The Reluctant Geisha…

Mood: Contemplative
Listening To: Justin Timberlake – Summer Love/Set The Mood Right
Notes: I’m also spinning Lost and Found by Ledisi, Ordinary People by John Legend and, Until the End of Time by Justin Timberlake. I don’t really feel too hyped right now, iChillz, and my music choices reflect that today.

This: , for the uninitiated, is a Rabbid. I did not know the name for them until today, but I have loved them for a year. I do not know anything more about them, but if someone knows their story, please tell me. I love the crazy rabbits with the toilet brushes. <laughs>

On to more “important” things, like the new in thing with preachers of taking names for themselves, like Dr. so and so, who really didn’t go to school. Or… o yeah, Prophet such and such, who can only tell you about the magic socks you should buy from them. As always, there’s Bishop such and such, who likes to beat his wife. What a leader for the body of Christ, eh? The sheeple are just eating it up too, giving the man a standing ovation 3 days after he kicked her while she was on the ground… in a parking lot. A damn standing ovation… maybe I should say the devil makes me do this job. Maybe I could get a standing ovation too, let me start telling people I’m a high priestess. Christians all over will love that.

Then there’s the group that wants Weeks to step down for beating Bynum, but doesn’t care about Bynum and her seemingly money grubbing ways. Well hopefully adopting the moniker of The Face of Domestic Violence doesn’t cost her followers more money. I don’t think they could afford it.

The more I read… the angrier I become. I’m not the only one, but I’m definitely in the minority.

If you scream “bullshit” in church, does anyone hear?

Apparently not.

And then there’s Belladonna. Bouncy, brave Belladonna with the baseball bat (take THAT, alliteration!). So Bella says that she doesn’t have herpes, but has (because they can be easily mistaken for one another) shingles. Those who don’t know what shingles is, don’t google it unless you have a strong stomach. Shingles is usually brought on by stress, it’s painful, and really can kill you. Unlike herpes, which you can just give to anyone who humps you, and you don’t even have to tell them!

I was chatting with one of my closest friends and I told her this is one of the reasons I don’t have casual sex. One of the biggest reasons, actually, is because people don’t think it’s necessary to say, “Hey, I have herpes/HIV/[enter STD name here].”

My friend told me that she thinks it’s because people are afraid to be rejected sexually, but I think it’s because they just. don’t. care. Now, if someone wants to prove to me different, then I’ll listen, but right now? I honestly believe it’s because most people don’t care about anyone but themselves. No joke.

If you could ask every person with herpes or HIV if they’d rather not have it, they’d say, “OF COURSE I’D RATHER NOT HAVE THIS PAINFUL/DEBILITATING/KILLING DISEASE.” They’d scream it at you just like that (with the slashes included). So if they’d rather not have it, why do they not tell people who most likely feel the same way? I don’t know about you, but I don’t want The Herpz. You might, but I don’t want it. <Kicks herpes selling porn-scout> WE DON’T WANT ANY!

So if Person A, who has herpes, doesn’t want it… and Person B, who doesn’t have it, doesn’t want it… what’s the problem with Person A telling Person B before they give them the gift that keeps giving? I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it: Most likely the scenario would end with Person A not getting any nookie. So because you want the nook, I have to have the Herpes? No thank you.

This is the end of the object lesson in:
Why The Geisha Does Not Have Casual Sex. <bows>

Work? Who cares about work? Oh yeah , I do. I’m pulling 10 hour shifts daily, and I. Am. Tired.

I don’t do 10 hours straight, because who could moan that much? Not me. My throat gets scratchy and I don’t even sound sexy anymore (You’ll get to hear what I sound like on my new… website that’s opening soon, btw!). So I do it in two hour intervals, and I take like an hour or 30 minutes between shifts. Speaking of, I’ve got to end this blog soon because I have to get back on the phone.

There’s so much more on my mind (like the new Christian Louboutins), but I’ll wait until tonight or tomorrow to get that out.

Love to all of you,
The Geisha