Sunday School Dropout

So I said, you ain’t know nothin bout hue, shade, intensity, tint and motherfuckin’ tone bitch! Get the fuck outta here!

This week I learned how to do contact shadows in Affinity.

Hooray for holiday Mondays and a three-day work week. You do the math!

It’s been almost a month since we’ve talked. Yea, you know me, I’m just here doing my sex work and looking for a forever connection.

I briefly thought about online dating again, cause I don’t do events and gatherings, even though I said I would, and I still plan to. One day.

Maybe I should start going to church again; my dream boat could be there. I was joking. Can you imagine me in church after all the things I’ve put online? lol But I still pray, and I believe that God is more accepting than parishioners. He laughs at the jokes I make about him and his son.

I should do a God as tyrant series; cover all the shit they don’t tell you about in Sunday school. That will have him LMAOing.

Have you noticed how in action movies they are almost always saving a daughter? Don’t sons need saving? Perhaps watching sons get saved doesn’t make as much money.

There’s probably a database or infographic somewhere out there. When I did that Google data analytics, I saw how much info is collected on all sorts of things.

We should start teaching what healthy relationships look like in school from early on, ~~along with outlets for “negative” emotions~~ and non-destructive ways to process and express emotional energy.

I had to cross that out because emotions aren’t inherently negative; it’s how we express, discharge, or act on them.

🎶
I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy
Down in my heart
where
Down in my heart
where
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WTF!
You didn’t hear me the first two times!

You’re not allowed to swear in Sunday school, but they’re allowed to ask you the same question multiple times. SMH.

Question of the day: When shivers travel down your spine, do they continue to your tailbone and into your butthole, then up through your intestines into your belly, where the acids eat them up?

OR maybe they go to your stomach, pass through your digestive system in the proper direction, then you poop them out. And when you poo, are them still shivers, or have they morphed into something else? Like deshivers?

And while all this is happening, when do you stop shivering?

I’m seriously considering reserving time for erotic stories. I thought about it before, after the first poem I wrote, Pleasure Play, back in December of 2023.

It’s still hard for me to use bad words in my pieces, but I recently used “shit,” which isn’t really a bad word, unlike “fuck” which I think is a universal bad word.

Whatever the best way is for me to convey my message, I want to be comfortable with that. And when I write, I can tell if something doesn’t sound right, so I have no problem with cutting/replacing.

So yes, I’m nervous about getting explicit, but I believe in my ability to do it tastefully, where God the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost will be ready to do some lustful shit.

Speaking of titillated…

Did I ever tell you that I used to collect erotic fiction, and one day my mom found my stash, and she was pissed? I think I got a beating for it, and she threw them out.

She’d always use cleaning my room as an excuse for snooping. I go to school; everything’s fine. I come home to her waiting for me with a belt. I’m about to have a bad day.

I also remember reading Like Water for Chocolate and loving how it wasn’t overtly sexual but still passionate and romantic. I loved the mix of food and history too. It was an amazing story.

Life is good for you, yes!