JE


"..who understand the mental processes and social patterns of the masses." - quote

Only fools would imagine capitalism is in the interests of the ordinary man on the street.

RB.

Maturity of character



Why is it that many choose to view a space, an instant, even hearsay... as a given without taking the time or interest to find out more?

What is it that obscures truths and facts and, the choice being one to believe whatever may be out there...floating like a piece of 'shit' on top of water...sinking the credibility of the actual?

What if...hypothetically ...a person or space considered as a threat or taboo may be nothing more than a specialised solution to an intimate problem in ones life.
Specialised solution?...someone who may be a threat...?...a space taboo...?

There is so much in this wondrous world that runs deeper than meets the eye. The unknown factor may know to arouse puzzlement, curiosity and in some cases fear.
When fear becomes the overriding emotion then begins the witch-hunt, the need to brand, name and shame, even if uncalled for.
I have the good fortune of sharing and hearing opinions that would know to raise an eyebrow or two, a space occupied that is so telling and intimate and revealing of humans and the individual sharing.
To sit in judgement of all that i have been privy to, would be a cardinal sin and, a betrayal of the trust, confidence and share placed in my space.

Even though my background exposed me to much and my education is such to give me deep insight into the human psyche, i have learnt that which i thought i knew and understood , and that which i was hesitant about and kept at arms length, was due to social influences and popular belief bandied among the majority....credibility given by the masses.
So much has been reviewed and re-evaluated and looked at from another angle. A new space created in time, affording me the opportunity of learning and sharing and unravelling the mystery and misunderstanding that sensuousness, sensuality and erotica know to carry.

Like anything in life, there is a place and time for everything.
What goes for one does not mean it goes for another but, to label differences of opinion and cycles of change, for ever and ever amen, as unacceptable and a threat to society creates greater havoc and, i believe, leads to further 'deviant' 'behaviour.

Knowing to address and understand that which society may consider as a threat, may lead to a solution rather than further segregation.

Acknowledging and addressing the individual or space pertained as a threat, may reveal much that was hidden and erase the fear factor leading to education of self and those around one.

It takes great maturity of character to know to listen and hear and address anything of the intimate sort that touches ones sensibilities without personalising it, keeping the sensibilities in tact and, at the same time broadening ones understanding and application there-of in ones personal life and space....enriching it beyond expectation.

RB.

The Grace of Humbleness


to have the grace to be humble
and not worry about ones ego taking a tumble
when one has overstepped the line
in silence ones arrogance to confine
the ability to stand firm though
and to the rest of the world show
being humble does not mean weak
but rather of maturity and wisdom it does speak.

the world has become loud, crass and vile
on each other atrocities does pile
the 'me' featuring asthmatically
forcing itself in all situations unethically
the vulgarity of self, defined in possessions
hungering festering narcissistic monetary obsessions
be there anything humane in our behaviour
by those boorish bullies it be considered a personal failure.

so...how do u yourself define
do you consider your character and personality prime
would u know when to step back and when to feature
in a situation bad try be the teacher.

or

would u for cover run
because the bullies have stolen the sun
and taken centre stage
all to engage
in atrocious oration
obvious be their vocation
good to destroy
propaganda their ploy
in silence to shut
the throat to gut
of anything worthy
.........?

oh..
...to have the grace to be humble
and not worry about ones ego taking a tumble...

RB.

A Sunday contemplation, looking in and listening to another ...

I wonder.


I got to wondering about the choices we make in our life and, if they had been different, would ones lot be different too?

Or

Are we who we are and no matter time or circumstance somehow we would still wiggle ourselves back to exactly where one might find oneself in at present.


Is it character?

Personality?...that DNA that makes us who we are.

One can argue some are more privileged than others but, in return ...what about the ones that made it without any privileges at hand?

So.

Being born under a luckier star?

Not with a rich mummy or daddy to pave the way...even those babies somehow fuck up that silver spoon in their mouth.

Life ...it is given to us without asking for it. In the beginning totally reliant on those closest to us being the best "guardians" of what our future might be.

Life. The hardest lesson anyone of us will have to experience and live through.

Do we know how to do it? Live to the expectation of an ever changing fickle society? Understand who one is and what one might be?

Is there such a thing to truly know ones self?

The successes and mistakes teaching our inner self a little more about adapting the best one can....promising never to make the same mistake....forgetting one does not live on an island and others will continue to mould us in ways we might not like.

And thus back to the choices we make....

Would we ever be any different to who we might be at this very present moment?



RB.

His conundrum...


When having a conversation becomes a sort of light bulb in one's head.

It was a conversation / discussion similar to many I have been privy to in the sensual space.

Invited to an evening out not for the naughty, but simply to spend time together and "chat".
This one, was about his conundrum relating to wanting something more with a working girl in this industry.

She represented most of the things he liked in a woman.
A man middle aged that had been there, done that and four years into a divorce. No pushover in any sense.
Tried the dating game, the dating sites and came out of those spaces feeling more disillusioned at "what" was out there.

Punting a choice to fulfill those manly needs without strings attached and without any expectations .

"She" somehow had managed to make her way into his thoughts and his desire to spend more time with her led to him inviting her over to his home for overnighters, weekends away and an on and off coffee date.

"And the problem?" Was my question.

It was....

"How can I trust her?"

"Trust her?" I asked him..."how can she trust you? After all are you not a punter and pay for sex ? Do you not indulge in pussy sucking and have your cock sucked off by younglings that could nearly be your daughter's?...." there was no pussy footing on this point.

He had been a punter even before he had gotten divorced.
The trust thing worked both ways I needed to remind him.
They would be coming from an equal footing and he was no less culpable of being questioned about the trust factor.


"What will my friends and family think of me if they found out what she has been doing?"

I always marvel at how people are so focused on what others think of them , living a farce, trying to keep up with a "lie" , putting one's own homely joyous fulfilling happiness at the mercy of criticism from those who don't care where ones next morsal shall come from or if one has a roof over ones head and does one go to sleep feeling lonely and unseen....and so many more real life challenges not cared about by a critical judgemental farcical society.

And thus I said to him, most things in our life are not revealed to the public at large nor need to be revealed. When skeletons do come out of the closet and if one is of the opinion one shall feel less valued and liked and feel like a leper and behave like one...then best to stay away from the lady because if the "happiness" he thinks he can have with her is not worthy of telling the rest of the world to "fuck off" and bring them in line with what makes him happy ....then he already had his answer.

And last, he said, she deserves better than this.


"Better than what?" I asked him..."It is not about imagining you need to SAVE her from what you perceive as something bad but, rather about seeing the person for who they are and wanting them in your life because they shall enrich your life as opposed to thinking you saving them from something that may need no saving. Trying to save her is no sound footing for a relationship one hopes,will be for as long as possible and rewarding in its union. "

I told him, ..." she needs no saving, she needs,a man to be a man in her life and treat her like the woman, the lover, he chose to be part of his life....knowing all he knew about her and knowing all the things about himself too."

Was he not mature enough, big enough to know that already?

I know he walked away feeling sad.

I know it was too big a thing for him to deal with in his life in this present moment.

No relationship is easy and even more difficult is the one where society dooms it simply because it does not fall within the boundaries of what the majority deem is decent and ucceptable.

I hope I am wrong and they become like another couple I know are going strong a year down the line and, I hope shall continue going strong for a long long time.

It is all about the two in the relationship they equally choose to be in as opposed to relying on a society lost and fickle in its rules and expectations.

Blessings to all.

RB.

You are an amazing woman sweetie

As are all the woman in this industry

The difference between us and the rest of the world....is that we are confident enough to admit we are human, that we too need love and acceptance and that we too are capable of a deep, profound love, that knows, that the opinion of society, doesn't actually have a place at our table, coz they don't pay the bills, nor do they really care how we get on in our day to day life...


Love reading your posts.... it's inspiring and makes me proud to be an independent woman.... who's the boss of her own path in an unforgiving world.

Have a beautiful Sunday RB
Xoxo

...and a most Blessed glorious joyous Sunday to you Mila!

Thank you for your kind words.

X.

"Heritage isa person's unique, inherited sense of family identity: the values, traditions, culture, and artifacts handed down by previous generations ...." definition


Heritage.

Really? To ask such a question of a society lost in challenges, uncertainties hoarded on them day in and day out.

Poverty , hunger...thirst, becoming a pandemic so big that it will wipe out the world as we know it today..

It will make enemies of the desperate and vile dictators of the wealthy.

Those mad max movies becoming the heritage , the inheritance of a global society that aims to be sexless , equal, unaccountable, unrestricted, vile in its loudness of DEMAND DEMAND DEMAND.
ME.
ME.
Me and my kind....fuck YOUR kind.

In the demand to be something the extreme selfishness displayed without care for boundaries, right and wrong pushing a "heritage" we should be ashamed of.

When anything goes, everything goes the warning signs should be heeded.

The unsettled dissatisfaction, the boredom, the alienation from self and society, the depletion of humaneness and humannness, depletion of natural resources, laziness.....a world of internet intellectuals all scrambling to be recognised, acknowledged in their " surfing of the net" intelligence.

Tick tock wisdom.
Instagram goals.


Heritage.

It makes me weep looking in on what heritage has become and is proudly acknowledged .

To like to sit down and listen to ones elders, those old tales...some heart sore some awakening a joy deep down in one's being.

And in those old tales a wisdom shared , an experience worthy of taking note .....a betterment of self , a self realization an understanding of one's roots, why one may be driven in the way one is driven , not to the detriment of society or self seeking glory and gluttonous greed to be a somebody , not for the purpose of judgement and segregation .

Heritage is born over time and should stand the test of time too and not be a fickle assocaition simply because it be a popular Instagram/ tick tock thing of today.



RB.

....atrocities against humanity .

2 pieces written early 2017 and no less applicable now.

What is happening to us????....the planet is simmering.

Sadness is becoming palpable.

Civilians being pitted against each other for a political cause, used as pawns...terrorism against civilians...there is NO condonation of such atrocities committed in the name of ANY cause.

..............

Gnarled.

My heart weeps.


The intolerance
devastation


A mind twisted GNARLED oozing seeping
A lost soul.

A deathly stench of hatred

A product of a lost society.

Oh dear Lord ....that child that woman that man.


A statistic of that gnarled sick f*ck.

Forgive me. For i am ill to my stomach

the pain
the fear.....eating away at me.

Is there not a small haven somewhere......somewhere to be found on mother earth?

Or should i dig my little black hole and climb into it and cower from fear of hearing about another attack??

You...terrorist
You... sick f*cks....should i too join in picking up arms and hunt u down?
Should i hate u for the uncertainty and instability u have awoken in my soul?
Should i allow u to slowly eat away at my sanity???
Allow u....?
How do i stop it??
Someone please tell me!!!


How breathless i feel. How powerless


small

I refuse to give u the power to steal my life from me.


I shall fight the hatred smouldering I shall believe further and have faith no matter how niave i may sound.


My thoughts are sad.


My mind challenged.


Lost.


...........

...In the wake of another global tragedy... (and this was written in 2017 ...oh! How little we have changed )


when the value of another's life means nothing more

than making a political statement,

when the maiming and killing of another human

simply be an expression of a political preference,

when tit-for-tat has no sense

but to destroy any potential thin thread of hope and reconciliation,

when the desire to find common ground

be bombed to hell by radical forces.


...sheep and believers of the nonsensical...


who cannot think for themselves but, take on another's command

to destroy the very fibre of humanity


cowardise on the rise,


that of those who carry guns and hide behind

an affiliation to groups set on promoting hatred.


how weak of mind and character be u who think

that the'Almighty'

whatever be the'Name'

shall accept u in a life here-after.


sickness of mind and character be the very

Definition and fibre

of those who dare to imagine the taking of anothers life

shall grant them a worthy life eternal.


how anger knows to stir vengence.

how hatred knows to smoulder.

how u tempt me to curse u and wish upon u

the most unimaginable pains and losses.


but.

is it worth it?

for u know not even your own life's worth.

u are but a vile example,

a degradation to the meaning of humanity...


u terrorist


u fucker....who takes lives of the innocents

u are not worthy of my hatred or vengeance...u are


NOTHING!!!


U shall not taint my existence with thoughts of u.


...even the'Almighty'

whatever be the'Name'

has forgotten u.


....


Dear Lord.

spare my thoughts and cleanse me of what i feel beginning to gnaw at the edges of reason and logic...

my understanding of worldly matters and the unfairness that reigns strong

under the guise

of elected political regimes

confuse me even more.

let me not waver in my faith in the good of

humanity

and let me regain my faith in the wealth of goodness

that knows to reside in humans.


how fucked up we are

...us...

stupid humans.


...please help us see again...


RB.

The Good Lord did after all, not do his best work on the 6th day.
I'm more and more convinced of this