LADY GODIVA: The Naked Truth

  I think it goes without saying that my life has been one complete utter shit show. Nobody cares about me or my life, and I've made peace with that. Unlike most people, I don't really need to feel important.  I used to have phrases I'd say to people when people were still around. I'd say things like, "I am The Lizard Queen," and "Don't you have any idea of who I think I am?", and "if wishes were kisses, we'd never be lonely."  I find myself very alone lately. But not lonely. I've always been a wallflower. Many of my favorite activities can only be done alone. I was an only child raised by a single parent, my father. Oftentimes, in life growing up, I was alone. We were extremely poor, and my dad was extremely abusive, so I never had friends over. The last time I had a friend over, he hit me in front of them, even though their dad was his best friend. He kept making me clean the splash wall by the stove, over and over and over ag...

Ladies. Let me enlighten you all if I may…XYs (males) *suffer* from a biological condition known as “Vertical HOMOSOCIAL Bonding” - this is the literal reason why they’re so obsessed with hierarchical ranking systems like sports teams, video games, military grouping, etc. When there’s TOO MANY MALES like there is now, they create THE PATRIARCHY, which is MALE RULE. Because XYs actually started out female in the womb (we all do) they suffer from Womb Envy (they used to inform us all that we had Penis Envy for those old enough to remember), the Y chromosome is an incomplete X chromosome. So XYs covet being female from birth. Due to this Vertical Homosocial Bonding of the XY it creates an environment where the female will always loose because an XY is incapable of seeing a female as an equal. That’s unfortunately the real reason feminism will never work. This is also the root issue behind their “Madonna-Whore Complex” — because of Vertical Homosocial Bonding, males will always perpetuate ...

I think it goes without saying that my life has been one complete utter shit show. Nobody cares about me or my life, and I've made peace with that. Unlike most people, I don't really need to feel important.  I used to have phrases I'd say to people when people were still around. I'd say things like, "I am The Lizard Queen," and "Don't you have any idea of who I think I am?", and "if wishes were kisses, we'd never be lonely."  I find myself very alone lately. But not lonely. I've always been a wallflower. Many of my favorite activities can only be done alone. I was an only child raised by a single parent, my father. Oftentimes, in life growing up, I was alone. We were extremely poor, and my dad was extremely abusive, so I never had friends over. The last time I had a friend over, he hit me in front of them, even though their dad was his best friend. He kept making me clean the splash wall by the stove, over and over and over agai...

The original Dick & Jane were illustrated books meant for beginner readers for reading comprehension.  Reading level one.   Netfilx, when it was originally a mail back DVD service, had a far more diverse documentary library.  Netflix still apparently provides the DVD-by-mail service, no doubt as that is where their true diversity lays, but it may phaseout that availability by 2022 .  It was due to not being able to view the 2014 documentary  Who Took Johnny which caused me to seek out other platforms to view quality--and increasingly difficult to find--documentaries.      Johnny Gosch, one of the first missing children to ever be featured on the side of a milk carton .   It's a truly jarring tale and with much thanks to  Noreen Gosch , Johnny's mother, not only has the story not died, she may be accredited for campaigning against the once standard assumption that every missing child was a run away and could ...

Weary of being coy, boy as I'm feeling far more coquettish. Wanna settle this score more and learn each new fetish. Don't be squeamish, save all your meanness  Just for me. Kiss me hard, love me long, love me loud Don't make me wait. (do it now) Don't want you on bended knee (not exactly)  Don't need you to be a good daddy (not exactly)  I just want you, very matter factly and we can be good at behaving badly Because I know we could. Wanna be your sexual sexed-up sex  sec retary   So save all your scary  just for me. I wanna hear you breathe (just for me) I wanna see you writhe  (just for me)  I'll be on Plan B for you in the kitchen wearing nothin'  but Jimmy Choo and what we gonna do?      While waitin' for that dashing door to come through?      No more hesitating.   Think you need to cum here and show me what you can really do Think you need to move m...

I was 33, when I lost my gumption I was 33, when I lost my nerve Almost 34, know nothin' 'bout free lunches Almost 34, and I know all 'bout free dinners And there ain't no prayer, and there ain't no gospel. I'm feelin' scared, the whole entire world seems so hostile. And there ain't no jewels, no celebrity press. Just a bunch of girls, walking around with no breasts on their chests. Life's a short walk to a hospice. Spend your whole life, looking for an accomplice. Then pause, look back_ _what did you accomplish? Did you get around to doin' dat thang? --Don't worry none, if you didn't. Something looks a lot like nothing, Naked emperors don't need no cloak, sometimes when you're alive, the only way to keep breathin' is to smoke. I don't fault you any, for the spaghetti in your lungs. I don't begrudge you, for all of those drugs. Sometimes, you just gotta feel_     _purple. Sometime, y...

On June 12th MySpace apparently did a complete upgrade and it appears that all blogs and photos are lost to anyone who participated with that particular social networking site.  However I just found this article online and this guy shows you how to retrieve some of what was lost  http://www.jimyounkin.com/2013/06/how-to-possibly-recover-your-deleted.html   but for me it's only showing me my last four posts. I read rumors that MySpace didn't really delete everybody's pictures, comments, and blogs, that they're just in a transition period trying to figure out what to do.  This transition period probably also explains why I couldn't even sign into my profile for the last few months and it was only when I visited my url directly did I discover it seemed all my years of musings and poetry were gone, a few Google searches confirmed the worst. The wealthy and powerful literally toyed with our lives and destroyed so many archives of our collective huma...