i got my first salary today. it`s not too shabby, not withstanding the outstanding expenses, it`s actually liveable, i think by march i should be able to start squirrelling away some of it.
until recently jamaica didn`t have much of a middle class, you either had or you didn`t. now that somewhat tenuous middle ground exists, the government in debt up to it`s eyeballs, is taxing everything that can be taxed, it`s a wonder there isn`t a tax on sex.
there is a flat rate on personal income tax but almost everything you purchase attracts a 20% general consumption tax.
i`m going to struggle to make it to the next pay day, but i will have groceries in my house to make until then but i`m puzzled how the people on the lower end of the financial spectrum make it. maybe i`m shopping in the wrong places, but the prices on the basic food groups are pretty steep.
when i started there was a point to this post but i had to leave to go to a meeting and i`ve lost my train of though so i`m going to stop here and come back later and edit or post anew
Have you ever been out and seen the mate of your friend out with another love interest? (I`m speaking of an OBVIOUS encounter…deep kissing or feeling one another up) Do you mind your own business or do you let your friend know you saw their mate cheating? Does it make you less of a friend to keep that info to yourself?
i was in a similar situation this year and at the end of the day, i`ve realised that i probably don`t know all the circumstances and since i don`t like gossip, i`m not going to say anything unless i`m asked directly. then i wont lie. i don`t think it`s my place to say.
i`m not sure if it makes me less of a friend. i`m really torn about the whole thing. do you protect your friend or do you let them hurt and what is your reasoning for either?
i was reading vic`s post today and the adage “the pen is mightier than the sword” has never been truer.
i look at vic and i see none of the flaws. i see a strong, beautiful talented woman. whose propensity for endless love and kindness never ceases to amaze me. she is the yin to my yang, light to my dark, even in my darkest moment and deepest despair, the thought of victoria, shines forth like a beacon and helps me keep my head up.
i`m not going to play the saint and say i`ve never said hurtful things, to the contrary the most hurtful things i`ve said are to the people i love the most. i`m not a particularly violent person but when i was hurt and angry i would lash out in the most lethal way i knew how. words. i would bottle my rage and frustration and hurt and woe unto the poor soul on the receiving end of a tongue lashing at that moment.
i try not to be that person anymore, but shades of it are still there in snide comments and what passes for witty repartee and brutal honesty. i try to take that breath and think about what i`m going to say when my temples are throbbing and i want to say the most hurtful thing i can think of.
i no longer bottle [much], i`ve learned the value of an honest and humble apology and i have number of good reasons to watch what i say.
Have you ever heard someone say they are LOOKING for love? How does one look for LOVE? Do you think it`s possible? Wouldn`t it be best to let LOVE find YOU?
the harder you look the more elusive it becomes. i think part of it is pheromonal, i mentioned it in this post
no matter how hard you try your efforts are in vain. you find yourself accepting less than what you`re worth when you`re looking for love.
in my experience, love finds you when you least expect it. i met vic online, we started chatting, daily and the rest as they say is history.
i was looking for a friend, i found a friend, a companion, a love, a wife.
learn about mr. snaffleburger and the corporation right here.
CONFORM!
CONSUME!
OBEY!
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If your mate asked you to make a home sex video with them, would you consider it or have you done it? What are views on this? Would you do it again?
with vic there is almost nothing that i`d be unwilling to try. but i don`t think either of us are of the video making sort. our stimuli are actually more intangible and can`t be captured on video.
and i`ve never felt the urge to make a video with anyone else.
i don`t think i`m any position to judge anyone for anything they do in the privacy of their home.
i will eat grapes but i draw the line there. i don`t drink grape soda, grape colour juice and sure as fucking hell grape koolaid. does not pass my lips.
in november 1978, in jonestown, guyana; jim jones convinced 900 plus of his followers to drink a lethal grape juice cocktail. for a a seven year old, that kind of news is enough to make you swear off grape juice. i was an avid reader and had an over-active imagination. besides guyana was our neighbour, it wasn`t far like the US, it was right there, next door to us on the map. so here i am, a quarter of a century later, still not drinking anything grape coloured.
i wonder why people feel the need to be lead. jonestown, waco, heaven`s gate. were these people`s lives so devoid of meaning that they were willing to sacrifice themselves and their children on the say so of one person?
oh wait, hmmmmm, i see a pattern. nevermind.
the snaffleburger corporation says: CONFORM! CONSUME! OBEY!
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After a passionate lovemaking session, the last thing a woman wants is for you to turn your back on her and begin a private snore fest. (I know the women feel me) What better way to cleanse yourselves after a hot, sweaty episode than showering together? There is no better time to communicate with one another than after a mutually gratifying sexual experience.
What kinds of things do you do with your partner after LOVEMAKING?
what else is there to do, but start again. 🙂
vic and i find the smell of our lovemaking quite sensual, so there is no rushing into the shower. we`re usually both exhausted so we just wrap ourselves up and go to sleep.
the quarterly update of the OED is out
among the new entries:
blamestorming
bluetooth
cilantro
and the ever useful, fuckwit.
wonder when we`ll see that as word of the day?
or should that be when?
i was looking at some photographs over the weekend online. i`ve been thinking about doing some portraits lately. i`m tired of seeing, what in my opinion is, an unrealistic portrait of the female form.
i know a lot of women and none of them fits the barbie mould. Tall, short, thick, thin, products of their genetic heritage, beautiful outright or radiating that special `je ne c`est quoi`. they are all stunning in their own right.
so why it is, specifically in the caribbean we seemed to be represented by this US ideal. long flowing hair, huge bust and tiny stick legs. it`s no who we are. it irks me every time i see one of the ms [insert misogynistic cattle call here] show contestants. who are they representing?
i have two daughters, i think they could have fit in a size 0 about two years ago. i know enough adults that have grown up before the current fashion trends with their own body issues, what`s going to happen to my young women.
there is already a fashion designer in trinidad, who has stated openly that he doesn`t make clothes for fat people. what he really means is unless you`re shaped like a plank you can`t wear his clothes. it`s easy enough to say fuck him and not buy his clothes but it`s the thinking that allows him to say something like that.
i clearly understand that there are different body types but when did one specific type become the ideal?
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