunken depressive bar women forcibly take my boyfriend’s hand and place my boyfriend’s hand on the drunken bar women’s breasts while bartenders throw out the drunken women. Gross.

Well, my boyfriend has had his good married female friend seduce him by putting their married hands as far up my boyfriend’s thigh as the married friend possibly could get away with a hand near his genitals while the husband slept in the upstairs floor. Gross.

Well, drunken teen-children pace to and fro quite seductively needing to be noticed by my boyfriend otherwise the drunken teen-children seem to nearly want to masturbate right in front of us. Gross.

Personally, I don’t know why so many sexual perverts reside or frequent near Highland Park’s natural splendor and beauty.

Highland Park’s a ghetto like any other ghetto.

Yes, I’ve been advised to realize that the richest cocaine drug dealers frequent Highland Park therefore the richest cocaine addicts and cocaine drug lords who happen to be St. Thomas’s students have a claim to Highland Park’s natural wonder and splendor. Gross.

Yes, Highland Park’s more ghetto than north, Minneapolis except Highland Park has money to cover up the stench of ghetto.

Highland Park has some real insane activities for which seem regular “run of the mill,” however, outside of the rich drunken teen-children’s culture there isn’t much here since the entire Highland Park’s surrounded by Saint Paul, MN which Saint Paul, MN is one large ghetto stretching for miles and miles of nothing other than rundown buildings and ankle deep street garbage.

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Last Night,

We Got Serious

We Hiked Cliffs

And Had Fun

We’ve committed to each other

Yes, my boyfriend and I agree he won’t forcibly yank me out of any chair then I won’t self-defend by having to flail my arms or air-kick at him to keep him at a distance otherwise he’s dreaded beard gets caught in my fingers while I do my very best not to have to take a punch to the ribs or a kick to the legs.

Yes, my boyfriend and I agree he won’t forcibly yank me out of any chair for which I sit since it’s rather rude to yank anybody out of their chair, throw them onto a couch and hold them down while covering their mouth.

Yes, whenever I’ve told my boyfriend as much as in the upwards of twenty times to please give me some literal physical space then the more I get cornered and the more scared I become thus I tend to scream bloody murder because I get scared like a child therefore I scream.

Yes, my boyfriend and I agree we won’t get physically violent anymore otherwise I’ll end up dead since I’m not a good physical fighter.

Yes, we must seize this physical violence abuse since it’s mainly only women who end up dead.

Yes, my boyfriend and I agree we won’t get physically violent anymore otherwise I’ll end up dead since women are the ones who get killed and not men.

Yes, we’re going to seize physical violence abuse in exchange for no nagging about sexual perverts who take the liberty to touch my boyfriend even though my boyfriend feels incredibly uncomfortable to get touched by strange perverts.

Saint Paul, MN stay: back, back, back. Hands off.

My boyfriend will continue to make bad choices and continue to hang out near or surrounded by drunken teen-children for which he says he won’t allow for anyone to ever again touch his beard since he now understands I don’t allow for anyone to touch my hair or face therefore in any heterosexual monogamous relationship no one allows themselves to be inappropriately touched on the face or anywhere else by anyone else other than one’s girlfriend or wife or spouse.

No, my boyfriend doesn’t want to date any teens.

No, I don’t believe my boyfriend is old.

However, I do think my fifty-four year old boyfriend’s an old man compared to any teen-child.

Yes, fifty-five year old men are considered geriatric.

Yes, the moment I turned 23 I was told by older women that my youth was then over and I was considered middle aged at the age of 23.

Personally, I don’t care how old I get with each passing day since I don’t have complexes or insecurities about old age.

Personally, I’m watching my boyfriend nearly lose his brains about becoming classified or labeled a geriatric senior.

Personally, I don’t leave my boyfriend because he needs me more than I need him.

Seriously, if we were to hypothetically break up then I’m to go straight into a homeless shelter and if this were hypothetically my fate then I’d rather head for Los Angeles and do a homeless shelter in LA since August is nearly around the corner and if I’m not wanted and if I’m to be thrown out onto the streets like a dog then I want out of Minnesota as immediately as possible.

Personally, I’ve been told I don’t have a life or anything better to do thus and therefore I stick around since I don’t have anything better to look forward to, however, getting beaten or kicked isn’t my idea of a good time.

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The Beatings Have Stopped

The reason why I smile and I’m quite a genuinely happy person is because well, underneath my clothes I’m black and blue and I’m bruised therefore no matter what’s going on, I’m simply happy to still be healthy and take it in stride.

Yes, I win every time I genuinely smile since I took the beatings and have done quite well except I forget to keep my mouth shut whenever I don’t like something major or tremendous in the relationship then I forget I have to take a beating whether my boyfriend’s sober or drunk, a beating’s a beating.

No, my boyfriend doesn’t get away with being physically violently abusive to me without me having a huge say about it thus and therefore thus this way there’s more justice than any courtroom because ultimately the winds of change are on my back and I can sense the universe is about to hand my boyfriend his rear end to humble him in ways he hasn’t ever been humbled which is to be ignored by all and anyone near you.

Personally, living in Minnesota as a woman of color I’m constantly ignored therefore I can see the gods of all cultures coming together and teach my boyfriend a good lesson on a good long stretch of road as to what it’s like to be insignificant and forgotten and overlooked by anyone thus and therefore I think my boyfriend’s geriatric years will be great for self realization, self love and self respect for others who are considered less and far more marginalized than my boyfriend who’s a fifty-four year old Caucasian male with a dead rat for a dreadlocked beard on his face.

Personally, I think the universe is about to hand my boyfriend his rear primarily because my boyfriend’s clueless about respect or harmony or grace.

Personally, I don’t like to be publically humiliated however my boyfriend’s favorite pastime is to publically humiliate me or to humiliate me by having anyone near hear how I supposedly assault him, however, it’s my boyfriend who first assaults me then I self defend and his stupid and gross nappy dead rodent beard gets in the way of my flailing fingers while falling backwards thus and therefore my boyfriend likes to yell out loud and have anyone hear about how I ripped off his dreadlocked beard except what he forgets to include is how he first physically removed me from a sitting position and dragged to a couch to be held down against my will and have my mouth covered then afterwards massively kicked while I was already down for the count.

Yes, I scream bloody murder.

My boyfriend likes to publically humiliate me by complaining he gets beaten yet it is I who is black and blue all over underneath my clothes thus while my boyfriend doesn’t have a single mark or scratch therefore I don’t allow for my boyfriend to get away with such bullshit since I’m the one dealing with the beatings and not my boyfriend because I sloppily self defend however I'm the one who gets punched in the ribs and kicked on the hips and kicked in the kidneys and slapped across the face and slapped on top of the head and my hair ripped out and choked. Hahaha. I deal with it. I’m righteously awesome.

Recently it’s rare to go anywhere alone, however, whenever I frequent anyplace alone then I’ve had more than usual amounts of strangers tell me they think I’m lovely and I genuinely smile since none of them know what it’s like to have bruised ribs or a fractured wrist or kicked above the knee or thrown out of a moving vehicle therefore I smile since I’m the one living through it and they’re not the one’s having to go through this thus and therefore I sincerely smile at people whether they are cruel or kind.

When anyone gets beaten then no one realizes one has to constantly heal bones and muscles every time one’s injured therefore one’s constantly re-injured from some slight injury or another or kick or punch thus one smiles because when you’ve taken a beating then you win since the perpetrator spends all day playing the martyr and feeling deeply ashamed and guilty while the abused party heals and quickly forgets about the physical violence.

No, I’m not ever going to call the police on my boyfriend.

No, I’m not ever going to sue my boyfriend.

Yes, if my boyfriend quasi breaks up with me and kicks me out as he does every single week then all I ask for is to not ever be found again.

Yes, if my boyfriend wants me gone then I’d like to ghost my boyfriend and quietly disappear into the morning light.

Yes, if I’m not wanted in this nightmare of a place called racist Minnesota then I’ve run my course here and I must go someplace else where for which there’s no snow or ten below zero or some stupidity or other about existing as a woman of color.

Beating or kicking or punching or choking or dragging a woman by her hair is about power and control and not about sex.

Personally, I hate to be kicked or punched or choked or dragged by the hair as a woman of color.

Personally, I think my boyfriend requires to be socially ignored for the next ten years due to the fact he’s a real and true vain man who deserves absolutely not attention from anybody other than other men or his mom who is also okay with the beating of a woman of color.

As long as mommy’s baby boy’s okay then nothing really matters and having me get beaten in the form of kicks or punches or slaps or choked is nothing t mommy dearest yet here I am at the infusion center because they both need me more than I need them even though they’re disrespectful as hell to be around. Yep.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Monday, June 17, 2019

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Hateful and Uneducated Minnesota Women

Minnesota doesn’t seem to have any family values

Minnesota doesn’t seem to believe in

Heterosexual monogamous couples

Minnesota seems oversexed and boozy

With very little real sexual appeal

Why do Minnesota women blatantly

Flirt with another woman’s boyfriend,

While the harassing women

Silently ignore the girlfriend

Take a wild guess…

Yes, I’m someone with real power

Yes, I’m someone of real consequence

Yes, I’m someone who’s a real force to be reckoned with

Double Standards

Fondling any man’s beard

is the same as imitating to fondle any man’s penis

When any man isn’t one’s boyfriend

then one doesn’t ever touch their fucking beard

No, one doesn’t touch adults.

Period.

Drunken teen-children may not ever touch

the beard of any adult male.

Drunken women may not ever touch

the beard of any adult male.

If whenever any drunken teen-child literally plays with the beard of any other woman’s fifty-four year old boyfriend then the drunken teen-child forces the girlfriend to hypothetically and from a far have to date the teen-child who rudely quasi interjects themselves in an official date between my boyfriend and myself while my boyfriend stands there and says absolutely nothing about the sexual misbehavior of drunken teen-children or horny acquaintances or horny waitresses who seem to want to gyrate their vaginas up and down my boyfriend’s leg.

Now, if any men were to hypothetically approach me or wanted to flirt with me or hypothetically have anything to do with touching my face or hypothetically if any men were to touch my hair then most likely I’d get an ear full or a good screaming or yelling or possible beating afterwards.

No, I don’t allow for anyone to inappropriately touch me because I’m a mature adult.

My boyfriend’s a mature fifty-four year old adult male who gets easily shy and mortified and terrified and grossed out by cheap and fast oversexed inappropriate female sexual advances or physical sexual harassment or blatant sexual assault thus such disrespectful drunken female strangers literally do go out of their way to get any little bit of our attention from any spoken for men who happen to be out on romantic dates with their sweetheart since most oversexed and disrespectful drunken women who do seek out male attention tend to seek it from anybody else’s boyfriend then such women are sexually deprived women.

Yes, I’m, too, good for my boyfriend.

My boyfriend’s a man who lives in a college town for which refuses to allow for my boyfriend to grow up therefore my boyfriend’s constantly treated like Peter Pan which is the saddest thing to watch in the entire world because my boyfriend’s fifty-four.

Now, I’m neither ever on my own nor allowed to go for walks or take a class or join a Jewish chess club or independently do anything outside of the house or go get a job outside of this familial unit otherwise I’m accused of potentially or hypothetically going off to fuck strangers in public places which I don’t ever fuck in public places since I’m quite classy, respectful and intelligent.

Now, it’s been seven months of watching bar depressive women and bar drunk women and drunk teen-children yank and fondle on my boyfriend’s beard which my boyfriend doesn’t ever say anything to strange drunken women who literally fondle his beard or neither does my boyfriend react in any way other than stunned therefore I have to constantly stand there and swallow my pride and watch while drunken and horny women fondle my boyfriend’s long dreaded nappy dead rodent of a beard as if such horny women were actually fondling my boyfriend’s penis.

My boyfriend calls such misbehavior “sexual harassment” except for my boyfriend doesn’t say or do anything about the drunken women’s inappropriate touch thus my boyfriend doesn’t make me feel reassured thus he simply allows for drunken teen-children and horny women to sexually harass my boyfriend therefore it’s not technically sexual harassment since my boyfriend simply stands there and watches the drunken women fondle his dreaded beard the way he would watch them fondle his penis. I guess it must be mesmerizing to watch a stranger fondle one’s nappy dreaded beard like the drunken women would any man’s dick.

My boyfriend gets a look across his face like he’s completely mesmerized in awe or as though he can actually imagine the particular drunken teen-children fucking my boyfriend’s beard therefore I stand there and say nothing since my boyfriend seems to be either mildly retarded or arrested development like the drunken teen-children he likes to surround himself with which is the grossest scene in the world like Michael Jackson wanting to have children sleep in his bed.

Yes, I can write like this because today my boyfriend pushed me out of a moving vehicle and my boyfriend says I lied about it except when my feet didn’t touch the ground then I was twice shoved out of a moving vehicle and when that happens to you then you know you’re not lying because your knees and shins hurt from the stupid vehicle continuing to roll while I tried to get my feet under me and suddenly I was pushed twice and thrown out of the car. What a moron dick. What an asshole.

Yes, I’m starting to believe my boyfriend’s mildly retarded and I think this is his mom’s greatest secret even though his mom’s tried to push him off unto other women at funerals and luncheons.

Personally, I wonder if my boyfriend and his mom are literally insane from living in black mold for the past decade.

Yes, I’m starting to question my boyfriend’s motives for seeking attention from drunken teen-children or seeking attention from drunken bar depressives.

My boyfriend doesn’t make good choices or decisions as to where to hang out therefore terrible things such as sexual harassment or literal sexual assault happens to my boyfriend and afterwards my boyfriend likes to “cry wolf” in the form of sexual harassment although my boyfriend likes to hang out amongst drunken strangers or drunken acquaintances or drunken teen-children who don’t have my boyfriend’s best interest at heart yet my boyfriend demands I swallow my pride and look the other way while my boyfriend allows for both of us to be publically humiliated by allowing drunken women or drunken teen-children to inappropriately touch my boyfriend as only a girlfriend or wife does touch one’s spouse.

Sexual harassment isn’t sexual harassment if one allows or lets for such misbehavior to occur again and again throughout the same repetitious patterns of sexual harassment then simply the inability to tell any female sexual harasser to please stop the sexual harassment means one becomes a part of the same systemic sexual harassment and does force one’s girlfriend to be sexually harassed by proxy.

Personally, I think women sexually harass men as much as men sexually harass women except women are sneaky and manipulative and seem entitled to sexual harassment which sexual harassment is all about power and not about sex.

Drunken teen-children and drunken women alike seem to play coy or playful and look at my boyfriend like a piece of meat yet my boyfriend allows for it and invites the sexually harassing energy to enter our space as a couple while officially dating because ultimately my boyfriend doesn’t have the courage or the balls to put drunken women in their place however if hypothetically I’m ever sexually advanced upon then I must immediately act the cunt for the reassurance of my boyfriend even though my boyfriend seems to like his nappy dreaded beard fondled each of anywhere we go which he says he doesn’t like his beard touched therefore I must believe him coping with his insane and immature world he won’t change because he likes the drunken teen children’s energy at The Monument.

My boyfriend ought to put the bitches in their place yet he lacks courage.

My boyfriend refuses to police himself therefore just about anybody preying on the weak or mental midgets or scared men can to no avail pick-up on my boyfriend’s weakness which is complete shock and terror to be sexually harassed therefore the drunken women immediately jump in and take advantage since my boyfriend likes to be dated like a woman since the relationship is all about my boyfriend and his interests and his home and his mom and his life and his dreams and his desires which leaves very little time for my life or my dreams or my desires or anything for me.

My boyfriend likes to throw it in my face that I’m jealous because no one sexually harasses me because I’m “ugly.” Wow! Holy shit!

Seriously, mildly retarded.

No, no one sexually harasses me because I don’t allow for it.

My boyfriend wants me to handle his entire disrespectful world yet my boyfriend doesn’t seem to handle my emotions or my needs for security or reassurance to please immediately back away from drunken teen-children and get away from them or to please tell drunken women not to inappropriately touch him especially not his beard since my vagina touches my boyfriend’s beard on a daily basis.

My boyfriend threatens that if I can’t handle his life then I can get out.

However, my boyfriend doesn’t or can’t or won’t handle my emotions to please seize this mind fuck of a game or cowardice to please sternly put teen-children in their proper place which is not to ever touch any adult without first asking the adult for consent.

My boyfriend hasn’t attended a single literary lecture I’ve asked him to go or he hasn’t attended a single chess match with the Jewish chess club or he refuses to go where mature adults hang out since he tells me he doesn’t sexually like drunken teen-children, however, he likes the feeling drunken teen-children give him which is the feeling of being young. Bullshit.

My boyfriend likes to give me the bullshit line about how he likes drunken teen-children’s innocence except such drunken teen-children aren’t innocent and neither is my boyfriend.

Yes, my boyfriend seems to have arrested development or brain damage thus I’ve been trying to figure out if my boyfriend’s either brain damaged or boozy brained or mildly retarded from four decades of booze and marijuana.

My boyfriend likes to play the victim card when sexually harassing women actually have the audacity to inappropriately touch him or if the sexually harassing women are real ugly and fat then the inappropriate drunken women’s actions are definitely sexual harassment except if a younger drunken teen-child sexually harasses my boyfriend then he likes to make a joke about how the women sexually harassed him plus he then wants to make little jokes about being sexually harassed which obviously such aspects to my boyfriend’s misbehavior indicates he allows for himself to be sexually harassed upon depending on how much he likes the appearance of the cunt standing in front of my boyfriend thus and therefore this lunacy and stupidity and insanity is of my boyfriend’s own making.

On Saturday after we buried our friend right outside of the funeral parlor an ugly looking woman in cheap bleached hair dye and worn out jeans and worn out shoes and an old bag went ahead and twice directly touched my boyfriend’s long dreaded beard and I watched my boyfriend stand there like a deer in the headlights except the bitch came back again and fondled his dreadlocked beard for a second time and my boyfriend continued to stand there like an idiot then the woman moved in close to him and hugged him while I stood and watched a complete stranger fondle the beard which earlier touched my vagina on my boyfriend’s face.

Now, the beard of any boyfriend tends to on a daily basis touch the vagina of their girlfriend therefore in public and amongst strangers drunken sexually harassing women must not touch the beards of any men since the vagina of the girlfriend has already touched the beard first thing in the morning. Yep.

Minnesota’s women always seem so eager to get any bit of male attention especially from men who are out with their wives or girlfriends or spouse.

Minnesota’s women always seem so eager to send out poignant sexual signals as to want to get fucked by anybody else’s boyfriend since Minnesota women come across as constantly sexually deprived.

Minnesota’s women have no respect and tend to blatantly throw themselves at other women’s boyfriends.

Minnesota’s women have no decorum or ability to gauge sexual harassment.

Minnesota’s women always seem sexually deprived.

Minnesota’s women always seem like they’re sexual perverts.

Minnesota’s women constantly seem ready to strip naked and get raped.

Minnesota’s women are bulldozers who pretend to be refined.

Minnesota’s women’s sexuality is like barnyard animals.

Well, Minnesota’s women go out of their way to say “hello” specifically to my boyfriend and not me to primarily have the women be noticed, however, most women look the same as every other women do who wish and desire and want to be noticed by my boyfriend while we’re out on walks, restaurants or anywhere else for such matter.

Women who are confident and sexy and whole complete humans don’t ever go out of their way to get attention from someone else’s boyfriend otherwise such women are half human and not fully formed or complete or possibly brain damaged from alcohol and drugs or hits to the brain.

Strange drunken women who go out of their way to say a high-pitched “hello” directly and only at my boyfriend and not at the two of us are indeed women with ulterior sexual motives.

Strange women around these parts remind me of monkeys in heat or Bonobo-monkeys in heat.

Ultimately, I’ve been watching my boyfriend get sexually harassed for seven months and he doesn’t ever stand up for himself thus at night the world brings us closer together because my boyfriend tells me how utterly uncomfortable he feels to have drunken women constantly throw themselves at him and constantly be stopped to be made to focus and pay attention to stranger drunken women who ever so badly are constantly seeking out the approval and attention of my boyfriend thus my boyfriend puts up with disrespect from nearly anyone he meets.

Now, Minnesota women are usually real bitches by keeping their mouth shut whenever I’m around yet being sickly sweet to my boyfriend while their literal tits hang out from their shirts and my boyfriend is utterly terrified.

Now, Minnesota women are usually real bitches to watch them throw themselves at my boyfriend’s beard which on a daily basis my vagina touches my boyfriend’s beard therefore a bit comical to watch women flirt with dead hair which has come near or direct contact with my vagina. Hahaha.

Yes, I’m in a domestic violent abusive relationship in which if or whenever I ask my boyfriend to please tell sexual harassers to stop sexually harassing him then I get pushed out of the car while my feet can barely hold me up.

Whatever, I don’t have to make up anything for which has happened tonight.

Tonight my boyfriend kicked me because I didn’t want to argue with him.

Seriously, I defended myself while I was being held down and there I saw my boyfriend wind back and kick me right on the left knee as hard as he could. I mean when you get kicked on the knee you think someone has fractured the knee cap.

Yes, my knee hurts.

Yes, I keep forgetting about domestic violence abuse and how you aren’t supposed to ever bring up anything you don’t like about the relationship otherwise be well prepared to take a beating for questioning anything in the relationship.

Personally, I don’t feel alone in the world because domestic violence abuse is quite prevalent and I’m not alone in this. I’m not.

Today, I got up the courage to stand up for myself but I still got thrown out of the car and kicked and held down against my will therefore I’m not having any fun in a double standard relationship.

Oh, yes my boyfriend’s mother knows all about the domestic violence abuse since we all live together.

Yes, I protect myself from beatings and if my boyfriend gets abused then it’s only because I air kick in self defense while my boyfriend looks for my weak points in places on my body to kick or punch or choke.

What a stupid fucking life.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Saturday, June 15, 2019

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Double Standards

Sexual Advances Must be Consensual

In any committed mature adult heterosexual monogamous relationship mostly one spouse won’t ever ask the other spouse to forever and always to stay at home to clean and rot alone for decades if the one spouse has any inclination as to conduct any public activity so much as to go down by the Mississippi River to drum amongst “strangers” since the spouse asked to stay home and asked to clean forever and ever would like to get outside and run a six mile run in the duration for which it takes from right after dinner’s cleanup to right about twenty minutes before the sun goes down and completely dark and meet back-up before dark for a movie date.

The drumming spouse always invites the running spouse and vice versa.

The drumming spouse reassures the running spouse about how other such people who listen aren’t considered “peeps” or “buddies” or “acquaintances.” No.

Simply, the people who listen are strangers who approach the drumming spouse and flirt and literally and physically throw themselves at the drumming spouse which the drumming spouse takes the sexual harassment in stride.

Each spouse always invites the other spouse to any activity, however, the running spouse finds the activities of the drumming spouse quite dangerous as well as liable to be near drinking teen-children therefore the one running spouse would like and prefers to stay on a paved path rather than sit and wait for the drumming spouse to be done drumming amongst strangers by the Mississippi River.

The drumming spouse is constantly sexually objectified as well as sexually harassed by anybody without any sexual boundaries or without any sexual impulse control at each of any places the drumming spouse frequents thus and therefore the running spouse doesn’t feel safe near the water by the Mississippi River therefore the running spouse would rather stay on Tierra firma and go for a six mile run while the drumming spouse burns energy and also gets inappropriately sexually advanced upon by any of which and/or whomever around therefore the running spouse would also like to burn off energy and breathe and be completely one with a running stride.

On the nights the drumming spouse wishes to go and play the drum in front of strangers then the running spouse wishes to go for a six mile run, however, the drumming spouse’s response is made in direct accusations about how hypothetically the running spouse is going to squat in the bushes and hypothetically conduct lewd sexual acts with strangers. Yikes.

The running spouse would like to be more highly thought of.

The running spouse implicitly trusts the drumming spouse.

The running spouse wishes the drumming spouse would trust the running spouse to take a mature and responsible non flirtatious and non-sexual and platonic six mile run. Period.

The running spouse must also take care of themselves since there’s no reason to ever imprison one spouse to house labor while the other spouse goes out to drum without their spouse since the running spouse feels unsafe and uneasy amongst the trails of the Mississippi River or unsafe amongst alcoholic strangers or unsafe amongst underage alcohol drinkers especially by cliffs, hanging near to one’s death especially when the drumming spouse gets something of vertigo.

The running spouse implicitly trusts the drumming souse.

However the running spouse doesn’t trust anybody else since the drumming spouse tends to go to dangerous places amongst strangers and underage drinking and/or alcoholics.

The running spouse pleads with the drumming spouse to please uphold to sacred vows of basic trust since the running spouse doesn’t have any notion or idea about any other sexual feelings for any other human other than absolute loyalty to one’s committed heterosexual monogamous spouse’s touch and love and tenderness and respect.

The running spouse doesn’t ever allow for anyone to flirt or sexually advance upon the running spouse.

The running spouse must stand and watch others inappropriately sexually advance upon the drumming spouse yet the running spouse is asked to handle stress in isolation at home while cleaning alone for decades. Not going to happen.

The running spouse isn’t any type of a slave or cheater or hater or anything bad.

The running spouse is simply sober, strict and serious as most awesome and modern mature adults are for which can and do laugh at themselves.

The drumming spouse tells the running spouse to stay at home and strictly not allowed to go anyplace other than the yard while the drumming spouse stands quietly while terrified at sexual advances down by the Mississippi River. No way. The running spouse would like to run six glorious and uninterrupted miles to pray and be one and exist and live.

The running spouse also requires a release and a break from the stress of constantly having to watch the entire world inappropriately sexually advance upon the drumming spouse thus the whole world of perverts becomes rather boring or mundane and insignificant therefore the running spouse also requires a safe and responsible outlet such as running six responsible adult miles without stopping over the side of the bushes and drop one’s pants to hypothetically have sex with strangers. Yikes. Mortified.

Why does only one spouse get to go out and have all the fun while the other spouse must stay home and clean and be miserable?

Why aren’t both spouses allowed to conduct responsible and respectful outdoor activities without the other in sight?

Really, one spouse must stay home and clean forever while the other spouse goes and hangs out amongst strangers to play a drum.

Who’s got their priorities wrong?

Running’s running and difficult to do.

Drumming is sitting or standing while people applaud and make bedroom eyes and move about to and fro to be noticed for all of their genitalia’s worth.

No, I’m not insecure or jealous about sexual advances upon my spouse. No.

Simply, I don’t like the reaction from my spouse who stands there like a frozen statue since saying nothing means one complies with the inappropriate sexual physical advances and inappropriate touch to touch anybody’s body parts or facial or scalp hair due to double standards.

Now, I don’t ever touch another man’s beard other than my spouse’s.

Now, I don’t ever allow for anybody to touch my hair other than my spouse.

Now, if anybody so much as thought they could take the liberty to touch my hair then I’m telling anybody now, I would say, “Please, don’t touch any part of me unless I first give permission and consent to be touched which I don’t consent to any touch other than my spouse’s intimate touch.”

Plus with beards, well, when one’s heterosexual monogamous then what part of the anatomy does anyone think a beard touches during intimate acts between spouses. Take a wild guess. Hahaha.

Yes, I can handle my spouse’s world.

However, I don’t want my nose buried in it. I would also like to exercise and burn off excess energy in the great outdoors rather than stay home alone and wait for a spouse to return or clean to death.

Hahaha.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

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Highland Park’s Ghetto Drunken Teens

Ghetto Drunken Teens

Act Exactly-like

Dementia Elderly Patients

Yes, we discuss “everything” like mature adults

Yes, my mature fifty-four year old boyfriend genuinely gets scared and frightened by Highland Park’s and Central High School’s drunken teenagers who get deeply sexually infatuated by my fifty-four year old boyfriend.

Yes, my fifty-four year old boyfriend genuinely gets scared and frightened by any sexual attention or sexual advances specifically directed at my boyfriend by any drunken teens with their figurative genitalia hanging out of their white short shorts or the sexually promiscuous or sexually out-of-control freakishly drunken little girls.

Yes, overly sexually promiscuous drunken teenage girls are quite creepy and overt and obvious about their supposedly secretive sexual body language no matter how much any drunken teenager wishes to be seen as an adult whenever any drunken or non drunken teenager is promiscuous then the mature adults around start to make some fast and serious calculations about the disillusionment or figment of imagination or the level of sexual abuse or sexual molestation against teenagers by adults in teenagers lives.

Yes, in the year 2004-2005 at the age of 27 years old, I worked for Corner House in Minneapolis, MN as their “Video Technician” therefore we also worked alongside the FBI to best determine how and what type of sexual assault most children and teen-children are forced into sexual molestation or rape or sexual assault.

Yes, both my boyfriend and I know all about overt promiscuity which ultimately means some of the drunken teenage girls have at some point or other been sexually molested by an adult in their lives therefore its best to leave such mental cases alone no matter how physically attractive such any drunken teen is since most likely such any drunken teen has already been sexually used up by the world of adults and made into a victim of sexual assault or made into a victim of sexual molestation especially when teen-children are overly sexualized in front of strangers for adults then we know all about what happened to such any little child-teen while late at night at home in bed.

Yes, body language gives away people’s psychology quite easily.

Yes, my boyfriend detests drunks of any variety, gender or age therefore ultimately my boyfriend chose to date me since I don’t drink any alcohol therefore I’m more or less consistently the same mature woman addressing the same four or five issues for which continually arise in our relationship.

Yes, one of my main concerns is why on Earth my boyfriend puts himself in places of danger amongst people who definitely don’t have my boyfriend’s best interest at heart.

Yes, my boyfriend’s smart and kind and intelligent enough to know to be scared by the overly sexualized advances of drunken teenagers or drunken bar depressives or horny waitresses and horny bus girls.

No, my boyfriend doesn’t want to date any drunken teens or drunken bar depressives or horny waitresses or horny bus girls.

Yes, my boyfriend’s smart and kind and intelligent enough to know he gets grossed out by the sexual advances of sexually frustrated drunken teen-children who seem to wish to want to rip off their clothes and such teen children seem to have a strong impulse to want to masturbate right there and then in place to be specifically watched by my boyfriend or anyone else around. Gross. Yep.

Yes, my boyfriend has shared with me all about how he likes being amongst teens because teens make him feel younger even though he admits drunken teen-children are a bunch of perverts and any mature adult can see which teens have been or are being sexually assaulted by close family members or adults in the children’s lives or neighbors.

Yes, my boyfriend’s scared of the sexually molested drunken teenagers who parade themselves in front of my boyfriend since he’s not stupid and he knows anytime any drunken teen or drugged up hippie woman approaches my boyfriend for blatant sexual acts or lewd body language suggestions.

Yes, believe it or not any mature adult can catch on to the drunken sexual advances of teenagers who scream to be sexually noticed therefore it’s best not to give any attention to such emotionally starved and sexually molested drunken teenagers.

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Last Night

Last night my boyfriend assured me he wasn’t ever going to have sex or meet up or date any drunken sexually molested teenage-children from the Mississippi River primarily because none of the people there are his “buddies” since mostly anyone’s strangers and the strangers recognize my boyfriend while my boyfriend doesn’t often recognize anyone.

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Drunken Teens are Exactly like the Dementia Elderly

Yes, on Friday, June 7^th, 2019 I was officially invited out on a mature monogamous heterosexual adult date to go down by the Mississippi River and witness a glorious sunset which it sure was a glorious sunset.

Yes, on Saturday, June 8^th, 2019 I was invited to empty out the last of the contents and belongings of the deceased elderly then we were granted permission to take any of the deceased elderly belonging thus and therefore we did.

Yes, on Friday, June 7^th, 2019 while we officially went out on a private adult date we encountered ourselves in a most precarious situation in which over sexualized and drunken teenage-children with no sexual impulse control in a rather large group of thirty teenagers approached us and began to ask us questions as well as singled-out my boyfriend which scared my boyfriend since mature adults don’t ever single out any other adults for any reason.

To single out any adult is to place the adult in a difficult situation.

Over the course of an hour more drunken teens’ friends gathered together and when the group was large enough then some of the teens singled out my boyfriend and automatically a third of the group came over, formed a line to kiss the ring of King Lear.

“The higher the pedestal then the higher the fall.”

For the first time in my life I felt as though I had stepped into the pages of “Lord of the Flies” by William Golding.

Deeply I understood not to make any sudden movements or to move a single muscle or give a single look of criticism or not to give any look of disapproval otherwise I understood I’d be the first one to be drowned in the Mississippi River since the drunken teens obviously felt or sensed some type of ownership over my boyfriend, enough to single him out and harass him on his time off and on a date.

Now, my boyfriend and I openly talk about all of the strangers and oversexed people who constantly approach us and look like the strangers could strip naked and masturbate in front of us both.

For some reason most sexual perverts don’t have any sexual impulse control with us and for some reason sexual deviants and sexual perverts look like they’re the horniest they’ve ever been in their lives while in our presence and usually all of the creepy overly sexual passes are directed at my boyfriend while he does his best to sit up comfortably with good posture and be the mature adult in the situation surrounded by drunken teenagers who could at any time change their minds and drown their idol mainly if their idol doesn’t comply or return some of their deeply felt creepy sentiments therefore my boyfriend shakes the perverts hands and understands the perverted children want him for an idol or possibly dead if he doesn’t pull his end of the bargain to live up to an idol status.

Deep down inside most fans hold a possessive attitude about their quasi idols therefore the quasi idol is constantly and always in danger for their lives more than enjoyment of the pressing moment for which any teen-child pervert decides to place all of their sexual energy and focus on one single individual adult who doesn’t seek out their sexual advances or sexual needs or sexual wants since mature adult life is all about work, mature consensual sex with one’s spouse or sharing in meals and eating food and sharing mature adult times with close family and friends rather than amuse drunken teen-children who are bored and looking to admire anyone other than their parents.

Personally, I was impressed by how well my boyfriend dealt with the situation at hand since later he complained about how he found it “creepy” and “scary” to be singled out by teenagers during an official date out with me.

Furthermore, my boyfriend finds perverted teen-children to have a deep sexual need or want to shake his hand since usually in the respectful mature adult world no one gets singled out therefore when drunken and love struck and insecure and out of sorts teen-children approach adults with sexual ulterior motives then all any mature adult can do is silently and quietly sit there and not pay too much attention to the shallow need for sexual attention from drunken teen-children.

Yours Truly;

Gabriela

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

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Fracture of the Left Wrist:

Since the first week of April 2019 I’ve dealt and contended with a fractured left wrist and since I don’t have any health insurance then I simply live with a fracture of the left wrist.

Personally, I’ve been off the grid since May 14, 2018.

There’s nothing more magnificent than being “off the grid” in a metropolis, however.

No health care insurance means not any accessibility to any health care no matter what therefore I go without health care since health care in America costs “an arm and a leg” no pun intended.

Now, I hope to god my left wrist isn’t fractured, however.

Personally, I know: my left wrist’s fractured therefore I neither lie to myself nor pretend as though I don’t know what’s going on with me because I know perfectly well.

Now, with a fractured wrist one can do anything as before except the dull ache won’t ever go away.

Yes, I’ve lived through sprains which I personally think sprains hurt more than fractures, however, with fractures one can do anything except get rid of the constant dull ache or constant dull pain.

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Highland Park Ghetto

On Saturday we frequented a nursing home and discovered the elderly inmates desperate to get out of their dementia unit.

The elderly slowly approached us like Zombies and with outstretched arms they begged for us to help them escape their urine smelling dementia unit.

Fortunately, on Friday night I had already dealt with drunken 15, 16 and 17 year old teenagers for which some of the girls were over sexualized females who reminded me of the marginalized elderly at the elderly care home.

Friday night I was taken out on an official date down by the Mississippi River to watch the sunset and as we sat there on our date as two fully mature adults then teen came and sat near us and began to heavily drink their vodka while the teens were intensely interested in us we didn’t move a muscle to go over to them since drinking teens is illegal.

First of all the drunken teens recognized my boyfriend and like in the film “Freaks” all of them formed a line and came over to single out my boyfriend as they all took their turn kissing the ring of King Lear.

Second the more the teens drank then the more they became horny and weren’t able to hide their sexual infatuation with my fifty year old boyfriend.

Personally, I felt terrible to have to sit there in our forties and fifties and watch teens single out adults because in the adult world it’s considered rather rude to single out anyone.

My boyfriend admits to how much he loves being around drunken teenagers because such drunken teenagers make my fifty year old boyfriend feel young therefore he can’t help but to sexually check out drunken teens.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Thursday, June 6, 2019

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Double Standards

Personally, nothing makes me more disappointed or bitter or angry than double standards, oppression and no pay for 80-hour workweeks for six straight months.

Personally, there’s very little for which I ask for simply because I’m a simple person.

Now, I’m no simpleton, however, I’m simple.

My main concern in a relationship is to be held up to a great standard of respect.

Personally, I respect most people unless people directly scream or yell or swear at me or violently put their hands on me then I get turned off and I don’t want to be productive mainly because I get rather unmotivated to be a servant or a slave to others.

Personally, I don’t like to be made vulnerable in front of cutthroat people.

Personally, I don’t ever place violent hands on anybody especially when I receive a beating, I simply allow for myself to be beaten and thrown about like a rag doll except for when I’ve had enough then I begin to scream and yell and cry like a child and this vocal weapon scares most perpetrators more than any blows would.

The reason why I don’t ever place violent hands on anyone is mainly because I know I have an athletic built and I know I can go martial arts on anyone therefore I allow myself to be beaten then I’m not a culprit to any violence.

Whenever one allows themselves to be physically beaten then one wins simply because I don’t have to deal with the guilt and shame of the aftermath.

Now, I can’t imagine how terrible or awful any perpetrator must feel in the aftermath of physical violent abuse, however, I don’t care enough to have to console physically violent perpetrators simply because after any beating one simply guards their heart more closely than ever before.

Physically violent abusive co-workers sure make it easy to keep one’s mouth shut.

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Allowing One to be Flirted

By Complete Strangers

Is a Double Standard

No, I neither allow myself to be flirted with by anyone much less do I ever flirt with others.

Yes, I was born sober, strict and serious.

Now, I’ve stopped being jealous. Period.

When one comes to some serious psychological conclusions then nothing much can touch the person with the revelations mainly because one has figured out some warped manipulative game to keep melodrama alive thus one doesn’t play the game at all.

Melodrama happens when one’s belly (center) Chakra isn’t centered or balanced and one isn’t fully dedicated to a safe and secure hobby at home.

When one’s belly Chakra is misaligned then this means one doesn’t have a strong enough private creative outlet in their lives therefore one seeks out the negative and alcoholic attention of drunken love stricken teenagers as well as the attention of former drug addicts or the general company of drunken strangers.

Personally, I don’t like to be made small or dismissed or marginalized or manipulated since I nether go around making people feel small nor much less do I ever flirt with people since I’m English as a Second Language and I’m doing my very best to translate every word into the correct English language which English is nearly impossible to do well enough not to sound like an uneducated idiot.

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The Chi Must be Aligned

Yes, I’ve addressed exactly what bothers me which happens to be: the misalignment of the genital Chakras and the off center of the Chi.

Now, whenever anyone’s genital Chakra is open to strangers or misaligned then such persons allow themselves to be easily seduced or easily sexually manipulated especially while under the influence of alcohol or drugs.

Now, the genital Chakra isn’t ever left open for anyone to come along and figuratively tickle the genitals.

One must always close off the genital Chakra to the rest of the needy and perverted world of horny industry service working women who seem to think and seem to believe if such uneducated service industry women give mediocre service yet wiggle their hips or stick out their asses or lean in a little too far with full cleavage into one’s plate or take down their hair on the floor right immediately after their shift’s over then the rest of us will swoon and fall over in awe of their genitals. Ah, no.

Most of mature adults are grossed out by the overt need to score another woman’s boyfriend especially when one’s gross and oily and smelly of kitchen smells and fried rice.

As far as I know most vaginas are an organ like most other organs.

Personally, I’ve been educated to know “sex” is in the mind and not in the body and no matter how subtle or overt or covert any service industry working women flirts their way through their shift ultimately one must be intelligent enough not only to catch the eye of a man also to keep the man interested since men seem to have a short attention span.

Yes, men are quite visual, however, whenever any man’s out with one’s girlfriend then one doesn’t go out of their way to call the waitresses “Hon” or personally meet the waitresses or please or flirt or “make nice” or get to know any female service working industry peons because ultimately any peon is doing a service for pay and the service ought to be friendly still yet the service ought not to come with a vagina deeply implanted into one’s food or meal otherwise the food turns to acid.

Now going on dates and having horny waitresses or horny service industry female workers constantly throw in their sexual energy is like having to go out and date perverts served with cold food.

Whenever anyone self loathes or is greatly unfulfilled then such person has their “third eye” (frontal lobe) opened up to idolatry and are susceptible to easily being sexually manipulated or sexually seduced especially while drunk or under the influence of alcohol.

No, I neither believe nor think my boyfriend flirts with anyone, however, oily love struck drunken teenagers or sweaty horny waitresses and oily teen buss girls and overweight perfume counter women are constantly making “bedroom eyes” at my boyfriend while I stand right there and swallow my pride.

Primarily, it’s women who disgrace other women.

Most trouble starts with other women who don’t seem to understand dating or coupling or heterosexual monogamous relationships.

Believe it or not, we’re not poly amorous. Nope.

The reason why I’m not poly amorous is because I don’t want waitress’s sexually transferred diseases. Thank you, no.

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Speak Up

What bothers me most is going on dates with my boyfriend while the horny La Casita waitresses or desperately horny Lund’s 15-year old grocery bagging girl or 18-year old horny Neighborhood Café buss girl seem to constantly send out sexual flirting signals to see how weak my boyfriend is and if he’s willing to return their sexual advances which he doesn’t because their oils and smells turn him off.

Personally, I don’t like to have to go on dates and have to let the horny waitresses or oily and smelly industry service female workers seek out their next husband, however, it seems most working class women are seeking out my boyfriend as their next “meal ticket” and this isn’t Kosher by any standards.

Now, I’m quite direct therefore I’ve asked my boyfriend to please tell me what he thinks about the advances of oily service industry women and he says he doesn’t care about any sweaty working class service industry women. He doesn’t even pay any attention to them because he’s with me. Fair enough.

My boyfriend tells me he has ADHD like symptoms and can’t help but look around as though he’s always “playing the field” and looking for some other piece of tail to get with thus I must not bring it up.

My boyfriend’s warned me that he likes women’s asses and he only hopes I won’t ever catch him checking out other women’s asses.

Well, this doesn’t make me feel any better because then automatically this means my boyfriend’s constantly disrespectful and looking to get away with sneaking a look at the asses of other females.

However, I do bring up how uncomfortable I am to go out on dates with my boyfriend even though I’m told it’s my problem which actually it’s our problem and not only my problem because my boyfriend seems to always to want to have sex with anyone in front of him wiggling their asses thus and therefore he’s always looking about as though he’s always picking out the most beautiful woman in the room and sizing up her vagina as a potential fuck.

Pathetic.

Yes, I had to spell it out here.

Well, personally, I don’t care because this type of uncontrolled and raw energy on behalf of my boyfriend’s part is for him to police his emotions and reign in his temperament as well as control his impulse control.

Seriously, it’s not me.

It’s him whether he wants to admit it or not he’s always checking out women as though he’s hungry or with a quenching thirst he can’t control.

Personally, I’m turned off.

Yes, I’m still here.

Yes, I feel belittled.

Yes, I feel as though my emotions are dismissed.

Well, I stated my truth and the rest I leave it up to Yahweh.

Yahweh, please be with me in this hour of comfort and prayer.

Yours Truly;

Gabriela

Wednesday, June 5, 2019

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Personally, I hate journaling, however, I love to write:

Really, people attempt to write journals for psychological therapy.

Why?

Poor bastards.

Writing’s like tearing the brain apart and correctly putting it back together.

How awful to have to think so intensely about one’s emotions when one’s already messed up in the head.

Writing’s for an astute calm mind for which can truly paint a picture with words and stir up deep emotions to entrust responsible discussions without the brain exploding or self combustion.

Most mental cases I’ve ever met are terrible writers and are easily frustrated with writing because either their meds make them more insane than they already are thus writing’s for Einstein’s otherwise writing’s a lot of unnecessary work which one doesn’t do unless one gets paid otherwise writing’s kind of a waste of time to fret over words and more words which must make sense rather than the ramblings of mental cases for which I’ve read the ramblings of mental cases and I’ve read the literal writings of lunatics and I almost fell over at how terrible and creepy the writing of mental cases is primarily because mental cases always want to write about harming others rather than about problem solving solutions.

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Pleasing the live-in boyfriend

While Pleasing the live-in Prospective Mother-In-Law

Is Nearly a Nightmare Come True for Me

Personally, in half a year I haven’t received a break from the constant demands and harsh criticisms of a prospective live-in Mother-In-Law and live-in boyfriend.

Nothing much I ever do is ever “good enough” for either of my live-in boyfriend or my live-in prospective Mother-In-Law since both have been living together for literally forty years thus and truly in many ways both resemble a married couple (petrified) and whenever either one gets mad at me then both revert back to each other and whisper and gossip in the mother’s bedroom to console each other like a married couple while I do my best to go sit in the backyard and hide with a cigarette to bring about some solitude and peace of mind to be left alone without any more needy demands, criticism or concerns for which I don’t care much about such aspects as to how to better perfect the cleaning of kitchen counters or place less detergent in the washing machine or better wash the dishes before placing them into the dishwasher or how to correctly cut bread.

Mind numbing stuff, really, however, each and every single day feels more like contending with a brain tumor for which presses hard against the frontal lobe and won’t go away.

Personally, I do get uncomfortable and ‘swallow my pride’ so long as both leave me out of their quasi-married melodramas since nearly anything domestic I do bothers both equally.

Hardly ever do both say, ‘thank you.’

Most of the time I get criticisms and more criticisms which is irritating.

Both desire for me to get “happy,” however, living in another woman’s house is quite difficult to relax and to be-at-ease especially when my prospective Mother-In-Law always requires some chore to be immediately done or she requires social company or she requires a companion or she requires to be heard while she talks for up-to-close to two hours after dinner or before bed which I can barely sit up and listen.

My prospective Mother-In-Law exhausts me.

Personally, I don’t like how we’re not ever able to get ready for bed together as a couple without first having to date mom for about an hour before bedtime since mom has many needs to socialize and has absolutely not one single friend her age or thereabouts.

Furthermore, since mom holds a sturdy post in the kitchen then one isn’t able to get anywhere around the house without being noticed thus mom’s social needs require to be fulfilled for nearly an hour before bed for which I find exhaustive and I can barely keep my eyes open through another reiteration of how to correctly clean out a dish or I can barely hold up my head yet I fulfill mom’s needs until she lets her captive audience go.

Personally, I’m not ever allowed to come home from work and relax since something always has to get done and I must continue to exhaust myself since the demands are pressing and immediate yet inconsequential or unimportant.

Personally, I don’t want to quit smoking cigarettes primarily because cigarettes are my greatest companions and cigarettes aren’t ever going to tell anyone about how anybody else falls short of one’s greatest potential or one isn’t a good enough cleaner or one isn’t a good enough housekeeper or one’s not “perfect” like the other two live-in roommates who now take a domestic backseat and allow for me to do all of the bulk of the housework yet harshly criticize my work even though when I moved in there was an entire basement mouse infestation and cobwebs all over the house and dust and black mold and piles upon piles of boxes full of clothes with mouse filled pooped boxes.

Seriously.

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Digs are Insults, too

Last night, my live-in boyfriend told me about how his mom does more for me than I do for her.

Personally, I did get intrinsically angry since I looked around my bedroom and the clean yet unfolded bed sheets from Sunday’s laundry were still on my nightstand and my washed and clean yet unfolded underwear fell to the floor and my washed yet unfolded Patagonia socks also on the floor as well because no one’s ever going to come to my bedroom and fold my personal belongings much less the sheets and towels since I’d rather have my hands all over our sheets and towels than my prospective Mother-In-Law.

Personally, I’ve asked my prospective Mother-In-Law not to wash or fold our bed sheets or towels or clothes otherwise her hands are all over our private clothes and bed sheets and we have sexual intercourse.

Personally, I get angry about how my prospective Mother-In-Law doesn’t and hasn’t cleaned her son’s bedroom in ten years still yet she has to have her hands all over our clothes and since we have sexual intercourse then I would like for her to keep her hands off personal laundry since she hasn’t done any thorough cleaning in about ten years no matter how much of a perfectionist she is.

Personally, I won’t begin to break down the psychology behind the horror of a prospective live-in Mother-In-Law wanting to handle sex stained underwear and bed sheets.

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Constant Disrespect is Also

A Sign of Half Listening

Mandatory Family Dinners are Terrible

Why am I angry?

Personally, I’m angry to have to please my live-in boyfriend and his live-in mother.

Personally, I don’t like to be domestically criticized by my live-in boyfriend much less also get criticized about the same things by my prospective Mother-In-Law.

Personally, I get exhausted to be criticized at all much less constantly get criticized by two live-in roommates, however, if I were to ever criticize any of them then oh, my!

The main subject matter brought up for criticism is my quiet “anger,” however.

Really, I mean, what can’t I say in my defense other than live-in prospective Mother-In-Laws are very difficult to please and such women always want something cleaned for free or some responsibility fulfilled for them when it’s neither any of my business nor any of my concern or responsibility, however, if I don’t run daily errands or clean or do chores or clean bathrooms or take mom to doctor’s appointments then I’m considered an ingrate or a slacker for not doing the responsibilities of my live-in boyfriend when I already work 80-hour weeks.

True, my boyfriend “brings home bacon,” however, serious familial responsibilities to one’s own aging and elderly parents are one’s own responsibilities and not the responsibilities of a live-in girlfriend.

Personally, I don’t like to be volunteered to cut anyone’s ingrown nails.

Personally, I don’t like to be volunteered to pluck anyone’s facial hair.

Personally, I don’t like to have the assumption made about how I’m now and forever responsible to take any geriatric to their doctor’s appointments.

Personally, I don’t like to have to think or talk about my prospective live-in Mother-In-Law while out at dinner on Fridays and Saturdays since I’m kept as a captive audience each Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday for mandatory family dinners which I personally don’t care about when I work 80-hour weeks then I don’t want to have to give away my free time to anything mandatory much less forcibly sit down to eat when I’m so tired.

Since my live-in Mother-In-Law holds all of the power and all of the say then all I ever ask for is not to mention or talk about the live-in Mother-In-Law over date dinners, however, my boyfriend has a terrible habit to call up his mom while we’re in the middle of date dinners to constantly ask her what she would like from the restaurant then we don’t ever get a break from pleasing or taking care of the Mother-In-Law because my boyfriend has to call his mom every hour on the hour or nearly thereabouts.

My Mother-In-Law is always and constant in our relationship without a single break from her or her memory or her voice or her presence. Tragic, really.

My boyfriend even likes to talk about his mom while he’s naked in bed with me and I’ve been holding steady in this fight to please not talk about mom while we’re naked in bed.

Even my own Harvard of a bastard mother had enough respect to explain to me in December 2018 that I’m not to do free geriatric care taker’s services or responsibilities otherwise I’d allow for myself to be further sucked into another’s melodrama and take care of their geriatric parents’ responsibilities simply because we all live together is no reason for me to take on responsibilities for which aren’t my own otherwise I get used.

Personally, I don’t like to have anyone assume I’m to “chauffer” my prospective Mother-In-Law to get her on time to funerals, weddings or doctor’s appointments since truly none of these responsibilities are my responsibilities since I personally don’t ever attend the funerals or weddings or baptismal services of any strangers for which I haven’t ever met.

Personally, I need some downtime from mundane talking everything to death.

Personally, I need to be at home alone for one good day to do nothing and not to have to always check-in with mom or have to listen to mom talk endlessly about 1972 or ask for permission to go from the basement to the second floor bathroom.

Personally, I don’t like to have to carry the bulk of the housework simply because I’m considered muscle while men are pampered and spoiled by not having to lift a single finger to do any clean up or chores or domesticity.

Personally, I don’t like that there’s only one main entrance to the house thus I’m not able to make my way unnoticed by my prospective Mother-In-Law who is in her late 80’s and requires a great deal of listening and talking and attention.

Personally, I don’t like how ‘everything’ I eat is commented about or I’m told how I can better cut bread or better cut meat or better butter vegetables. Who cares? I don’t.

Personally, I don’t like my housework criticized or my homemade lunches criticized or my basic food preparation criticized or my clean up criticized or my chores to be compared to my prospective Mother-In-Law otherwise one must constantly be compared to a woman who has forty-five years on me and is a mother.

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Compared to a Prospective Mother-In-Law’s Creepy

No, I’m not anybody’s mommy

Therefore don’t treat me like one

Especially not to my live-in boyfriend

Personally, I don’t like to be compared to any prospective Mother-In-Law.

Personally, I don’t like to be criticized each day by two people who are constantly breathing down my neck about either poisoning chipmunks or straightening out their lives or writing letters for their lawsuits.

When one lives under the roof of the future prospective Mother-In-Law then one doesn’t ever get a break from having to help out around the place because old people always assume their household chores are more pressing than anything else.

When one lives under the roof of the prospective Mother-In-Law then one doesn’t ever get to cook at all much less one doesn’t get to eat what one wants or purchase what one wants because mom will always think one’s food’s more expensive and not worth the bother to buy or one doesn’t ever stop hearing some type of criticism about how one’s food choices are wrong or one doesn’t ever stop hearing about how one prepares one’s food incorrectly or one doesn’t ever stop hearing about how one eats one’s food incorrectly or how much one eats. Sigh.

The problem with living at one’s prospective Mother-In-Law’s house is the very fact the Mother-In-Law is the quasi queen of the place and the son and the mother have a bond as though they’ve been married to each other for forty years because in many ways they have been married to each other for forty years therefore no matter how much one may help out about the place, one isn’t ever able to quite fully relax without the Mother-In-Law always needing or wanting something of the self or of her son.

Living with a prospective live-in Mother-In-Law is like watching one’s boyfriend date his mother because ultimately there’s always a third wheel or a third opinion in the relationship and ultimately what the Mother-In-Law says is what goes which is kind of tragic for any relationship to have a Mother have all power and control in her son’s romantic relationship. Absurd, really.

Late last night, for the first time, I understood, I wouldn’t ever feel insecure or jealous of any other women or The Neighborhood Café’s 18-year old buss girl or Lund’s 15-year old grocery packer girl or La Casita’s horny waitresses because the well overdue secret I figured out, late last night was the fact my live-in boyfriend dates his mom as much or more than he dates me therefore I don’t have anything to be jealous about any other woman in the streets or in bars or in grocery stores or horny waitresses because living with a demanding future perspective Mother-In-Law is the same as sharing one’s time, space and energy with other women except the prospective Mother-In-Law is more competition than any piece of tail because the prospective live-in Mother-In-Law will always be hyper critical and extremely needy when she requires furniture dusted and windows washed and floors cleaned and toilets scrubbed, however, I’m good enough to be criticized and to live-in her home therefore I must also be of some importance and serious consequence.

Someday, I would like my own life without daily harsh criticism about mundane stupid stuff.

Personally, I’ve been told if I have any problems with any of the above then I already know what I’m in for and to deal with it.

Personally, I wish my boyfriend showed more empathy and said something like, “Gabriel, I empathize with you.”

However, instead my boyfriend always says, “Too bad for you.”

What an asshole-thing to say to a woman killing herself to please him and his mom.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Tuesday, June 4, 2019

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Public Humiliation

No Pay for Equal Pay

No Paycheck means Bitterness

Professionally, I’m not getting paid

To prove to all,

Women of Color Bosses are Awesome

Personally, I don’t like to be publically humiliated.

Personally, I don’t like to publically humiliate anyone.

Personally, I don’t like to be controlled by being sworn at or screamed at or yelled at in public because then I choose to walk away each and every time.

As a writer I’ve learned not to interact with conflict for two main reasons:

A) If one ever desires to scream at any writer then writers have intellectual words for you and the words will be clear, concise and to the point.

B) If one ever desires to scream at any writer then we’ll win with words because I can take out a roster of vocabulary words for which will be utilized and intended to hurt to the very core of the soul.

Personally, whenever I verbalize to please be left alone for about 15 minutes to be able to take a breather from conflict then I mean to please be allowed to take 15 minutes to regroup by myself.

However and nonetheless, if I’m followed up the street and continued to be screamed at in front of the entire world then all I can do is to continue to ask to please be respected and to please stop emotionally and psychologically abusing me because I’m truly intelligent and I can ask for what I want which is to please stop abusing me in front of god, my Mayan ancestors and the entire neighborhood.

Personally, I have found out that whenever anyone heavily drinks an entire bottle of wine per day then such any human is controlled or driven by alcohol in their bloodstream or lack thereof and even so if someone’s completely dry for nine days then still yet four years of heavy drinking will make any “dry drunk” emotionally abusive because they’re wired to always be drunk otherwise they’re easily irritable.

Personally, I’m working on my very own happiness, however.

Getting happy is quite difficult when there’s no pay (zero money) involved to all of the hard work one does as a manager.

What makes me greatly unhappy is no pay.

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No Pay Makes Anyone Unhappy

For the past six months I’ve worked as a manager and I haven’t been paid therefore I’m one bitter human.

Personally, I’ve been told I do excellent work yet the work I do isn’t considered “real work” since the offices have to be cleaned out and the windows washed and the furniture dusted as well as hire personnel and train and fire.

Personally, there’s no one to talk to or complain to about the injustice of oppression since most people would kill to have my position, however, no one would kill to work 80-hour work weeks without pay only to prove if you’re good enough which I am good enough for any type of pay for the hard work I do.

Personally, I don’t get happy because my basic needs aren’t met and I don’t like to have to ask for permission to please have deodorant bought for me in exchange or barter for the work I do.

Personally, I work hard yet I’m not taken seriously except for my intelligence.

Personally, I figure if a male worker was doing the job of manager as I’m doing then any male worker would immediately be paid for his services.

However, since I’m a woman of color boss then I have to first prove I’m worthy of the position then I can get paid…someday…

Personally, I’m learning all about how to prove myself simply because I must get a paycheck simply due to the fact I’ll ultimately and eventually require to purchase socks and underwear and deodorant.

Personally, I’m learning all about how people are shallow and inconsiderate and complete double standards are set in place to oppress people of color.

Personally, I hate to be called sweet names simply to have people smooth over their incompetence.

Personally, I don’t like to deal with manipulations.

Personally, I don’t like to deal with haters.

Personally, I don’t like to deal with the disrespectful.

Personally, I don’t like to be called sweet names to hide the hatred other people carry inside of them.

What makes me so goddamn unhappy is being used.

Personally, I’d like to be paid my worth.

Personally, I’d like not to have to be someone who has to pull more weight than white people simply and only because I’m a woman of color boss and I don’t like to be patronized by anyone.

Personally, I’m one bitter cookie simply because money’s important and money talks otherwise everything else is simply dominance or control or oppression or asserted power over another.

Personally, I like to be taken out to eat, however, not as a way to pay me since money’s money and taking someone out to eat is only one meal per week and not a paycheck.

Yes, I work hard and I work like a rock star even when no one’s looking.

Yes, I’m still here and no one’s going to fire me, budge me or intimidate me out of my life.

Yes, I’d rather be respected than loved.

Yes, love’s weak and sentimental and mean.

Yes, respect is meaningful, direct and more direct.

Yes, I’d rather be taken seriously than be fed E-coli homemade cookies for which always seem to smell like sweaty and oily little fat fingers.

Yes, I’d rather have people be direct and truthful than kiss my derriere.

Yes, I want to be respected which means not being called names or sworn at or screamed at in public.

Personally, I don’t like to be humiliated in public.

Personally, I don’t like to be used.

Personally, I like a paycheck for the hard labor and intelligence bestowed upon for the past six months of hard labor and lots of intelligence.

Personally, I’d like to be more than a slave without pay.

Yours Truly;

Gabriela

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