Thrice Removed - featuring art by Lovie Olivia

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Who's the most overrated actor?

Sean Penn

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If you could eliminate one thing you do each day in the bathroom so you never had to do it again, what would it be?

Taming the mane. aka Doing SOMETHING with my fro!

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What was your first paying job?

Help Desk Analyst on campus at UNO (University of New Orleans)

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Do you believe there's intelligent life on other planets?

Possibly

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If you started dating someone and found out that they have different religious beliefs (or no religious beliefs) than you and it's a belief you can't respect, what would you do?

If you started dating someone and found out that they have different religious beliefs (or no religious beliefs) than you and it's a belief you can't respect, what would you do?

Answer here

If you had to cook dinner for someone tonight, what would you make?

A trip to a nice restaurant... lol

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Cameraman arrested for calling cops Nazis

This is shameful... As if Standing up for your rights is Anti-American. And who knew being Anti-American can land you in jail...

Dreamland 8-6-10

bbq at freds. he left. an abundance of food. KJ showed me the money he was saving for a new bike but he owes me money. I was a bit put off cuz I needed a stack. A Lot of people showed up for the bbq. My gay friends Tiffany, Mikeisha, Magnolia PJ, and Kay came over. Keba and Zoe-G came for a plate. Then I asked her to do my hair… "::BLUR::

I remember PJ and Kay all over each other. Mikeisha came with somebody. I was playing dominoes and this cutie sat down next to me out of nowhere. I was like ok ok…tight. She hot. She was cool tho. She got up and started talking to PJ over on the couch. When I finished playing dominoes, I went to the bathroom in the bedroom. And I saw the anonymous cutie come in behind me and crawl in the bed with mikeisha’s gal and they were getting close and started kissing. shook my head and closed the bathroom door.  I came out and mikeisha was coming in. She looked, stopped looked again, turned around, her back to them, leaning on this large chest of drawers. She kinda half smiled with anger like “do you see THIS shit” I left the room. Went and got tiffany, who apparently had her own room adjacent. We went in there and never heard anybody come out but we did hear some moans under the tv noise. So Tiffany and I chilled in her room. laid on the bed. she let me play with her phone, it had Farmville on it. So I’m farming she finding shit to show me, turned on the tv. then she laid next to me…really close. I liked it…So we were doing some master flirting. spooning and watchin tv or doing otha shit. she jumped up and went to the living room. I was playing farmville again. then decided to check on the bbq. I got up there and her parents had come by. I spoke to Mr. and Mrs. Arbothnot, It’s been a Looong time. grew up on the same street. hadnt seen them since I was a kid. So we talked and laughed and they ate gooood and started mingling with the rest of the parentals. LOL. Me and Tiffany got a couple drinks and headed back to the room and went out on the balcony. We were caked up out there. We were holding each other on the balcony, neighbors walking by, some shyed away from the gay. Others smiled. Then a neighbor I know was walking with his kid. He was looking, he spoke and covered his young son’s eyes. He was still lookin and grinning tho. Tiff and I laughed. We went back inside. Started laughing and reminiscing over when we were kids… we laid back down held each other a min. I turned toward the TV, we spooned and I saw this letter propped up in front of the tv from a girl named Jordan to Tiffany. I picked it up and said what’s this? Tiffany kinda smirked. WOKE UP.

Dream 8-5-10

I remember being at “home” with Michelle Obama. Me and my….boyfriend. this is new. he had many faces throughout this dream. There was some sort of press conference later that day. We appeared to have won some sort of contest to get to the white house. Michelle was sitting at a table and she told us to sit next to her. She was talking with us about many things. She gave me a book she said I would like. it was very comfortable. Then my bf left. I started reading the book and Michelle went to go take a shower. Within earshot I could hear the shower running and the door was open for the duration. I just laughed, felt good that she didnt need to be rigid around me. She came out fresh dressed in a pink suit, then she started reading her notes on the upcoming conference. She told me my bf was shopping and sent to me do the same for something to wear that evening. It was all on her. awesome. On my way to the shop. i stopped and took some pictures with my phone. Just things in nature, things of beauty. There was a sign with letter erased that was now saying something about parole. There were 2 little girls playing and making something on the sidewalk. I took a picture of their work and they wanted one shot with them and the work. they started grabbing at my cam to see the pics I just took. ::BLUR::

I ended up at the same department store at my boyfriend. He seemed to reminder me of Ray Lavender now. I was helping him pick out an outfit. We were very playful. I believe i was in love in this dream. With a Man, that disturbs me because I’ve only had 2 dreams like that in the last 8 years. We laughed over how good he looked in the fits he was trying on and just seemed happy. In a ::BLUR:: I’d lost him and found myself alone in the accessories and “other” department. This little white lady approaches me and says she want to buy me some things. She could see I needed a purse. I was very grateful. She grabbed for me a purse, a photo album. OH WAIT there was a little monitor in this department. C. E. Byrd High. I was watching it and reminiscing . Wishing I could go back…just for a visit. I had gotten myself excited. My cousin appeared and I said”Mayne I wanna go back and see what the school looking like” She said “Yeah, maybe” She and I attended all 4 years and graduated simultaneously. So thats when the old lady approached. The next thing she grabbed was a bible and told me everyone needed. I’d rolled my eyes at my cousin like “here we go with THIS”. I’m just gonna let her buy it. As we walked a little I guess toward the register I looked at this black book she put in my hand and realized it said Holy Bible Stories for Intelligent People. I was like HA!, This may be interesting. lol. ::BLUR::

The conference was underway. Michelle’s assistant had given me a small board out of her computer to hold until she needed it. This time my bf was one of my exes, the last man i ever dated. We were both tight like michael! handling some backstage biz for the Obamas. Mass confusion back there. Maybe 20 mins passes and the Barack’s assistant ran to the Michelle’s assistant screaming “The speech is gone the speech is gone”. Michelle’s asst said “no it’s not” and reached her hand out to me and I was simultaneously already pulling the chip from my purse. Like a well oiled machine. Last thing I remember is Michelle smiling at me with approval. ::BLUR::

This dream ended in water. It was just me and my man (this feels weird…) I was naked underwater…like a mermaid. We were talking and breathing. He was clothed. looking very nice in his suit, underwater. As I started to bask in the waterworld i was in, he removed his shirt. We jut writhed around in the water, nothing sexual, it was however sensual. Very enjoyable. One detail I do remember is never seeing a penis. He was indeed a merman. It was bliss for me, I reeeeeally love the water… then I woke up.

Leo Twittascope, Thursday, August 5, 2010

Leo Twittascope, Thursday, August 5, 2010

Quite accurate today!

Dream 8-4-10

Someone I knew from Jr. High on facebook told me they had a crush on me. I went to her house. i remember being in a long house with a bunch of females in a bikini as I walked to the back of this house. I had a towel wrapped around my waist. They were sitting around in about the same type of gear drink pretty drinks with umbrellas. Me being shy around new people, chatted for only a sec and I headed to the back, where the bathroom was. blur.. Then someone said “Starla there are customers in the front waiting for you.” I was like oh shit. I was about to slip this dress on but it wasn’t working for some unknown reason. So one of the girls who reminds me of my exes cousin Keisha, who is like a size 0 was trying to find me clothes to borrow. i dont know what I ended up wearing to the living room. It appears I was running some kind of party and all these ladies were placing orders. blur what I was selling. cut to we (group of) lesbians decided to go somewhere we took my car (unusual). I remember saying, dont fuck up my ride at the corner store. ::BLUR::

We had been moving around a lot it seems because we ended up at my mom’s house. There were multiple cars out there. We got out..faces this time. Me, Keba, Tori, her friend and her girlfriend. I’d backed in. I started walking up the driveway and looked at my back bumper and it appeared to be decorated. Looked closer and there were paint chips and dents and a huge poster magnet of Tori’s face on the left. I was like what the fuk! So Keba was like oh hell naw, who did all this shit. Tori’s friends started to get ill with me and I got pissed. I popped the trunk and one of them threw a bag of mine spilling everything out of it. Started mass confusion. We all, except tori, started looking for the little pieces when we saw there was jewelry and electronic parts on the ground. This time my little sister, Honor was there, helping her sister, only she was maybe 8 years younger in the dream. I remember telling her to be careful not step on anything sharp. Tori just kept laughing. After that frustration, I walked into my mom’s house with them and my uncle from Cali was sitting in a video rocker…he seemed to be playing PS2…weird. the girls went to the kitchen, and I went back to my old room and there was a leather bed frame with no mattress, there was nice dim lighting and something to sleep on to the left. there was one of my laptops in propped up on a stand in this area. it was my other laptop, that I had not authorized use for so I was pissed. “Moma been using my damn laptop”  Went to my closet, which I can only assume was the reason for going there. My mom appeared and I walked right passed her. Didn’t even know what she said. Went back outside through the garage and the girls were there. I was pissed about my car, pissed about my room and Moma using my laptop, then I walked by Tori and said “Well i guess that’ll do it for your crush on me, huh” she said “Yep”. I never broke stride. Now they were no longer there but my mom was behind me walking down the driveway and we saw about 6 females walking down the street, they looked lost. They asked about a street we told’em. Then one of them fell in the storm drain. We were like oh shit…then i recognized her as me and one of the other girls were helping her out. it was my 2.5 ft friend Setta. I was like Oh Shit! We pulled her out and I said “Setta nikka your pants too long”. we laughed and my mom (Buzz Killington)of course said “Starla, that’s not nice and I woke up.

Beautiful Error

When you look in the mirror what do you see?
Or…do you need someone else to tell you?
The more people I encounter, study and try to understand, I start to wonder.. “Where is your character?” My passion for truth and peace leaves me so unfulfilled, sending me in a spinning hurricane of emotions. I question myself. Why do I invest…in someone I’ll never Know. I’ve spent ample time in the presence of those who never took the time to understand what I’m truly about. Leaving them confused by my reaction to some of their actions. I want people to be true, true to me, true to those who love them and most importantly true to themselves. I’m constantly disappointed.
I had to get some understanding of what this all means. I’d rather not spend my life “alone” in this world. Simply “rather not”. I, however, am not afraid to do so. Getting close to someone who has never taken a moment to get close to themselves is a futile task. If you don’t know who you are, how will I…better yet WHY? Avoiding your own truth, avoiding self sets off a red indicator that there is an error. We all carry the burden of error. None of us are perfect. That’s what makes us beautiful. Finding the errors and troubleshooting our way through life IS a part of life’s purpose. Embrace it. Misunderstanding the origins of internal errors can create catastrophe. Catastrophe resulting in loss of friends, family and your own personal self-love. Some friends and family are meant to be lost. Losing self-love and respect is much harder to reverse.
My inspiration for this began when someone chose me as a scapegoat (once again) for a personal problem that they simply refuse to acknowledge. I expressed my disdain for the action years ago. Now, others have started to express the same disdain, having NOTHING to do with me. This of course went from an interrogation, to an argument. Suddenly, I was being yelled at and disrespected for answering what was asked of me. Simply intolerable. I’d heard enough and hung up. Next step, a barrage of text messages that I half ass read and deleted. My first question to understanding this situation was “Why after years of ignoring my warning, would she decide to ask ME about why what she does is a problem, instead of the ones who spoke of it in the last 3 days as opposed the my last 3 years? Why did she not start this interrogation/argument with the people who brought it to her attention Today. Moreover, when I give her the truth about it, she became belligerent…with ME. Sounds like a problem to me.
to be continued…

A few Questions for people who follow Religion.

A lesbian is a lesbian…right?

Since I moved and changed my appearance, I noticed an alarming trend among this different demographic of lesbians. The Stud/femme factor is taken waaaay too seriously. I'm a self-described stemme. I don't dress fully stud nor do I dress fully femme. I dress comfortably. My pics aren't deceiving. I haven't gotten any negative feedback about my personality.

The problem seems to be that femmes see me in a button down shirt, fitting jeans and the short hair and they expect me to be immediately dominant. They want to go out with me but I don't find out until I call them, instead of them calling me. They want me to carry conversations as if I'm in full pursuit when I'm just trying to get to know them first.
And studs see a button down shirt and short hair and pay me NO attention...as if I'm not even a lesbian. As a result, I have to wonder what is the meaning of this.

I can easily be called a stud, mentally and a femme at heart. That doesn't make sense to most. But it doesn't matter. I'm a lesbian! A woman who loves women, I can be dominant, I can be submissive, I can wear a dress, I can wear a polo. So why do I only appeal to femmes with high expectations and studs see me as 'one of the bois'.

After dealing with this kind of 'discrimination', it sucks to be a stemme. But why, can't I be a comfortable lesbian and attract women who are going to appreciate me for more than what they think my appearance represents? My mind and heart have a lot more to offer...is anyone going to see past my clothing to find out...

One can only hope.

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If you could master one skill what would it be?

Playing an instrument...preferably the piano or bass guitar.

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What did you eat for breakfast today?

Nothing I woke up too late.

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Snowed

Today has been a snow day in more ways than one. It’s snowing like crazy out here.

…and that was this morning.

And THIS is 2nite…

I just came from out there and there is at least 9 inches of snow out there. And I learned something… I need some boots. lol. It’s sooo lovely to breathe that fresh cold air in…make a snow angel for the 1st time. I took a pic but …ha it’s doesn’t look like an angel at all. It’s great out there! It’s making me forget all about the illnesses I’m suffering…the snow some try to pull over my eyes. I’m just basking in the beauty of the unseasonal act of nature and wondering under all that snow… WHERE IS MY CAR? LOL.

RIP OG Style... Why don't we Live In Peace?

Today is the 2nd deathoversary of Eric "OG Style" Woods (July 5, 1970 - January 3, 2008)

Words escape me. I know he rolled over and wrote a rhyme in his grave over what's happened to the "fam" he knew. He was truly the rock and we didn't realize it. I've watched my flowers for him wither for 2 years and crumble at that sheer mistake of not giving them to him in time. Such a precious life lost, and the lesson left was misfired. I don't know what the fam is thinking... We lost so much only to lose twice as much in shame and pride, then call it "growth, peace, and progress". Love is stronger than pride...how did we forget that!

I almost lost my cousin on NYE...my Lil BROTHER. The value of his life to me is equivalent to my own...meaning, he dies, I DIE. For those who know me, know I've never really put much value in my own life. My life's worth has been nestled in the lives I've changed and those who've changed mine. Both elements being tested this way in 2 days rudely awakened me to some more...more...more harsh realities.

WE...stood at the foot of OG's hospital bed, in the end, and said "You better off than all of us my nikka, save me a seat". And the only life left was memories...

My cousin...had a choice. He could have given up...He COULD have chosen to give up...... I have no words for that other than.... I can't say I would have had the strength or desire to make the same choice. Where does that leave my head now...

OG's passing in addition to being tragic, it was an opportunity for enlightenment. Somehow all Affected parties were enlightened in their own way and the result was additional tragedy. I mean "Are any of us happy...even those who SHOULD be, are still "missing elements"? I've never seen misguidance go so far and affect so many people at once and continually. The answers become the questions. The blood becomes the water. The lies become the truth. The wants masquerade as needs. When, in essence, we've lost so much more than we THINK we gained.

I have a lot of thinking still to do. I hope some others are inspired to think outside the boxes they've created around their lives.