Real B*tches F*ck With Me

30-Day Writing Challenge, Day 27

That’s wild. I’m really nearing the end. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. After today, of course. And then, I have to go back and do days 12, 18, 22, and 24. And after that, I’ll do a summary page, listing all the writing prompts of this 30-day writing challenge, including a hyperlink to each corresponding blog post. Goodness. Looks like I’m not that near the end after all. That’s what happens when I don’t crack open my planner for weeks; I don’t realize how unproductive I’ve been. But, we’re not going to get on the topic of productivity (or the lack thereof) because we talked about that yesterday.

Related: A Gluttonous, Procrastinating Princess

What are we talking about today?

Writing Prompt: Conversely, write about something that’s kicking a** right now.

These transitions just write themselves, don’t they?

Last night this time, I was sobbing on my keys about my lack of productivity in pursuit of my passions. That’s an area of my life that has quite a bit of room for improvement. When I think about an alternate area of my life, where I’m doing my thug-thizzle, it would have to be relationships. My romantic life is on the up and up, but don’t quote me on this a week from now because Lord knows it’s good for fluctuating. And, I’d have to pay myself on the back in the friends department of relationships as well.

Blatantly honest with myself and others, in a previous blog post of this 30-day writing challenge, I told you how I’m All F*cked Up, especially when it comes to vulnerability. I tend to be closed off, and/or withhold, when it comes to deeper or softer emotions. As of late, it seems I’ve had a bit of a turnaround. I’ve made conscious efforts to think about how I feel and share those feelings when appropriate. Writing has helped considerably… dare I say, tremendously, even! What else could it be? I spill words on paper, and in turn, that habit has spilled over into my everyday life. My body is even more open, more receptive. I still have a tendency to be on edge, but I’m readily able to find calm in my physical.

Being more vulnerable, having a better relationship with me, has allowed me to have a better relationship with others. I’ve long been a good friend to others, but now I’m learning how to let people be a good friend to me. And, respecting myself enough to distance myself from those who are not.

My relationships are good.

Real n***** f*** with me, and I don't give a f*** who don't
- Lil’ Wayne

People really f*ck with me, and I’m learning to care less about those who don’t. I want to give my energy where my energy is being reciprocated. I want to be loved the way I love. And that’s what it seems I’m achieving in my relationships right now. It’s possible I’ve had this, but had to pull out some weeds to better admire my beautiful garden.

We’re watering one another. We’re growing. We’re glowing. And whoever is not, is going.


Thank you for being here. My relationship with you, my riders (my readers), is growing too. That’s very important to me. Please, share this blog with someone today.

Sex On The Brain

30-Day Writing Challenge, Day 11

This is my current situation though.

tired babysitter with a 6 month old sleeping on her chest

Down home in New Orleans, I told my cousin she could leave baby with me for the day.

Oh my heavens, I’m starting later than my 11:11pm start yesterday.

Yes, I’m using babysitting as an excuse to procrastinate. I could’ve gotten stuff done at different points throughout the day while baby girl was otherwise entertained.

I have to press publish by midnight every single day to complete this 30-day writing challenge, and it’s currently 11:31pm. We can’t wait any longer.

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Writing Prompt 11: Something you always think “what if…” about

Well, most recently my “what if” reflections have been relating to romantic situations with us women’s biological match… a man.

Google, Siri, Alexa, one of y’all, play What Is It About Me by the late Amy Winehouse.

As I’ve mentioned in earlier writings of this 30-day writing challenge, I’m very reserved when it comes to intimacy. It's not as if I’m asexual, I’ll definitely want to partake in pleasurable activities, I just don’t.

This may be why I have no regrets. I have girlfriends who have done things and say we’re going to pretend it never happened because they wish they wouldn’t have. Possibly, it’s my overthinking of everything that has spared me some repenting.

Conversely, I’ll have thoughts of “what if I would’ve”. Though it may be for the best that I didn’t, it doesn’t stop me from wondering what if I did.

That’s a shame that out of all the “what if” situations I could’ve said, that topic was the first to come to mind.

Child, let me go read my Bible or something because I for sure don’t want one of these things I’m tending to just yet.


This is where I would close by asking you to share, but don’t share this. I don’t even know why you’re seeing this. Y’all kids be good, I’ll talk to you later.