… like fluorescence microscopy, or a diamond.
Happy VD! I wish for you to wake up in the morning infection-free!
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FYI: Moneky Pox are in Monkey Bars
Monkey Pox!
Do. Do. Do. Do. Do. Do
Monkey Pox!
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Well … in case you didn’t realize it from Dis- poem I wrote, it’s over between me and B2. He’s set in his ways – he may want to change, but he’s comfortable. Plus, I wasn’t a priority, and he cannot keep up with me, or he doesn’t care to.
I don’t have any new basket prospects, and I’m thinking about just dating multiple people for four to six months before deciding on one because it took about four months for me to realize B2 and I are in totally different places.
Mind you, just the thought of chatting with and dating multiple men overwhelms me; at the same time, though, I think this is something that must be done. I’ll just copy and paste shit – the first person to ask me how my day was will get a response, then it’s copy/paste for the rest of em. You know how they say you can only have so many friends? I wonder how many mens I can have?
Artist Date at the ROM
I went to Death: Life’s Greatest Mystery exhibit. It was informative. I learned about:
- how different cultures and religions respond to death
- Haitian Iwa
- Indigenous Haida Gwaii poles and potlatching (banned by canadian government from 1884-1951)
- Muslim green burials (natural decomposition)
- Black-owned funeral homes during jim crow era USA (White businesses didn’t want nothing to do with us – you’d think they’d be happy we’re dead.)
- Custom-made coffins in Ghana that reflect some aspect of your life – My coffin will be a typewriter speaker, pen, notebook, VIP movie theatre combo
- what makes a decomposing body smell (whiff included)
- Jewish burial societies
- tardigrades
- three types of cremation (traditional, alkaline hydrolysis, and promession (theoretical) ). After, by separating the carbon and exposing it to heat you can become a diamond. We can become diamonds yo!
I thought they were going to have a section on how to get away with murder. There was lots more too, Mexico, Japan, China, India and Hindu Gods. That’s all I remember … Oh and Yoruba!
Once I am no longer attached to this body, I can’t imagine caring so much about what happens to it. OMG! I said I wanted to go to the body farm, but I changed my mind just before they pulled the bucket. I wanna become a diamond instead. Somebody do something!
It’s Really Not That Complicated
I don’t understand what there is to grapple with!
Those “Others” over there, are capable of making the right decisions without your influence – if they want to
You had no right to take it!
Say sorry you entitled fuck!
Then give it back!
The country/community it belongs to can decide what to do with it
– whatever the artifact happens to be.
I’m pretty sure I still wanna do the body farm thing. And one last thing to share before I go …
My latest POF profile:
Hi! My name is Sam. I like my music loud and my men deaf!
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FYI: All Phyllis’ have syphilis
Say Phyllis!
Do. Do. Do. Do. Do. Do
Say Phyllis!
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Wed Feb 14
Photo by Edgar Soto on Unsplash
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