Excerpt from my novella “A Breast”
Posted by: tcwright on: November 11, 2009
This is an excerpt from the book I am working on…please, feel free to post your comments and suggestions. I am looking for constructive criticism. Thank you in advance.
From the moment I took my shirt off-
the mood changed. Before, we were kissing and touching in the heat of passion;now we were staring like distant lovers.
“You want me to turn the lights off?” I whispered.
He didn’t answer, just stared.
It had been two years since I had been touched by a man, my clitoris was burning a hole in my soft floral print panties.
So, I politely asked again “Do you…want me to turn the lights off?”
“What happened” he responded in disbelief.
“Well, I never thought that we would get to this point, so I didn’t feel the need to tell you-”
“Humph” He mumbles under his breath.
“-I HAAD’d breast cancer” I whispered softly hoping not to interrupt the mood.
“I’m perfectly fine now.. Lets not ruin the mood”
“The mood…I think it’s a lil too late for that” he responded, with a disappointment look on his face.
Than
he continued on “dont you think that maybe you should have said
something earlier?”"…maybe mentioned it in general conversation?”
“Yeah” I responded sarcastically.
My name is Jade…I’m 36 years old…I enjoy ice skating, going out to the
movies- Oh! yeah! and by the way, I only have one breast”
“Okay” he looked into my eyes.
“Hmmm…funny! okay, maybe I deserve that…but I would have like to known before now”
“I’m sorry” I guess?
“I mean- this could happen, but it’s going to take some time”
“Time” I responded.
“Yes”
“Just not now”
“Oo-kay?” Maybe, he could see the look of desperation in my eyes. I wanted it. Wanted it badly.
“This
is too much, too fast” He began to put his deep chocolate croc’s on.
Whipped his locs to one side, than slipped on the other shoe.
A little thing like a breast was going to keep me from getting some. I
had survived breast cancer…and hair lose as if that wasn’t enough
only to be hopelessly stuck in an era where fake tits and bodilicous
asses were much more desired that brains and natural beauty.
I had considered plastic surgery, but it would be a while before I could
afford it. Eitherway, it couldn,t help me right now. His soft brown
skin still glistening with sweat, he whips his forehead than pulls his
locs back away from his face.
I guess that was the end of that, but I was still ’bout as horney as an unspaded cat…in heat. Luckly, I
had gotten use to it so, I learning how to handle things myself. I
didn’t consider myself gross or abnormal and maybe he did.
So, there was nothing left to do, but show him the door. “Well, I guess we
could try again another time” I softly, spoke as I put my peach colored
robe on and escorted him down the semi-lite hall and to the door. I
took a deep breath and sighed..”Good-bye”.
He blew me a kiss and walked away.
I knew it was too much for a man to handle so I went for what I was use
to and what worked for me- ole faithful! I cascaded back down the hall,
into my perfectly decorated dressing room where I kept all my clothes.
As I walked pass the mirror I looked at my even coco complexion, my
brown round eyes, my full lips and petite frame, I’m still not bad…I
thought to myself.
I shoved my small hands into the crowded
dresser draw and fumbled to the left and fumbled to the right…tossing
panties and bras into the floor. Ah! one eyed jack as I liked to call
him. A ninety dollar investment I put on a small lavender multi-speed
vibrator with a limited life time warranty. What the hell did that mean
anyway- five years or 50,000 miles! Anyway, I hoped to not be using it
much longer or atleast not to be using it alone.
I went to the living room, leaned across the back of the couch and picked up the
remote, snapped off the back and pour the two double A batteries into
the palm of my hand. Than I began to make my way to the bathroom where
I ran me a hot bubble bath. I knew that after a nice hot bath and an orgasm
would be just what I needed to relax myself and get some sleep.
I set on the edge of the toilet seat and began to undress myself than I stood up and dip the tip of my toe into the water and got that tingling sensations, which let me know the water was too damn hot. So, I leaned my sleander body forward and turned the skinny steel handle with the little blue “C” counter clock-wise and fished my soft wash cloth back and forth like a rod with bait. I finally got the temperture were I wanted it.
I stepped into the smooth porceline tub, one foot after the other than I lowered myself into the lukewarm water. My body sunk chest deep into the water. The chamomille infused bubble bath began to relax all of my senses. I rubbed a hand full of bubbles on the scar where my flesh once lived and began to image my breast was still there. I washed myself up and began to think, if I should measure myself based on my physical attributes …I know I had much more working for me, but is that how people would see me. Incomplete. Lacking.
The water began to cool and my hands wrinkled like dry rasins so, I pull my towel from the towel rack, stood up and wrapped it around me. I tip toed out of the bathroom and headed towards my cream colored victorian vanity. I began to look through my large collection of smell good locations and fragrances…victoria secret..Baby Phat Godess…rite aid brand lotion..a tub of shea butter and my personal favorite lavender baby oil.
I had business to tend to! There was nothing like loving yourself because if you dont no one else will. Since Santos, couldnt give me the fix I need it was upto me, Johnson & Johnson and my niffty vibrator side kick. Although, a vibrator could give you the ultimate orgasim it could in no way replace the firm touch of a man. Edspecially, one with a six pack so stiff and sculpted you could come to climax just looking at them.
I had been dating Santos for about four months. He followed all the rules. We did the three month no-sex rule like sistagirl from Girlsfriends and everything.We met through friends who apparently didnt inform him of short coming. What the hell were breast anyway! You could get along without them, it wasnt like I was a man without a penis.
I said it loud, trying to convience myself “I am not broken”
Than louder, “I-am not broken!”
I went to the mirror and gazed myself in the eyes. I still had all the essential parts that made me a woman…ovaries…fallopian tubes…and of course the neverending cycle which meant I was still capable of reproducing. And I have a beautiful vagina that resembled an iris. Delicate and in full bloom. You had to have a scense of humor going through the things I had been through…life wasnt easy…intimacy even harder…Self acceptance- a job within it’s self.
I began to speak to the sky
“I am disease free!”
“HIV negative!”
“I’m not any mans bitch or baby mama”
“Any man would be lucky to have me…”
“I am independant” I affirmed .
” I” sigh
“am beautiful!”
I woke up this morning just happy to be alive! Sometimes we are moving so fast that we forget to savour the moment…slow down and appreciate the warm blood running through our vains or the heart beat vibrating through our chest. I was happy to be alive!
I rolled out of the bed and took what my father would call a bird bath…where you washed all the essential parts…underarms and private parts. Than I dressed myself and applied a suttle fragance to my skin.
Grabbed my blazer off the door and headed down the stairs. I jumped and the car and turned to “The Steve Harvey Morning Show”. He got me up, laughing and ready to start my day. As I pulled into the garage some impatient man decides to cut in front of me. I wanted to yell profanity out my window, but i maintainedd my composure. I wasnt going to let anything ruin my day.
I parked in my usual parking spot, put on my Cole Haan Ceci Air Rose Sling Backs. Yeah! I was a diva, but comfort is pricless…closed the door of my shiney black, Lincoln Navigator. Set my alarm and headed for the elevator just than the rude jerk who had just cut me off approached the elevator. He was tall, dark and attractive. He looked like he did Calvin Kleine underware ads for a living. I tried to act nonchalant and turned and looked the other way.
Than suddenly, I drop my keys.
“Damn” I mumbled.
“Let me get those for you” he said gently
I could see him looking at my legs as he gathered my keys. He was a pig.
“You look astounding today” he said, as he stood up
“Thank you” I mumbled.
“My pleasure”
“So, are you alway this polite after you cut somebody off”…it slipped out
“Haha-haha!” he laughs
“I’m sorry”
“Sorry?”
“Yes, sorry…sometimes I get a little impatient”
“I bet”
“Maybe, I can take you out to lunch?”
The elevator arrives “Maybe-not” He held his hand infront of the door as I stepped into the elevator. “thank you, again” The elevator began to move. *ding!* 4th floor…the doors began to open “Uuh…can I have my keys now?” He places them in my hand. “Are you sure you dont want to take me up on the lunch offer?”
“positive”
“positive?”
“Yes, thank you”
“Maybe, next-”
The elevator doors close and went on my way, dont get me wrong he was attractive…with his broad shoulder and milk chocolate colored skin but i just didn’t need and more disappointments or let downs. It was too soon. But, he was still fine…fine as all outdoors!
Archer
Damn, I didnt even catch her name. She was beautiful and fit, I though. As the elevator went back down to the Lobby Level I exited with a big smile on my face and alot of questions in my head. Is she married? Who does she work for? How long has she been here?
These were details, I was longing to find out. So, I went to the Front Desk Attendant and asked to see th e empolyee log. She stood up and handed it to me. “Good Morning, Mr. Samms” I began to look throught the company profiles. “Mr.Samms, is there something wrong…anything I can help you with?”
“Hmmm, maybe” He responds.
“Short, slender, brown skin female…”
“visitor or employee”
“I’m not sure…I think she works on the fourth floor”
“Oh! uh…Ms. Jade”
“Jade?”
“Yes, I think so…let me show you”
She reaches for the book, flips and turns and there she was. She pointed “her?”
“Yes” Is she married?”
“huh?”
“Do you know?”
“I dont think so”
“Dating anyone in the building”
“No, she’s kind of low key”
“Ah, okay”
“Here’s a little something for your troubles…lunch on me”
“Thank you, Mr. Samms”
She folds up the money and puts it in her pocket.
“Have a good day, sir!”
“You too!”
Jade
“Good Morning Jovan!”
“Hay, Miss B”
“How are you this morning?”
“Good…good, I can’t complain”
“Your looking fabulous as usual”
“Thanks!”
Jovan, was the full-time administrative assistant and part-time cheerleader. She would say whatever she had to say to put a smile on your face, but the rest of the office was another story. Everytime, I entered the office and walked past the cubicles I could hear the haters…spectator speculating…drama queens and drama queers. There wasnt a day that went past that they didnt have anything to say.
“Girl, why she come back to work?” I heard one say.
“Good Morning..Good Morning Everyone!” I tried to ignore it.
“Hello”
“Hi”
“Mmm-Hmmm” one said without looking up from her desk.
I walked to my desk and settled in for the day. Log into my computer and went straight to Facebook to vent. “Trying not to smack one of these winches in my office…today is going to be a good day regardless” I updated my page.
“Girl, have you seen that fine, tall, black stallion that works in the property management office?”
“Chil’ yes”
“I would love to climb that tree”
I could heard them in the back ground.
“Hay Jade” Shaunte gets up and walk over to my desk.
“How are you feeling today?”
“I’m fine…can’t complain”
“Who the hell they gossiping about today” Shaunte inquired.
“Hhhmmm? the usual…me and everyone else”
“That’s why they can’t get a promotion..”
I started laughing
“girl! you funny”
“They spend to much of their day talking smack every damn body in the office”
“I know, right?”
“Well, child…let me get some work done”
“Okay, we on for lunch”
“yeah, of course. I responded.
I had to complie a list of prospect who had inquired about becoming real estate agents within the past 90 days and send them reminder cards for our up and coming open house. The housing marketing wasnt going so great with the high unemployment rates and all. We had people inquiring but no one was really signing up for the classes. We had come up with the “Open House” idea to try to get more people to join our spring class. Hopefully, it would work because i sure could use the bonus. The first customer service associate to sign 50 new trainees would get a $2,000 bonus. All the things I could do with an additional two thousand dollars…new clothes..new shoes…all the things I shouldn’t buy. I needed to start putting more money towards my retirement and the building fund at church. I drifted away focus’d on sending invite yet fantascizing on how I’d spend my peice of change.
Before, I knew it- it was time for lunch.
“Huh? B there’s some carrier at the Receptionist Desk asking for you” Jovan annouced over the phone. “Okay…give me a minute!” I responded.
“Are you sure he’s here for me?” I picked up the phone.
“Yes Ma’m!”
“You want me to go get it” Shaunte hollered from her desk”
“No, I’ll go…I’m coming okay”
“yes ma’m” Jovan responded.
I walked up to the Fromt Desk. There was a guy standing there, tapping his foot holding ballons and a small turquoise box.
“Jade?” he asked.
“yes” I responded.
“sign here”
“Who is it from?”
“Don’t Know?”
“You dont know?”
“Nope”
“Miss Jade, you didn’t tell anyone today was your birthday” Jovan stated
“-It’s not”
“Oh?” she responded…sounding a little shocked and confused.
Hell, no one could have been more shocked than me. Random gifts didnt just come my way everyday. I walked into the hall way didnt want to give the goone mob anything else to talk about. I walk towards the public restroom down the hall. I couldn’t even began to guess who or what, so I impatiently open the turquoise box. A card?
“since, I know you dont like verbal apologies I thought maybe balloons might do the trick”
No name no nothing. Who sends a gift with no name…no contact number. What the hell was this guy trying to prove…he liked me or did he just want to aggravate me further. I guess he was kinda sweet though. I called Shaunte from my cellphone
“Hay babes…bring me my car keys…in the top draw”.
“Why what’s wrong…are you sick…are you okay?” she raised her voice.
“Calm down…be quiet! I’m cool”
“Okay, dont make me worry like that” she replied with a sigh of relief.
“Just hurry up…hurry up! I’m in the bathroom in the hallway.”
“Okay, here I come!”
Shaunte walked through the door
“What the-”
“I know…I don’t know- dont get me started” I stuttered.
“Chil’ who dun got the hotts for you”
“Long story”
“Hell, I’m listening…”
“I don’t know…it all started this morning, when some guy cut me off coming through the-”
“Was he cute…Was he fine, gurl?”
Ummm? yeah! but like I was saying he cut me off kinda like how you just cut me off”
“Than…I ended up at the elevator with him”
“Aaannnd…go head…go head!” she urged me impatiently.
“And I kind of said something to him about it…he apologized and invited me to lunch”
“Lunch!”
“Yeah”
“And what you say- dont tell me…” she turned up her face
“I said no!”
“No!”
Yeah-no!”
“you said yeah or no?”
“Girl, he was looking at me like he would swallow me whole”
“Thats what you want- aint it?” She asked.
“I guess…maybe”
“You guess?”
“Yeah, I cant take another episode..I told you what happen with ole boy, right”
“You told me, but it aint always gonna be like that”
“I like to live to see the day” I stated sarcasticly.
“It will”
“If you say so”
“O.k. so here’s the thing- I don’t even know this guys name”
“His name…how the hell you pull off a apology…invite to lunch and ballons- but no name”
“I dont know? I guess I didnt give him the time to tell me…I rushed off!”
“Hhmmm? We gon hafta find out who dis mystery man is..”
“did you see what floor he got off at?”
“No?”
“Damn”
“He followed me up”
“girl- do I really have to teach you everything?” she continued.
“What’s he look like?”
“MMmmm? Tall, Dark…Handsome!”
“Winch, thats alot of people”
“Okay…uuhh? He had broad shoulders…”
“o.k. broad shoulders”
“He had on a tan shirt with a tan and brown tie”
“Ok, so now we getting somewhere”
“Oh! dreads”
“Dreads”
“Yeah…dreads…locs”
“Long ones?”
“Yeah”
“I think I know who you talking bout”
“For real” I replied.
“Yea- I got you!”
“Ok so what we gon do about the ballons…you take them to the desk with you”
“Alright, I’ll just tell them Al sent these.”
“Good…the last thing I need to do is give them fools something else to talk about”
“I know”
We walked back into the office.
“Mmmm”
“What yall got there?” the queen of gossip Corian asked.
“OOww…no of ya business” Shaunte responded.
“Uuuhh? Dont be acting all ugly and what not” He replied.
“-And dont be acting all noisey and what not!” she told him.
I just went to my desk laughing.
“What her sick ass laughing at?” Corian mumbled.
“Aiight! don’t get your ass slapped” Shaunte responded feavorishly.
“Alright, yall” He cosigner stepped in.
If was getting harder and harder to ignore their little smart comments so, I decided to wrap the day up, before I had to update my facebook to “Going to jail for having to slap me a mf’er!”
“Tay, I’m out of her.” I holla across my cubicle.
“You gone”
“Yea, before I have to hurt somebody up and here..before I have to go gospel gangster up in here like Mr.Brown say”
“Girl, you crazy!”
“I’ll see you tomorrow”
“Alright”
It was a relief to get up out of that office.
“Jovan, I’m gone for the day…if anyone needs me they can reach me on my cell.”
“Okay…have a great evening!”
“You too!”
African American Hair Products linked to Breast Cancer?!?! wtf(unk)!!
Posted by: tcwright on: November 9, 2009
What a blower!!
The following is a list of products that have previously been found to contain hormones:
* Placenta Shampoo
* Queen Helene Placenta cream hair conditioner
* Placenta revitalizing shampoo
* Perm Repair with placenta
* Proline Perm Repair with placenta
* Hormone hair food Jojoba oil,
* Triple action super grow,
* Supreme Vita-Gro
* Luster’s Sur Glo Hormone
* B & B Super Gro
* Lekair Natural Super Glo
* Lekair Hormone hair treatment with Vitamin E
* Isoplus Hormone hair treatment with Quinine
* Fermodyl with Placenta hair conditioner
* Supreme Vita-Gro with allantoin and estrogen plus TEA-COCO
* Hask Placenta Hair conditioner
* Nu Skin body smoother
* Nu Skin Enhancer
More Poetry: Untitled
Posted by: tcwright on: November 5, 2009
see, lately i been kind thinking bout you
i find it hard to admit it, but i did it
trying hard to concel it, so i hide it
trying hard to put down my guard and just reveal it- u wanna hear it?
I accept everything about myself… i know how we met- i have no apologies, no regret you light me like a cigarette, but i cant get in to deep…cant take another leap…cause the pool is half empty or half full…whatever way you see it…i cant be it but i cant help but be it.
i guess im use to not feeling…cause if i dont have feelings than my heart will need no healing i’m something like davey jones locker i threw my heart away like a bag of burnt orville redenbacher.
See, i’m tryin not to really like you.
Trying not to get attached.
But your an original in a world of copies- I like that! You on the right track.
Sex so good that i dont even wanna push back.
I’m not trying to make this poem about sex, but i guess that’s what it is but you’d b scoring in the 90’s if sex was a pop quiz. I mean- it is what it is. I’m loving how you handle your biz.
Toni Morrison said “if you surrendered to the air, you could ride it” well, i surrender…can i ride it.
i know what we had wasnt serious, but still i’m curious (sigh…1,2,3) Can we do it again?
Poetry I wrote 10 years ago! i was such a dark child lol!!
Posted by: tcwright on: November 5, 2009
Stressin Pt.1 Self
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child…sinking into my mode of depression…adolescene whose stressin…tryin to be best and-
nerves pressin…body and mind needing rest and-
each feeling transformed into deep emotions…i’m semi-bostin with my imagination…imaging creations that seem to fall apart.
tension pulling at my muscles, attention pulling towards non demensions, not to mention, detention of my brain cells crackle like burning flesh and hell…needing a spiritual cleansing like- yesterday.
Stressin Pt. 2 Love & Relationships
My mind moving faster than my hand, i cant understand, nor comprehen
why this mess began, why this stress began
I’m slowly calming down, but nothing can remove this frown.
No one can mend this void you left within…I’m trying to learn to love again ’cause in this friend- i saw more than my eyes were letting me see
confusion becomes a part of me…while i sigh, after each line you see…
It’s hurting me to think of this- cryin so hard i need to take a piss, than maybe i could get over it
shit! in a container and put your name on it…i’m pipping hot! temperture rising, but my flesh below 3…cant shake this shit off of me. Feeling my emotions in the bottom of my stomach- energy turning into waste…wasted time…wasted feelings…no time for hurting it’s time for healing
healing myself mentally so this shit dont get to me
building my immunity, so love dont make no fool of me…
need to find cupids ass and shoot-put a boot in him, castrate the lil motherf$%ker, gift wrap it and send it to his mother than find cupids sister put a dart in her ass than find cupids mother and shoot her for having his ass.
Are you a victim of Obsessssive–compulsive disorder (OCD)
Posted by: tcwright on: October 13, 2009
Maybe we need to start by clarifying, what obsession is and the various types of obsession…
Obsessive love is a form of love where one person is emotionally obsessed with another.
Characteristics indicative of obsessive love are the lovers believe that only the person they fixate on can make them feel happy and fulfilled.
Sexual obsessions are obsessions with sex.
Obsessssive–compulsive disorder (OCD) is a mental disorder characterized by intrusive thoughts that produce anxiety and unwanted thoughts or images that are unsettling or interfere with an individual’s life.
What they dont tell you about obsession…
Warning: These symptoms can be alienating and time-consuming and may eventually cause you to get called out on your bullshit. OCD can even result in getting your asswhipped! So, dont play around…if you are displaying symptoms- GET HELP NOW!!!
We will use FB as an example:
~If you are watching my status updates and always wondering who or what I am talking about- You might be obsessed.
~If you comment on every single freakin satus I post in hopes of obtaining more information- yeah! your probally obsessed.
~If you call your friends and talk about my FB updates-than your damn sure obsessed.
****If you are a victim of OCD, tag your obsessor to this blog****
Reading too much into this blog may mean that you are obsessed and you really need to really get a fucking life!!
OCD is the fourth most common mental disorder-Just maybe YOU have it!
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The content in this blog does not refere to anyone specificly. It is simply a joke! lol!
What I felt for…
Posted by: tcwright on: October 8, 2009
What I felt for you was stronger that Titanium…softer than Talc…
more valuable than diamonds, more authentic than pearls…more exciting than Paramount’s Kings Dominion…more offiofficialn birth certificates…
But I guess you didn’t notice.
What I felt for you was wider than Iguazu Falls…deeper than Pacific Ocean and taller than Mount Everest…I’d climb all 29,028 feet just to get to you…sit with you and talk about why we should be more than just lovers…why we should be exclusive to one another…all the reasons why- there would never be another- like me.
What i felt for you was higher than any drug could get you…I was better than any fucking bug that ever bite you…I was in love and I just wanted to be wit chu’ burnt out cause I’m wasn’t getting back what I put into-
it so forget you…but i cant forget you! I just want to be back wit chu’
I tried to avoid you like a plague…forget about what we had but it all was to no cause because in the end I still want you. I want you like how Marvin must have been wanting something or someone when he sing them damn songs…It makes me wanna holler! When I think of what I felt for you…becoming more and more apparent it’s what I feel for you.
What I feel for you is stronger that Titanium…softer than Talc…
more valuable than diamonds, more authentic than pearls…more exciting than Paramount’s Kings Dominion…more offiofficialn birth certificates…
But I guess you didn’t notice.
It pays to Discover.
***As long as u are your light, the mothes wil be attracted***
Posted by: tcwright on: October 2, 2009
This morning, while updating my twitter I ran across a twit by Rev Run that said:”a positive attitude may not solve all of ur problems,, but it will annoy a hell of alot of negative ppl” I Agree. people feel inferior to you when you are able to hold your head up high/no matter the circumstances.
Good Morning All!
I went to be a lil early for once in my life lol!
Than I ended up at 2 in the morning and I haven’t been back to sleep yet…
I decided to work on a few of my websites and pull together some advertisements for promoting Ardyss Body Magic- a new venture of mine! I decide to vent a little this morning…I know somebody out there can relate to me…your comments are welcome.
My past work experience has not been great! Not because I am a horrible employee or because I am not prompt and on-time…not because i don’t do my work! When I work for a company we will call CES I encounter a manager who I think did not like African-American women…funny this is she Ethiopian. She was one of those people who took her power as a manager and let it go straight to her head. She knew she had the upper hand and she was not afraid to tell you so. Have you ever had a manager sit in a workplace meeting and outright threaten people “if i want you out of here…I will get you out of here one way or another…i will just start finding things to write you up for and keep writing you up.”
Needless to say this is the stands, she took with me and many other employees. I’m not sure exactly what is was…whether it was the fact that I did not kiss her tale all day or whether it was because every time I wore my natural hair out she would compliment me…but it wasn’t that kinda oh that’s nice complement…it was more like I prefer this and this is what you should where…on several occasions she did everything short of trying to tell me how to wear my hair. It was evident she wasn’t feeling the braids or the weaves.
Anyways, I ended up having to leave this job, because I knew she had it in for me..better yet another manager told me that she had it out for me…just walked up to me and told me that she was walking around the office looking for something to write me up for so she could put me on 90 days probation…meaning if i coughed- she could fire me! Apparently, this other manager could not have been comfortable with what this lady was doing if she actually came to me to fair warn me. I say this to say, it wasn’t the quality of my work this woman was judging me on it was her personal feeling she had towards me.
There have been many jobs that I feel went quite the same…for one reason or another, a manager or supervisor lets there personal feeling get in the way of their workplace relations. I am so sick of this and honestly I dread going back to work! I am tired of putting out so much energy yet still achieving the same results…I am tired of running into managers and supervisors who aren’t even people persons…they don’t know how to talk to people professionally not the less deal with a situation professionally without letting their personal feeling get involved! I am tired of people being intimidated by strong willed people who know what they want. I am tired of people feeling like brown nosing was in your job description when you were hired!
Honestly, I am trying to stat motivated…I am trying to work on completing and publishing my first novel…I am working on going back to the studio…I just auditioned for a play and am now rehearsing the script. In addition to trying to promote “Body Magic”! Most people know I like to quote Rev run alot…but in one quote he saids- “Find what you love and you find your money” So that is what I am trying to work towards doing what I love and getting paid for it!
In the bible it says In all labor there is profit (Proverbs 14:23) I would like to think so…I would like to think that the last seven hours I have been woke, creating advertisments and updating websites is not in vain.
When I am feeling weak instead of getting weary and fainting I try to find a way to give of myself. When I need a lift I start by trying to lift someone else. So, I will close by saying If you work hard at whatever it is you love! No matter your age or position in life. If you love to write, write a little everyday…If you love to sing join a choir…whatever it is you like to do…whatever it is you aspire to be- practice!
Pratice being where you want to be…imaging being where you want to be…write it down…list it…map out your goals no matter how imposible they may seem. By doing these things you help to bring your dreams into the realm of exsistance.
Gallatians 6:9(KJV) And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.
Gallatians 6:9 (NIV)© Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
Romans 4:17 Call those things that be not as though they were.
Recognize your Creator only wants good for you.
Make sure that your dreams are not against God’s Law
Fill every conversation about your dreams with positive “faith” talk.
Associate with those who are “on fire” (spiritually, not physically)
Make sure your dreams are seeds sown in other’s hearts
Recognize that your dreams may intimidate others.
Fuel your own FIRE!
~this text is taken from the christian success trainning resource~
Horror is Dead
Posted by: tcwright on: July 28, 2009
Maybe, my fasination for zombie movies began December 1983 with the release of “Michael Jackson’s Thriller” a 14-minute music video where MJ himself becomes a dancing zombie. I remember sitting in my grandfathers livingroom in his three bedroom North East, D.C. home watching Jackson transforms into both a werecat and a zombie.
My cousins and I became big fans of horror movies. My uncle would rent movies for us on the weekends. We would have one horror and one comedy to watch after the horror movie so we would have nightmares. Even the possibility of having nightmare didn’t stop me from wanting to see whatever gorey movie we rented.
I am particularly a fan of the “Night of the Living Dead”. I must have seen each and everyone dating back to the first one in 1968. Indeed, this movie was created long before my exsistance her on earth but I am a fan just the same. I think that George A. Romero is definately one of the pioneers of modern horror cinema. It takes a simple horror film and evovles it into a satire with suspense and drama. He never seases to amaze me with his ingenuity.
It is said that some critics have seen social commentary in much of George Romero’s work. They view “Night of the Living Dead” as a film made in reaction to the turbulent 1960s; Dawn of the Dead as a satire on consumerism; Day of the Dead as a study of the conflict between science and the military; and Land of the Dead as an examination of class conflict. I would have to say that I agree. If you watch any of those movies closely you can see his social commentary of day to day life.
I am hoping to see The Dead Thrillogy live on. The horror movies released now adays either has very week storylines or are just plain grotesque. I look for horror that has me up out of my sit and afraid to goto the bathroom. Horror should have you wanting to look away, but to engolfed in the storyline and sheer madness of the situation to look away. That’s horror not these lousy suspense thriller they market and promote like horror cinema than when you get to the theaters you are highly disappointed.
Hell! where are the George Romero’s of our time because horror movies truely suck now a days.
*bold print taken from Wikipedia
Are you a giver or a taker?
Posted by: tcwright on: July 12, 2009
Givers/Takers
One of the greatest laws is the law of attraction.
The Law of Attraction says people’s thoughts (both conscious and unconscious) dictate their reality. So if you are constantly complaining and whinning about what you don’t have you will continue to lack. But if you embracing the postive thoughts and hope for the best, the best will began to manifest itself in your life.
I know, one way of attracting is by first giving to others…
I’ve always thought that you get what you give; if you want to recieve, start by giving…(your) time, money, energy. But what do you do when you are constantly the giver and the people around you are nothing but takers who dont appreciate shit?
There are two types of people…people who give of themselves and takers…people who always have there hand out. I like to think of myself as a giver, better yet, I know that I am a giver!! I am always doing shit for other people…always covering somebodies elses expenses, doing somebodies hair, babysitting, loaning folk shit, opening up my home to people, etc. I am exhausted and so tried of ungreatful people. So, tried of people saying what you do is not enough- give me more! Do more! Give!! Give!! Give!!
You know they dont say it literally, but their actions say- Fuck you!! I know you just bent over backwards for me, but fuck you! kiss my ass! and I hope your ready for the next time cause I will more than likely need you again.
It is beyond me why, people feel that you are obligated to help them…obligated to include them, obligated to take the extra slack and kiss their ass while you do it!
What is really on peoples mind???
Here is a question:
1) Ask yourself, are you a giver or taker?
2) Do you help your friends and family as much as they help you?
3) Or, are you always on the recieving end?
If you answered “no” to the second question
answer this (rhetorical question) why do you feel that people are obligated to help you if you yourself never offer your help to any one or anything else?
If you answer “yes” to the third question, it is time to revaulate some things. Ask yourself “what do you have to give?”
“How can you make life easier for someone else besides yourself?”
LIFE! Is about becoming a better person!
What makes you better…do you wake up every morning hoping to be better than the day before?
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