Elegantly Authentic Woman Not Defined By Society

 

I am not the docile, soft, forgiving type. You try to fuck over me, disrespect me, rule over me, gaslight me one time- that is it!

I am glad that I am not and have never been a sensitive type of person. I have very thick skin. I am tough as nails, a fighter- a survivor.

Strength comes from inside- not silly tough talk or a rough physical demeanor, or facade.

I am not saying the entire world is this way, but there was always a ridiculous double standard when it came to men defining our actions, attitudes and manner of being when they do not fit into their lie of what a woman is supposed to be.

There are even stupid women and girls who are slaves to these false beliefs. They may be weak, needy, subservient doormats, but this is not the definition of a true woman.

When us women are fierce, aggressive, not afraid to confront a situation, speak our minds, and so on, we are considered angry, emotional, crazy, bitches (in an ignorant derogatory way), hysterical and every other negative excuse to justify the actual reason certain men cannot handle or accept our inborn power.

When a man behaves in the same manner, he is considered ambitious, strong, determined and all the other bullshit stereotypes men are defined to be.

I have always been very outspoken, blunt/direct, opinionated, controversial and I was considered a threat.

Females like me, as well as certain males who stand up for what is right or what they believe in and/or refuse to go along with the “program”, sometimes become targets.

People want to get rid of us, downplay us, or try to destroy our credibility, and so on.

None of the schemes or tactics of specific people who tried to control, manipulate, or whatever other intention they may have had in mind ever scared me or made me want to back down from being the genuine individual that I am and was born to be.

I have really appreciated people who are ” awake”, who are on the level when it comes to intelligence. I have been lucky enough to personally encounter them here within my lifetime as they could relate to me and I to them and we shared the same high mindset.

The majority of the world is lost and in trouble. They have an average or low-scale mentality and are easily influenced or brainwashed by societal culture.

I always had a mind of my own and could think for myself even if it went against the so-called “norm”.

Some of us, especially women, are judged by our outward appearance. Some will have preconceived notions about us without actually knowing us- these are the ones who have to learn the hard way that we are no one to fuck with!

 

Twisted And Ignorant People

 

 

I do not write for the hell of it. Yes,  writing is one of my natural talents, my passion. I write because I love to do it, but it is the Holy Spirit that inspires and moves me to do so. Divine energy is the driving force.

About a week or two ago, it came to me that I was “Vindicated” in the Amazon situation.

It has to be about Amazon in some form or fashion because nothing else was going on for it to be about anything else.

The truth must have totally came out- although if it had not, that still would not have made me any less justified. 
 
It does not really matter what people think or believe; it only matters what God knows. He is the only one who holds the keys to our true destiny. 
 
I appreciate that the Lord let the truth prevail as he always does sooner or later, but we do not need others to validate what we know for a fact. 
 
Michael Gonzalez comes to my blog primarily every Friday now instead of everyday or every other day like he used to. He has been doing this for three or four weeks now. He is still unable to move on. I have that affect on assholes 😹😂.

Sometimes Michael and others try to get slick and disguise themselves through that iCloud private relay shit that they think is completely anonymous. In fact, Michael came to my blog last night. 
 
These people feed off negativity. They wish they could find dirt on me. However, there is none. 
 
They keep viewing my posts about the caul, voodoo, and spiritual gifts. If they are looking for a way to attack me spiritually- they had better think again! 
 
You see, I will always be ahead of people like them. I have dreams, I see visions, I get premonitions etc….

Of course, I do not reveal everything that I know and see. I was not born yesterday. I have been on this earth for forty-seven years; I have been gifted with extra sensory perception for all of my life.

When I was a child, I was not ordinary, I was extremely aware. A gift can save our lives as I could share many stories from now into the past.

But God gifted me for a reason, as he did certain others, and no one can stop his purpose for us. It is up to us in particular whether we use our spiritual gifts for good or evil.

I am African American and Native American, so I have extra power within the bloodline. My African ancestry as well as my American Indian Cherokee and Blackfoot are deeply inherent in spirituality. 
 
So, they can dig their own graves. 

 

 

 

Raindrops: Enjoying My Day Inside

 

Around ten minutes after 6am I awoke to pee. It was still dark out; I could hear raindrops outside my window.

After I came from the bathroom I went back to sleep.

I awoke a few minutes after 8am again to pee. It was cloudy out, the rain not as hard as before, but light.

After I came from the bathroom I went back to sleep.

I awoke at around 11am to pee some more, afterwards, I laid back down to sleep. I heard the rain come down hard.

I could not get back to sleep. I decided it was time for me to rise for the day.

The news had broadcast rain earlier within the week for today Saturday, October 1, 2022.

Such a wonderful day for me to spend my weekend off watching movies and eating my delicious non-dairy peanut butter swirl and vanilla Breyers ice-cream (frozen dessert). It is a sweet treat I eat in moderation from time to time.

Lately, I have been catching some good, entertaining films to view.

Well, I will get back to my day of leisure and loveliness. Then later on in the evening I will make my dinner as I continue to watch movies galore!

 

Pathetic People

 

I never understood why some women fight over men. Especially when the men do not look like anything.

A man is nothing to fight over and a man is nothing to get hurt over. Yet not everyone shares my mentality, self-love, confidence, strength, self-worth or natural disinterest in men.

There are men who purposely try to make women jealous to gain attention for themselves. It strokes this type of man’s ego for a sign that the woman cares, is attracted, or has feelings for him.

There can be a woman who does not even want the man and he will use another woman who is interested in him to start trouble with the woman who does not want anything to do with him.

Men who behave within this manner are ignorant and immature.

When certain men cheat on women instead of the women getting angry at and/or attacking the other woman they should go after the man responsible for creating whatever drama.

Some individuals are so backward and twisted.

There were men who liked me, would get jealous over another man being around me and, I did not want either one of them.

I did not find the jealousy flattering at all- it was a complete turn off!

 

 

 

Hot Topic

 

I speak the truth I can’t help it:

On Friday at work, the television was on. The broadcast discussed the issue of the controversy over abortion.

One of my male elderly clients asked me what my opinion was in regard to abortion.

I told him no one has a right to tell a woman what to do with her body.

He told me that he agreed, and that men need to be held accountable for getting women pregnant.

I did not mention this and- this statement alone may seem harsh or controversial- but it is my truth that I have felt since I was in my teens and will not back down on.

Some people just should have never been born to begin with. The world would be a better place if certain kinds of people did not exist.

Some people need to keep their legs closed and their genitals tamed that goes for both men and women.

 

Truly A Masterpiece: Props To Sharon Sprung!

 

I just got finished watching a segment on Spectrum News Channel One on artist Sharon Sprung.

From what I have seen with her work she is an extremely talented/gifted artist.

The unveiled painting, she hand-crafted/created of former First Lady Michelle Obama is breathtakingly gorgeous- ultimately beautiful.

I love all the coloring within the painting, Michelle Obama’s pose.

I just had to write and display a post in regard to what impressed me tonight.

This woman’s paintings are so life-like, and realistic.

 

Sharon Sprung Artist

I Currently Work With An Ex-Police Officer

 

I recently told my retired client who was once a cop that I am safe there working with him. In return he told me, “Oh No, you are not!”- he is so funny!

 

As I have mentioned years ago in a post on another one of my blogs, I have worked with all kinds of people- including rich and famous people.

The role of a licensed health care professional has taken me all over the place throughout the nine years I have been within the field.

Currently, one of my clients is an ex-police officer (he is also a veteran) who I work with at an expensive residential facility.

Him and I get along great. What he likes about me is that I am trustworthy, intelligent, have a sense of humor, and that I am very open- minded- I do not take things the wrong way. We discuss subject matter that he cannot talk about with just anyone.

This ex-cop client of mine is a white man. We got on the subject of the word “nigger”, and how no matter what race a group of people were in a particular circle he hung around with back in the day they would all light-heartedly call one another “nigger”.

I understood totally. I have even written about this before. I have African American bloodline and do not find the “nigger” word offensive at all as it is just a word with no actual meaning unless one ascribes or places value onto it.

The same goes for the word “bitch“. A lot of women get highly offended by this word. The word bitch has never fazed me, and I will call a man a “bitch” in a heartbeat if it applies!

My client and I also discussed how certain dumb people will consider themselves to be the smartest things in the world then like to boast and brag about what they “think” they are so smart about!

 

Happy To Not Have Children

 

I originally never desired to have any children.

I was not one of those little girls who wanted to get married or have kids as an adult.

If I decided to have a child, I did not ever plan to get married, hook up with a boyfriend or commit to a relationship of any kind.

I did not need or desire companionship or sexual relations at all.

When I was in my twenties, I contemplated the idea of having two daughters, however, I am so glad it never happened for more reasons than one.

I was right from the very beginning of my young life.

I would have made a phenomenal mother but I do not think I was meant to have children.

I would not want to come into this world the way that it is today, yesterday, and the way it will be tomorrow. I definitely do not want any child of mine to be born into this society.

Aside from that, I do not want to be bothered. I love being single, I love being free without any connection to a child.

I am glad to not have adult children either.

I am fully grown, established, and very content with the way I am personally. I absolutely have no regrets.

It is great for those who want or have children as it may suit them.

I as an individual feel blessed and fortunate not to have any.

I remember when I told my mother three years ago how I wanted to get an apartment and get a puppy. She said to me, “A baby taking care of another baby”.

My mother was correct. I am a woman who is wise, responsible, strong, and experienced in life though I have this natural childlike innocence within my aura.

 

 

A Lady Of Her Own Style

 

I am not into all of that name-brand shit as a trend- I had all of those things growing up.

As long as I am clean, my clothes are of quality, and of the taste I prefer I am completely satisfied.

My mother kept me pristine as a child and kept me decked out as I was her little baby girl.

When I rode the school bus a few girls were jealous of the fancy gear my mother had sent me off in and they made it known by their envious talk.

I was just an innocent kid wearing clothes that my loving parent bought for me- but I learned early about the green-eyed monster.

I was always attracted to beauty. I had my own sense of style, an eye for what looked good.

I could pick out stylish home decor along with everything else that had sparked an interest within me. Whatever it was it would be elegant.

I had a knack for great judgment!

When it came to the summer, I liked to wear designer shorts/capris, skirts and jumper-skirts.

I became very conservatively appareled into adulthood. I was naturally comfortable and classy. I had my own fashionable style but nowhere near old-fashioned.

I was never a high-heeled, flashy dresses-wearing girl.

I liked my slacks, jeans, t-shirts or button-down shirts.

I was never too crazy about clothes during my teenage years and as I got older, yet I always dressed nicely.

I am not, nor was I ever, a materialistic person though I had wonderful material things throughout the years since my childhood.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Style: My Fancy And Cool Mother

 

My mother was a fashion queen. She had an exceptionally fabulous wardrobe.

My mother had an eye-catching sense of style that attracted attention ever since she was a young girl.

People admired my mother’s apparel, her flair.

Some were even jealous of the gorgeous figure she had and how her clothing fit her adoringly.

She dressed her ass off! From her jewelry, to her jackets, to her pocketbooks, to her blouses, to her jeans, to her heels, to her sneakers, to her dresses- my mother was in a style all by herself.

Fashion ran within the family.

My uncle had a large, spectacular wardrobe full of clothes too! He kept his body clean and dressed very sharply.

Other members of the family also had quality gear to their liking- and a particular few were into luxury and glamor as they had the money to splurge.

My great-grandmother had furs, her sister had lavished items, and her niece was high-class in a league of her own.

Nevertheless, my mother did not dress to impress anyone (none of us did). Nice clothes and things were just a part of her nature, good taste, and talent for design.

 

 

All Natural, Natural Beauty

 

Everything about me is authentic, pure, and natural- from my mind, to my body, to my spirit.

I was never one to wear cosmetics. No one within my immediate family were into cosmetics either- and I loved that about them!

My grandmother sometimes wore lipstick, and my great-grandmother wore her lipstick from time to time but nothing dramatic or commonly done.

I used to play in my great-grandmother’s make-up once in a while as a child when I would play dress-up yet that is as far as it went.

I do not like cosmetics at all, I never did as I grew up.

I am totally natural- no foundations, no skin creams, no nothing but soap and water go on my skin.

I nurture my skin and body from the inside out with the proper nutrition and vitamin supplements.

I always had a high self-esteem. I love myself for who I am not for what a standard of beauty is projected to be.

I never cared what others thought of my appearance my opinion is all that genuinely mattered to me. I have always been confident within myself in that way because my spirituality rules me. Not any religious belief- but strength of character and purpose.

I prefer to not be made up by make-up as I was divinely made real by my creator.

When I see certain women or girls, they look so much better without wearing cosmetics. It is a shame how some are brainwashed or influenced by what society deems as beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I have seen unattractive people called beautiful and attractive people called ugly.

In the same, often cute or pretty girls/women and guys think or consider themselves unattractive while unattractive girls/women think they are the most beautiful thing in the world.

What is true beauty? True beauty is self-love, self-worth, self-respect and a humane regard toward others.

When one truly has those depths instilled all else is irrelevant.

Sure, there are beautiful women and handsome men who were born into my family with nice grades of hair, tones of skin, and figures/physiques.

However, my family was not fazed by those attributes. They knew what they possessed but what they possessed did not possess them.

I myself am blessed with my fair share of attributes. Everybody tells me how lucky I am to still “look and sound like a baby” at the age of forty-seven.

 

 

 

 

 

Leaving Amazon Was A Blessing

Daily Living, By Miss LaToya

I left Amazon on July 19, 2022. I began work at another job a week after.

The month of August proved a better livelihood into the future.

There was no depth to or any future working at Amazon.

The position I had as a locker Hub associate was a bit fun yet there was really no substance to the role.

Aside from the job not offering any compliment to my abilities whereas I could be challenged and grow, there was no opportunity to significantly advance.

In addition, there was no guarantee of a steady concurrent schedule or any schedule at all if one was not able to successfully compete with other employees on the App Amazon had set up for workers to be on to arrange their own timetable at a designated time every weekday.

Another drawback was Amazon only allowed us employees four hours a day of work unless…

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Hair Day: Brown-Skinned And Beautiful

 

I always had a head full of long hair since childhood.

I grew my hair down to my back almost near my derriere when I was in my twenties.

I wore my hair natural until I had gotten my first perm/relaxer at age eighteen.

A year ago, I did the big chop. I went to the barber shop and got a buzz cut that I loved. I had not permed my hair within about a year and a half before then.

I was glad to cut off all of the remains of my previously permed hair.

I had initially planned to keep my hair chopped down within a buzz cut.

I changed my mind when I saw my natural wavy-curly hair take on a life of its own!

All I do is wash my hair with Dove body wash and water. I do not put any hair grease, dressings, or sprays within my hair afterward.

 

 

My hair is strong and full of luster and elasticity.

I do not ever intend to grow it extra-long again but for now I would like to see what my hair continues to do on its own.

I do not even have to style my hair. The way it sets is the result of how I come out of the shower.

I have a combination of texture to my hair due to my mixture of African American, Native American and European heritage/bloodline. It was never the nappy/kinky type- which is just fine for those who do!

I love African American hair within its natural state. It is so versatile.

Black women come in all different beautiful shades with all different beautiful hair types.

Do not let society or anyone else tell you that you are not gorgeous because of the color of your skin or how you wear your hair!

 

 

 

 

 

 

To Be Real Is To Be Dangerously Brave

 

Phony people are a turn off. They can also be quite humorous.

They also tend to annoy with their over-acting and hard attempts to convince.

Some who are fake swear that they get over. I don’t know why they waste their time.

It is so much easier to be genuine.

I understand not revealing everything or playing the part (going along with the program even if it is not what one agrees with for the sake of harmony and etc….) within certain situations. That is not being bogus- that is just the necessary motions of flowing through society.

The sad truth, though, is that sometimes what is fake is taken as what is real by those who are deceived or who do not know any better.

What is real can also be taken as fake by those who do not believe, do not understand, or who do not give the benefit of the doubt.

A fact within life is that just because something is presented as reliable does not always give credence to the story or to the one who is telling it.

At the same time, just because something may sound far out, uncommon, or not likely does not mean that it is not so.

There are many people, many circumstances, many ideas, many preferences, many beliefs, many personalities and distinctions within character.

This is a big wide crazy world!

No matter what- always be real and true to who you are regardless of how you may appear or how things may seem.

Authenticity outweighs the limitations reflected by others, strength overtakes and endures, confidence is the power to maintain without caring about the opinions, accusations or judgments of others.latoya lawrence 

 

 

 

The Truth About Church

 

Earlier in the week, I forgot which exact day, I was standing on a long line waiting to catch a bus home.

Two young females who looked to be in their twenties were scoping out individuals who stood on the line to approach.

One of the women came up to me and directly asked, “You want to come to my church?”

I said, “No”.

She then moved on to someone else she felt comfortable enough to go up to.

I watched as the other female asked a guy down on line the same question I was asked while he also gave her a “no”.

The lady who came up to me wore a name tag just like most of those with the Church of the Latter Day Saints.

A great deal of the people who attend church in general are nothing but devils and hypocrites.

Some are even brainwashed or sick-minded.

There is nothing wrong with church itself. It is good if one is able to find a church they connect with. There is negativity and positivity in every place, however, going to church does not verify a person who has a genuine regard, relationship or loyalty toward God or spirituality.

It is about what is truly within one’s heart, mind, and soul- not where they sit at every Sunday or other day inside of a church.

A lot of us already have a natural tendency- a propensity to lean and be led toward our creator in the individual way and path directed within our own distinction. God knows how to reach those who are apt to reach back.

As many ignorantly judge others based on their own personal reflections or flaws, God and those who are enveloped by him judge by truth, and the spirit of discernment.

It can be the least one would expect who is the closest to God.

The ones who are the farthest from God can have the appearance of godliness but no godliness is within them. They are full of filth, dirt and deceit.

A church is the house of God. A house of God is not a physical building. It is an internal building that firmly houses one.- latoya lawrence

 

 

 

 

 

 

Work

 

 

It rained most of the day yesterday, it was cloudy all day today with traces of precipitation here and there.

I slept until noon yesterday afternoon, direly catching up on the much-needed rest of my sleep deprivation.

The rain created a calm, cozy atmosphere to relax to the sounds of hard-hitting raindrops amidst the air in unison upon my windowsill.

I spoke with my supervisor yesterday she kindly and generously offered me to come in later instead of earlier on three of my weekly shifts as I also work twelve-hour overnight shifts on certain days.

I work five days a week all together doing multiple shifts.

I do not mind the work I have taken on at all, I am extremely blessed, so grateful- yet I must get adequate time to rest.

On top of everything else, I also must take care of personal affairs and errands on my free time.

A lot of us are sleep deprived. I thank the Lord and the people I work with for being understanding and flexible.

 

This Immigration And Asylum Issue

 

We already have too many people over here within this country as it is.

We have people here who do not have jobs, people who are homeless.

The government needs to take care of the people who are already here instead of allowing others to come over here to add to more problems.

Why not put effort into helping those in need here who are at risk and just lack the opportunity that can be given if permitted the chance.

But no! The government along with these self-serving politicians are just looking out for themselves to gets votes, to get recognition/prestige, to get into higher positions of power.

They do not genuinely care about us native citizens. It is all about carrying out plans that seem to progress foreigners when it is really a trade-off to further the government’s unscrupulous agendas.

The people coming over here are going to need steady employment, sufficient income, a secure place to live and etc…. Plenty of things that people here in America need and do not have.

Like I said, take care of the people already here before letting immigrants unnecessarily invade on us and cause us more trouble.

Happy To Be Single

 

Some people act as if marriage is a badge of honor.

Marriage is an institution I never admired or desired.

I knew since childhood I was not ever going to get married.

The idea of having a boyfriend or lover did not appeal to me either.

I did not want any man sitting up underneath me every day- and I still don’t.

I do not like kissing or cuddling with the opposite sex.

I do not need attention, affection, or support from the opposite sex- I never have. The thought is inconceivable to me.

A romantic relationship with anyone is out of the question there is no chance of it ever happening.

The other person would just be left hurt, disappointed, scorned and/or defeated by their inability to get a rise out of me heart-wise or psychologically if their rejection or hurt initiated them to retaliate against me within any way.

I know this for a fact.

 

 

I have already been through this situation many years ago with men who got mad at me for not wanting them. I was a heart-breaker without a conscious and without even trying to be.

I was not a monster I just do not understand the certain feelings of others that I myself do not have. Nor do I want to understand them when it comes to love relationships.

And- forget about sex! The human penis has always been a huge turn off to me.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What may look good to one person may not look good to another.

I never cared what anyone thought about the way I looked. I was always considered very attractive but what mattered was that I truly like the way that I looked even if no one else in the world did.

My self-esteem was never built on the judgment of others.

I value myself and I am very self-confident. I value one’s character over anything.

I was born to be single as far as I am concerned.

I am single yet romantically unavailable, I would not have myself any other way.

Self-Love, Confidence  And Fulfillment  Comes From Within

 

Bon Voyage

 

I had the opportunity to go to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil when I was twelve years of age but I did not want to go.

Since I didn’t want to go my mother did not go either. She would not have gone to another country and left me behind.

The trip to Brazil may have been interesting, I don’t know, I really do not care. I have no regrets.

I was not one fascinated by travel.

I did not mind visiting other states as I have done yet when it came to visiting other countries I always declined.

I have family and friends who have explored overseas and I think their tours of alluring, exotic places are wonderful.

It is just not my thing.

I will stick to the United States as my family originated in Halifax, Virginia.

 

 

I come from southern folk. African American, Native American (Cherokee and Blackfoot Indian), and European (English) bloodline.

I prefer my native land.

I have relatives that are still located in different parts of Virginia, Florida, Georgia, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, North Carolina and within other states.

I have visited a friend in New Hampshire, relatives in South Carolina.

I have been to Pennsylvania, Connecticut, Maryland, Delaware and a few more states.

There are many beautiful countries and lovely cultures out there within our huge world.

A friend was telling me last week how she would like to visit and revisit a few countries in the near future.

I will keep my travel restricted to America, nevertheless.

 

Men With The “Wrong Head” On Their Shoulders

 

In my younger days men always chased after me whether they were single, had girlfriends, or even wives it didn’t matter.

A lot of guys liked me, not because all were just interested in sex, they genuinely liked me as a person. They enjoyed my conversation; they were intrigued by my uniqueness.

I had male as well as female associates. Sometimes I even got along better with certain males than I did with females.

Men shared wild and intimate secrets with me. They’d have girlfriends or wives while having other women on the side and etc….

I was upfront with them letting them know that they would never get into my panties.

I had some that were glad I was the way that I was even though it was a bruise to their ego. Some were envious of me, some resented me, some didn’t care- I did not care either.

No one could take advantage of me, no one could get over on me. Everything I did was on my terms or to my advantage. I was never the emotional lovey-dovey type of female. Although I had no problem with expressing how I thought or felt.

I had some very funny and crazy experiences with guys.

There was a neighborhood guy in his fifties that was interested in me when I was in my twenties.

We were sitting in his jeep talking while a crowd of people were there hanging out, talking, enjoying the days of summer.

All of a sudden, he turned the key in the ignition, started the vehicle, and drove around the corner.

I opened the door to the jeep and hopped out as we were halfway down the block (he had not drove too fast as I was able to take a safe leap).

I knew he was going to try to rape me.

 

 

When I was out of the jeep he told me to get back in.

I told him no! “Get back into the jeep so that you can rape me and then everybody say that it was my fault for getting back into the jeep?” I spoke.

“Rape?!” He spoke.

This fifty something year old man then got out of his vehicle and literally chased me around the jeep telling me to get back in.

I purposely ran around the jeep to make an ass out of him. Then I walked back down the block to where the rest of the people were. He was nothing to worry about. He was high, hard-up, and frivolously hell-bent.

My mother and I laughed about it later when I told her what had happened “He was going to get him some ass, huh?!” She relayed back in truth and humor.

My mother acknowledged to me that I was lucky the man didn’t have power-locks in his jeep.

Rape is a serious crime and no laughing matter; however, this man was nothing to take serious in my situation I was in no further danger. I was well-known in the neighborhood; people knew him and what he was about. He definitely knew better. I was a hangout partner with his sister whom he didn’t get along too well with.

This man and I ran into one another weeks later as I were on my way to the store, he was parked on the corner and called me over to the car.

I brought up the prior incident.

“Rape?!” He said like the suggestion I made was preposterous in order to through me off. He wanted to make me feel foolish. Of course, it did not work.

“There is too much pussy out here to rape”, he added out of anger.

When I did not back down and insisted on what he aimed to do he exclaimed, “I don’t want you!”

Then he admitted that by his last words he was just trying to hurt my feelings.

“My feelings are not hurt”, I expressed. “Why would I care if you want me or not?”

“Yeah, that could be true. You women can be cold”, he expressed back in return.

I, LaToya did not understand this man’s mentality at all. I did not understand the ignorance.

When I told a male associate the story he automatically knew instinctively as he addressed to me, “He was going to rape you”.

Months later, the fifty-year-old man’s sister came to me and told me that another female came to her and told her that her brother tried to rape her too. I and this other targeted girl did not personally know one another but I had seen her in the neighborhood before.

In return, the sister told the girl that she had heard about it before (through me but she did not tell the girl where she heard about it from).

The man’s sister told me that her brother trying to rape this other woman was not relevant because of her notorious promiscuous sexual behavior.

I disagree.

As far as I am concerned, even a prostitute does not deserve to be raped even though she may be asking for it depending on her situation.

If a woman does not consent to having sex, then no man has the right to force himself on the woman regardless of her sexual history.

Rape is an act of violence and control.

 

 

 

 

Newspaper

 

I read the paper this morning while at work after I left my overnight shift.

I use to read the paper as well as watch the news just about every day.

The Daily News is what I grew up on during childhood, my immediate family preferred the print over News Day and The New York Post.

I don’t remember what other newspapers other relatives would buy when I would go to visit them.

Nonetheless, we read them all as there were times when the Daily News was sold out.

Even though I liked to read the paper the news print left behind on my fingertips would turn me off.

As usual, I keep up to date on current events but the newspaper is still loaded with its fair share of uninteresting garbage and sensationalism.

 

 

 

Welcome Fall!

 

It’s September, summer will officially be over in the weeks to come.

Before we know it, it will be the end of December the new year will be coming in.

Spring and summer are my favorite times of the year.

I hate the cold weather.

Autumn brings in the beauty of yellow, red and orange leaves- a result from the lack of chlorophyll that breaks down as less sunlight is directed onto the trees during the change of the season.

I like the look and feel (essence) of fall without the chill. Though I don’t mind a touch of brisk air, but nothing too severe.

We should be thankful for whatever season we’re in especially if we are continuously blessed with good health and a sound mind.

 

 

 

Cafe Talk

 

 

During my four-hour shift Friday morning in between work I and an elderly woman of German descent who I was working with sat at a cozy in-door/outdoor cafe.

I was going to pay for my own item but she would not allow me to.

The woman insisted on buying my drink.

She ordered a coffee and a Danish with custard; I had an apple juice.

We sat in an enclosed patio section by windows and had a lovely time of getting acquainted with one another.

When I was a youngster, I was always under people older than me. When I got older, I still mostly hung around with people who were older than me, and they really liked me a lot and I learned a lot from being around them.

I had an old soul and could relate better with those who were older compared to most who were within my own age group at the time.

I always got along with people of all ages, nationalities, and ethnicities as I myself come from biracial bloodline.

So, I am full of diversity in all spectrums of my life from spiritual to cultural to intellectual.

The elder woman and I shared tales of life. She told me about her past, her family members, things she hopes and plans for the future while she is still here on this earth.

She told me about living in Germany before she came to America.

We laughed about things. Talked about things in society. Enjoyed our drinks, she, her pastry.

Then we left the Cafe, resumed doing our work together and laughed and talked more.

I like good people. The woman and I had a harmonious connection, and a start to building a healthy and trustworthy occupational relationship.

 

 

 

All Hour Working Girl

 

Last Friday and Saturday I was scheduled to work two overnight twelve-hour shifts from 8pm to eight in the morning at a nursing home/rehabilitation facility.

I arrived to work this past Wednesday morning at 8am and got off at 12pm.

Later, Wednesday night, I did a shift from 9pm to 9am.

On Thursday night, I did another twelve-hour shift from 9pm to 9am.

As soon as I got off from work Friday morning (yesterday) I headed straight to my four-hour shift to another location that began at 11am.

I arrived early so I actually started work at 10am and left at 2pm.

When I got home, I relaxed but I did not go to sleep. I ate, did some of my creative hobbies, then watched a movie I recorded on cable.

I stayed up until 2am Saturday morning before I went to sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank You, WordPress

Wow! I was not expecting to get a WordPress announcement of my fifteenth year of blogging since I haven’t received one in a long time. It is nice for us serious bloggers to all keep track.

I just came across the notification today.

 

 

I also miss the New Year’s celebration announcements we bloggers used to get with the animation every beginning of the year and the snowfall animations around winter or December!

Thank you, WordPress I hope to fly with you for as long as possible. I love to blog!

 

 

The Company One Keeps

 

As a sojourner I continue to listen to God over listening and trusting in the world

I will never stop learning, growing and being made into the individual that he created me to be.

We who live in spirit should constantly beware and be wise.

I was always careful who I associated myself with.

I had no desire to be bothered or to allow just anyone into my circle.

Of course, everyone who comes into our lives are not meant to stay, they do not always have our best interest.

Some who mean us well are not always meant to stay either yet God may allow them to cross our paths as stones to step upon.

I have known these truths early on within life and it had done me a great service to heed warnings, to recognize red flags, and to appreciate whatever enlightenment there was to receive or uncover upon my journey.

 

 

 

 

Epiphanies Of A Sojourner

 

I genuinely feel good. I feel at peace. I feel free.

I am so inspired by encouraging words answered to me by the Holy Spirit.

God speaks to us in many ways if we are listening- whether if it is through scripture, a message, a person, and so on.

It is great to be led by spirit and to walk our path with divine guidance.

 

Happy Times: Strong Family Ties

 

There are a lot of fond memories I have of life with various family members at particular times.

Yet the most favorite times was spent with my mother.

I remember when I was around five or six, and my mother and I were living in our own apartment in Long Island City, New York.

We had moved from my grandmother’s house in Queens Village.

One of my aunts had eventually moved not too far away from us into that area later on too.

 

My great grandmother lived in Manhattan. I forgot where my uncle was living at the time.

The rest of my extremely large family were all over the place from different boroughs to different states.

My mother and I shared some good times there in Queensbridge before we moved back to our family home when the neighborhood area started to get bad.

I loved the environment we were in. I loved the things we used to do together. I liked our apartment. I loved the school I went to and my little best friend whose name was Kim.

I had a wonderful early childhood of bonding, loving, learning, growing and having fun.

 

 

 

 

Working It

 

I have again taken on additional hours of work but not to the point in which I would get drained.

I am one who thinks ahead for the future, I always incorporate a backup plan.

I never keep just one job.

I make sure to have another lined up at all times. It has been this way for years. I will always work two jobs.

As long as there is balance and energy one can manifest what they desire with the power of the Lord.

Everything in my life will always be okay and turn out good as it usually does because God is in control of my life. He always has been even during the time period years ago when I was angry at him.

I say this not as to brag but as to encourage and inspire from my own personal experience. God is the one who has the last and only word worth listening to when it comes to how one will thrive and survive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Change Of Pace

 

I had to cancel and reschedule an appointment for later in the week.

I have been running constantly.

I had to give myself a breather today. It is always good to set boundaries.

Multi-tasking has always been my thing, one to navigate sufficiently within my private and professional life.

I can handle anything, and I have been through the test of time at a very early age so I definitely can maneuver and endure.

Yet why take on unnecessary last-minute engagements to conveniently accommodate the other party at the cost of overtaxing myself?

No way! I am tired.

Fortunately, there is compromise with particular individuals I correspond with; however, this is not always an option.

I am getting older. I do not feel like jumping here and there the way I use to when it comes to business affairs.

I have made the firm decision to slow it down.

An excellent move on my part. I am so more at ease.

By the grace of God, I have a routine where I am satisfied with both my finance and work schedule arrangement.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Really Good People Are Hard To Come By: I Have Been Lucky To Be In The Company Of The Well-Suited From Time To Time

 

This is a huge world with all types of people.

All of us are not going to take to, connect with, or get along with every single person we encounter or come across within this lifetime.

Nevertheless, I have really met and dealt with some people who have treated me with sincerity, reasonableness, kindness, and generosity.

Intelligent people who I could have deep meaningful discussions with.

People who I could just chill and laugh with.

It is nice to still know with all of the fucked-up people in this society that there are and will always be others out there who are compatible with us even if we are all outnumbered by the rest of the assholes out there!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Out Of The Ordinary

As some of us who are unique many of us are greatly misunderstood.

We’re thought of as strange. Our words are taken out of context. Some of us are even called crazy by those who don’t understand us. By those who may envy us, by those who misjudge us and by those who want to psychoanalyze us with their bullshit that really does not pertain to us at all.

Some people are just miserable and spiteful.

None of these instances ever fazed or bothered me. I was just “crazy” that way!

Like I have said times before, when there is really no legitimate basis other people’s attitudes and behavior are a reflection of themselves. It’s their problem-  let them worry about it.

People do these things to just about anyone who does not fit into what they consider typical or so called “normal”.

It is really about what is “healthy” than about what is normal. Who is to actually say what is defined as normal when we have so much diversity?

I would never worry about a word like crazy as it is the dumb ones and those who are actually crazy themselves that label smart or extraordinary people in that manner.

It is not always wise to discuss our beliefs, faculties, or certain other things with just any or everyone yet never feel ashamed of who you are.

Never try to repress what you feel.

I am tired of what is average, I always have been. I welcome people and things that are rare, different and uncommon. That is what makes one special.

Never be afraid to stand out from the crowd and be the unique person that God created you to be.

If anyone calls you “crazy” take it as a compliment!

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Goodness! I Laughed So Hard

The first time I remember seeing Keenen Ivory Wayans it was in the hilarious comedy “Hollywood Shuffle” with Robert Townsend back in the 1980’s when I was a teenager.

When In Living Color used to come on during the early 1990’s I never missed an episode.

After all of this time I had never seen the first installment parody “Scary Movie” with Marlon and Shawn Wayans until two months ago and I loved it. It was so silly! Silly in the way it was supposed to be. It was a good, funny movie.

In the wee hours this morning, I sat up to watch “White Chicks” with Shawn and Marlon Wayans for the second time.

The very first time I went to watch “White Chicks” I had fallen asleep and didn’t get to see any of it till the end.

Well, I caught the entire movie this time around and I loved it! It was so cute and funny.

I love when I can watch a movie and my time is not wasted on some garbage.

The Wayans family are all very talented.

An Outing Today In The Season

 

The weather was gorgeous today when I left out this morning.

Such a wonderful change from the humidity  last week.

I traveled to long Island, New York as I often do from time to time. I live in a nice area of Queens, and I am not too far from beautiful parts of Nassau County.

I took in the beauty of scenery.

I ran an errand, did some shopping, then returned to rest and relax for the day I have off.

Earlier, while I was at an office I and a member of staff struck up a discussion.

The woman was around my age or older. We spoke of the world and the people within it- how things have really changed since we grew up. Life was much better then compared to now.

There are so many sick-minded people and sick things going on now more than ever, we agreed.

It was just a reminder of how grateful I am to be one who had a taste of what once was along with having remained a good, sensible person no matter whatever else changed.

We should never let the seasons of life alter our weathers. We are to weather each season to the best of our life.

 

 

 

 

Ignorancy! Amazon And These Others Need To Chill Out

This is a free country with freedom of expression. This is my blog. I write about all kinds of things. As soon as one speaks the truth it causes controversy!

I have been minding my own business as usual. I write a post today telling an ex-coworker to stop coming to my blog as he comes almost every day- I have not written anything about him anymore (only just one post recent because he keeps coming to my blog to cause trouble). What is the purpose?

They’re so ignorant probably looking for some type of violent nonsense in my blogs that don’t exist. They have the nerve. Silly people love to overreact all for nothing.

Instead of worrying about my blog why don’t they go be vigilant about the real threats and acts of violence and crime that is going on out in the world today if they want to monitor something instead of continuing to worry about a regular person like me just for speaking her mind.

And now Amazon and the rest of the spies who come to my blog just about every other day act like something really big is going on.

My goodness. They are all ridiculous. Why don’t they move on what are these assholes looking for?

 

 

Go Away Michael, No One Is Thinking About You!

Michael is scared because he knows he is guilty.

It has been a month now. Yet Michael is still coming to my blog worried about what I write, I have proof (he is a big troublemaker).

He started with me on the job then when I quit he gets a stink bitch who has never met me to lie and say I was fired?

He can dish shit out but he cannot take it. Then wants to pretend he is a victim.

Go away and move on with your life already- but obviously you really don’t have a life. A thirty-five year old guy who is going on thirty-six this month who does nothing but sit around all day on his fluctuating fat ass playing video games- such a retard!

You are not important enough for anyone to write about- however, since this is what you are looking for here is one last post about you. Drive yourself crazy looking for it!

Farewell asshole. Don’t come back to my blog anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fifteen Years With WordPress

 

I still love WordPress. I have blogged on this website for fifteen years.

(WordPress used to send us personal anniversary notices celebrating our time here. I don’t know why that stopped)

One year before then in January 2006 to July 2007 I was blogging on another site before I came upon this one.

I started on WordPress August 7, 2007

Like I have said within the past WordPress is the best blogging platform out there. We also have such a large variety of wonderful, talented writers.

I have seen many come and go, some still here enjoying what they do. Even when some of us are caught up within our busy lifestyles or just take a long or short break we eventually return back to what we love- our writing and creating with our artistic visions.

All of my material is written by me, the designs of my blogs are created by me, and the photos are all chosen and put up by me.

A lot of us who are into being naturally inventive with our originality have fun! Yet, it is also spirit that inspires me to use my gift.

Whatever our endeavors we should always remain authentic.

WordPress is a great community to be a part of whether one chooses to regularly interact with others or not.

I am always going to be active on all seven of my blogs whether frequently or periodically:

For my audience who are unaware:

(Remember to always check below top posts as newer posts will sometimes be down below the featured ones) If you see posts that remain above others for a while it does not mean that the blog is not updated by my new written material- just check underneath.

Born With Second-Sight 

Daily Living 

LaToya 

Authentic Expression  

Walking With Jesus 

My Testimony: The Power of God 

Daily Inspirations