So my ^AngelBunny^ is learning, the longer we go the more there is to know. Like.. I'm a poet and just dunno't! 😂 I'm a complex creature riddled with more culture, slang, and a mix of thangs that just don't seem to be compatible to any one person, and that's because I'm so use to being an authentic chameleon that I embraced being a Paradox. It made my love for life vast and it varies from day to day, hence I'm polyamorous and Ambivert (Thank you again my Bunny 😘🐇 for that word, Ambivert!) My world is intense or coasting along. There isn't very much in between, just ask her... or ask for photos 🤣😈 her body sure can take on a Beast and me, making quite the Three way with only the two bodies present! Anyways, people tend to forget that what they see isn't always what is with me and this is a lesson that my family has learned again and again as they try to "help me do the right thing." My mom has stopped asking questions about my dates, wanting to know every detail, and prying too much... she's learned that I'll gladly smile and tell her EVERYTHING, in detail, if it ever got that far. About the time I start talking even a hint of sex, she squalls and smacks at me "NOOo, I don't want to know that!" All to my great delight while dad just shakes his head and hugs mom with a "You should know better than that by now...". My sister keeps to safe topics and is usually to busy cringing at her boy attacking me cuz I don't care how old you are, when "The Claw" comes out, its freak'n play time! 5 boys, 13 - 6yr olds go off screaming in a game of chase through the house wherein I end up hauling the youngest two back with them dangling from my neck as they try to "take the beast down"... if only they knew😂😂 ((yes Beast loves to play with imps.))
My brother though.. well.. we are similar in some aspects. His pride meets mine eye to eye though I have learned to not let mine get in the way of life when it really matters. I can own up to mistakes and give a true apology and that is where a part of me comes out that people forget that I have. Just because I don't look upset, just because I'm smiling, doesn't mean I've forgotten Shit.
Back many many years ago (before the above ever was with my family) when I got fed up with pleasing others as well as with the redundant hypocrisy of formal church I entered into my great and grand field of Fucks that grew lush and fruitful. I remember when I poured gas on that bitch and sat back with a glass of Jack and lit up my first Cigar in over a decade... looked over all the abundance of harvest and flicked the match in to watch it all burn. 😈😎 Nice guys don't finish last, they simply never finish at all and my nice guy was out in that field burning with all the fucks in the field. Needless to say, it was less than 48hrs after I said, fuck y'all, I'm tired of giving to ungrateful, whiny ass, swine who just leech off everything that was good about me and wasted it. Beast and I went down to the Tattoo parlor and got our formal piercing. Piercing for males in my family was taboo and I was looking at my mile long taboo list with an "Oh yeah, we are crossing off every one of these mother fuckers!" grin. First family meal not a week later and my family freak their shit when I take off my sunglasses to reveal I now have three brow piercings... See, I love piercings. If it wasn't so hard to get a job with all the metal in your face, I'd have close to 50 by now. My dad expressed his displeasure in typical dad fashion and banging through the house degrading me while I stood there with a smirk. He even threatened to "take me out back" but mom intervened when I took off my jacket and headed for the steps that would lead to the back yard. Don't get me wrong, I most likely would have gotten my ass handed to me, dad was a brawler growing up. I knew moves that would most likely get in some hits but in the end, he'd probably kicked my ass. That didn't matter to me, I was done being pushed into yielding to others. If it cost me my family, I accepted that price before I went into the tattoo parlor, I just hoped it wouldn't. After about twenty minutes of angry questions, insults, allegations of which I didn't deny they was tired of me not answering anything more than "Because I wanted to" and "So?" (Brat answers, yeah?! lol) So they changed tactics and started attacking my love for God, family, myself, and to that I turned and went to the door. Emotionally I had prepared for this and shut all those fuckers off before going inside so when I opened the door and flipped them off, the silence was such that one could hear a pen drop.. on fucking carpet floors. I looked them all in the eyes and said: "This is the real me, The me I've sacrificed every day for everybody else and I'm done with the bullshit. You say you love me, prove it. I have a hundred times over in ways you never even knew, nor do you even appreciate now, nor in remembering what I could have been." This was the first time any of them heard me growl and much like people do now, it caused a flinch. When I calmly closed the door behind me, I was half way to my car before my brother come outside, stomping in his puff n huff, chest out, knuckles white. He informed me that I was a bad influence on my nephews... his two sons that I loved and spent time with like my own. His youngest was the same age as my first born so they practically grew up together. Being pissed off at me was one thing, I'd accepted all the harsh words, all the stupid threats but this was a step beyond... I and my family was no longer welcome at his house till I take the rings out. I remember looking at him and nodding. "As you say, let it be." Now don't think my family didn't make up in some fashion because my wife at the time went and talked with his. Between those two they worked out the stupidity and my brother permitted "Us" to be around when he was home, which lasted about another week before things went back to normal between all of them. However, my brother never apologized to me. He never told me I was welcome, he told my wife and my family but never come to me so I kept my word. When the wife tried to "talk sense into me" and my mom tried to beg me to come to family gatherings, I simply shook my head and said: "An offense was made with no restitution offered, no apologies made. For y'all, things are all fine. Not for me. I don't forget and even God requires repentance before forgiveness is given." In those 20+ years I've been around my brother maybe a dozen times, talked to him about a few dozen for brief moments but no matter how pleasant we are, he's never apologized and I've never forgotten.
I hold a grudge. Not the kind that eats at ya, get ya all pissy and plagues your mind with desires for vendetta's, na.. nobody is worth that kind of self toxicity, I just simply write a person off as though they are dead and if the time comes they do pass and I'm local. I'll gladly visit your grave site. Light a cigar, pour a glass of Jack.. have a few drinks, take a few tokes.. then pull out my cock and piss on your head stone while smiling contently. Why am I like this? I'm a sadistic Irish hillbilly with a Beast to bare... This IS better then what I really want to do 😈
So understand if I'm telling you to fuck off, I'm actually being really sweet and nice. So to my on-line troll who thinks they can come to me through others, trying to act like time has healed the offense.
I remember, its not forgotten, I do not forgive. Your comments to what I say are not welcome in any form.
I find it disrespectful and begging for attention... that I have now given you.
We share friends; Please do not disrespect them by trying to use them as unwitting messengers. It makes them uncomfortable when I tell them that you are dead to me, I do not wish to hear what she said. I do not try to manipulate information to push people away from you or toss hand grenades at potential friends or mates in a passive aggressive "trying to help" manner. (yes, I know. They have brought to me) I have tolerated your attempts of childish manipulations without any backlash from me until now. This was done for our joint friends and the Cage's sake. Remove my name from your comments, as you do not have permission to use it. Do not give false representation of friendship with me. Remember you blocked me for a reason... We are not.
Apparently you have forgotten what ended our friendship so lets be clear: Fuck off. We are not your caged animal to be controlled. We do not enjoy being around your kind of manipulative brat. We will speak with whomever we wish, for whatever reason we wish, while gladly ignoring your presence. So run along now, go play the victim... preferably in the street... I won't know, I don't care.
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