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EP 12: Life after Ecstasty

“We didn’t find semen but there were traces of spermicide so he must have used a condom.” The doctor said.

Arianna looked sick. The nurse, Abigail, felt for her. This was her first time dealing with a rape victim and it brought tears to her eyes.

“We found traces of methylene-dioxymethamphetamine in your system which is why you remember doing it but don’t feel like you consented.”

“Oh my God, what is that?” Arianna asked frightened.

“It’s Ecstasy.” Abigail clarified.

“It’s what?!” Tears trickled down her cheeks. She felt violated.

“Your blood alcohol level was still high, especially since you haven’t drank since last night,” The doctor continued.

“I drank before I went over there.” Arianna exhaled, shaking her head.

“I know you’re a little shaken up right now. It’s not your fault.” Abigail tried to comfort her.

“It’s fine.” Arianna dried her tears.

She got into her car and headed home. It was like her World was crashing around her. There was too much going on. She called Shane to make herself feel better. He answered right away.

“Hi, Shane.”

“Ari, is everything ok?”

“Yes, I’m fine. There’s a lot going on. I just found out my best friend is in the hospital… and Malachi left.”

Shane smiled to himself. Maybe he would get the satisfaction of having Arianna to himself. “You’re feeling alright?”

“Not really but I’m handling everything as it comes.”

They talked until Arianna reached her house. “Um, let me call you back,” she said then hung up the phone.  She was surprised to see Malachi’s car when she pulled up and was hesitant to walk in.

“So, I leave and you stay out all night?” Malachi accused when she walked through the door.

“I went to Danielle’s because she didn’t answer.” Arianna wishes she would’ve stayed home last night.

“Bullshit.”

“Malachi, I don’t want to argue. I’ve had a really long day.” The tears formed in her eyes, falling gently down her face.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” He was pained to see Arianna cry.

“Nothing.” Arianna got in the shower and turned the water as hot as it would go. She attempted to wash away the shame and betrayal she felt.

“What’s going on Arianna?” Malachi asked from the door.

“Can I just please have a minute?” She begged from the shower. She broke down, crying hysterically. She had cried before but it finally hit her what had happened. Scenes from that night flashed in and out of her head making her nauseous. When Danielle finds out she’ll be devastated. And Arianna was ashamed. She was so ashamed. She scrubbed her skin raw under the hot water turning it red.

“Arianna, what’s wrong?” Malachi had never seen her break down. He had been with her through some pretty hard times. He was worried.

She wouldn’t answer. The hot water pelted her body. She wanted to wash the dirtiness away. She wanted to forget this whole thing happened.

She got out the shower and Malachi was waiting for her when she opened the door. He wrapped his arms around her and she found comfort in his arms. She needed him right now.

Her phone rang surprising her. She didn’t recognize the phone number, but she answered anyway.

“This is Arianna,” She said pushing Malachi away. She went into Carter’s room and closed the door.

“Hey beautiful,” she heard.

“Stacey?”

“Yeah. How are you? I really want to talk about what happened between us last night.”

“What do you mean between us? You drugged me. I would’ve never slept with you if you wouldn’t have put something in my drink. Loser.”

“That may be true but you had a good time. Orgasms don’t lie.”

“Stacey. What is wrong with you? Don’t call my phone ever again.” She hung up.

“What’s wrong?” Malachi asked from the other room concerned.

“Nothing.” She claimed. But there was something wrong. There was a lot wrong. The tears flowed freely from her eyes onto the pillow she held to comfort her. She rested in Carter’s twin size bed feeling horrified by what happened to her.

The next morning Arianna woke up and headed to the police station. She looked stressed and sad to the officer. The officer helped her with the police report but it was very uncomfortable. The details they asked for traumatized her all over again. She was embarrassed that she went over there drunk and even more embarrassed that she didn’t catch on to the extra sugar being something else.

She called to see if Danielle was still at the hospital. She’d been released and Arianna wanted to see her.

“Danielle, where are you?” Arianna said after Danielle answered.

“I’m at home.”

“With Stacey?”

“No she went to work, or wherever she goes.” Danielle commented suspiciously.

“Cool. I want to swing by.”

“Ok, I’ll be here. I’m not cleared to go back to work. They sent the work anyway.” She laughed. I’m getting rest though.”

Arianna headed to Danielle’s house. She walked in and found Danielle in her living room on the pull out bed.

“I thought you would be in your bed.”

“I figure if I have to stay in bed another week I want to be in a bigger space. The hospital made me want to pull all of my hair out.”

“I’m glad your back home.” Arianna smiled then sat next to her best friend.

“There has been a lot going on lately. Malachi left the other night.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Arianna said hesitantly and looked away.

“Why? I thought you two were good.”

“Well, there’s this guy at work. Shane.”

“Shit, I guess I’m not the only one then.” Danielle laughed. “Shane huh? What’s he like?” Arianna told her about Shane.

.

“Girl, you a hot ass mess.” She laughed, “What is wrong Malachi?”

“His jealousy for one.”

“He should be jealous, you’re messing with a coworker.” She laughed uncontrollably.

“He’s jealous of you.”

“Of me?” Danielle looked puzzled.

“Yeah, he thinks you and I are… you know.” She looked at Danielle suggestively.

“No I don’t know.” Danielle raised her eyebrow.

“He thinks we’re sleeping together.” Arianna confessed.

Danielle’s eyes widened, then she burst into laughter, “Arianna!” She threw a pillow at her.

Arianna laughed with her. This wasn’t the reaction she expected but it was making her feel so much better. “Why are you hitting me, that’s what he said?”

“Ew, you told him about the time we made out.” Danielle smiled and made kissy faces at Arianna.

“Oh my God you’re so gross.” Arianna slapped her shoulder. Then lay in her lap. “Remember those college days?” Danielle nodded. “I miss them.”

“Well, they were good times,” Danielle agreed smiling.

“I’m thinking about taking the bar again. I just need something new,” Arianna blurted out.

“Well, I can help you study.” Danielle offered.

“Thanks.” Arianna said. A tear fell down her cheek, Danielle was more than her best friend. She was her support system.

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EP 7: Tangled Web

It’s a week before the conference and Arianna still failed to tell Malachi about it. She had second, third, and fourth thoughts about going. It all came back to the fact that she really has feelings for Shane. It was something about him. It was everything about him that made Arianna’s whole mood change. He softened her.  He made her feel that there could actually be someone out there that could make her happy instead of being with someone

that should make her happy but is failing. She hadn’t noticed the difference until she’d met Shane.

They went to Pierre’s Chateau, a French restaurant in town and she loved it.

“I really enjoy the time we spend together Ari.”

“Me too,” Arianna whispered fighting the quiver he sent down her spine. She loved how he called her Ari. It was beautiful. It made her feel so special like she meant something to him. It was just a nickname but to her it meant so much more than that.

“So, I know I’m bringing this up pretty much every day but you have to tell him.”

“I know. I will.”

“Tonight. Please.” Shane begged. Who was he kidding? What was he thinking with her? Why did he want her so bad knowing that she had a man? A father for her son? This was bad. He couldn’t fight it though. She was the perfect amount of everything. Her Confidence, intelligence, style, and sexiness all made him feel as if she was too good to pass on. Sure she was taken but if her man was treating her right at home would she be out with another man almost every day?

At this point Shane knew he was justifying something inherently wrong. She was taken and he was actively volunteering to be her side piece. But he wanted her. Even though he shouldn’t.

“Ok Shane. I get your point.” Arianna looked at him, admiringly.

“You’re beautiful,” he said capturing her eyes with his.

“You’re not so bad to look at yourself.” She smiled and sipped her water. “I love this.”

“This place is beautiful. Only the best for a queen such as yourself.”

Arianna blushed, “Thank you, but I was referring to being with you.”

He licked his lips. “The first time I saw you, I knew you were special.”

“Oh yeah? How did you know that?” She asked with her eyes glued to his.

“Because, the first time I laid my eyes on you, everyone else in the room disappeared.” He grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Seriously? You expect me to believe that? It sounds like a line.” She laughed.

“I’m a grown man. I don’t need lines.  I want something special with you. I know I’m a little older but I’m really hoping you decide to give me a chance.

“That’s why I’m being so honest with you.”

“I don’t know.”

He kissed her hand again sending a chill down her spine. “You’re in control.”

Arianna left that date feeling like she was dreaming.  She drove back to work in silence.  Shane and her always left separately and came back separately. They didn’t want to be part of the gossip.

She had never felt this way about anyone as far back as she could remember. It was strong and it was getting stronger by the day.

He was on her mind and she felt little guilt for the Shane fantasies that invaded her mind and left her body on the edge of an explosion. In one they were in a hotel and she had him handcuffed to the bed while she did very inappropriate things to him. In another she got married and lived in a mansion with him.

She stepped back into the office and Cayla greeted her at the door.

“Hey Cayla, what’s up?” Arianna asked

Cayla’s eyes bulged.

“What’s wrong with you girl?” Arianna asked.

“Um… Malachi came here looking for you.”

“Ok…? Why do you look like you’re about to have a heart attack?”

“I told him I thought the two of you were together.”

“What? Why would you think that?”

“The way you come back from those lunches I thought — but I understand now,” she said nonchalantly.

“Understand what?” Arianna asked puzzled.

“You’re having an affair.” She shrieked with laughter. “Ooh girl, with who?”

“Shh! Why would say that so loud? And it’s not true.”

“Well you should’ve told me, I would’ve covered for you but I didn’t know.”

Arianna shook it off. Damn she promised Shane she would tell Malachi about this conference. If he was already suspicious because she was missing for her lunch break, surely he wouldn’t believe the lies about the conference.

Arianna pulled into her driveway and sighed. She walked in the house cheerfully, smiling, hoping it hid her nervousness. She figured a little energy may help with the lie. “Malachi! Where are you? I have great news!” She closed the door behind her saying a quick prayer that this would work.

Malachi walked into the living room, “What news?” He asked curiously.

“I’m going to the Spring Conference. Somebody was fired and I’m the replacement. That’s nice right?”

Arianna asked trying hard not to break eye contact but remain sincere.

“When did you find this out?”

“Today. My boss called me into an emergency meeting today around 12 and asked if I would come with her.”

“Oh that’s nice babe. Congratulations.” He hugged her.

“Well that’s good news. I actually came by your job today to surprise you with lunch and Cayla, I think her name was, told me that you were out with me. I thought that seemed weird.”

“Yes, Cayla is not the smartest cookie. But we do normally have lunch together and I had to push my lunch back. I wish you would’ve waited I would’ve had a late lunch with you,” she lied.

“Maybe next time,” Malachi offered. “How long will you be gone?”

“Four days and I’ll be back. It’s next Thursday. I’m excited. This could be my chance to network with other lawyers and maybe even get a raise.”

“Ok.” He sounded suspicious to Arianna but he didn’t say anything so she let it go. Lying was hard. It took a lot out of her.

EP 5: Love is With Whom we Make It

Arianna watched the sunset, indulging in the moment. She realized that she and Shane shared more than just lunch. They shared an interest in people, politics, and much of the World. Sure he was fine but he was so much more than just his looks. They shared common goals and pasts. He was a companion intellectually. He was really something special.

“So I’ve been thinking. The conference is coming up and I wanted to know if you would go with me?” Shane blurted out uncomfortably.

“What? A conference?” Arianna panicked. She had known the attraction was mutual but they had never crossed the line. This would definitely change things between them. Was she ready for that next step? Was she really ready to get rid of Malachi and try to be happy with someone else?

“Yeah, with some partners. It’s a couple hundred miles away. I really mean no disrespect by it. I just want to get to know you better.”

“You’re serious?” Arianna looked alarmed, “You know I can’t just spend a week with you, I have a kid, and a boyfriend, whom I live with!”

“Why are you angry with me? I’m just trying to give us some time to see if we should pursue what’s between us.”

“Us? That’s ridiculous.” Arianna lied.

“You can’t deny that you feel it too.”

“You don’t know what I’m capable of feeling.” She was stubborn.

He really wanted her to reconsider. “Just take a couple days to think about it.”

“No. I’m not easy. You can’t just tell me you’re interested then ask me to sleep with you in the next sentence.”

“I never said we would sleep together. It’s a two bedroom suite. I just want to get to know you. I swear.”

“Swearing? Quite the gentleman’s promise.” She couldn’t help but to laugh, lightening the mood between them.

He laughed too, then grabbed her hands and stared into her eyes. Arianna’s body was convincing her that she was close to fulfilling her desires of Shane and everything that would come along with that.

“Give me a couple days to think about it.”

“Ok,” he answered sincerely.

Arianna considered going to the conference with him. He was right. There are many things they can’t do because she has to come home every night. The conference is for four days and will be out of town. It’s perfect.

On the way home from work she stopped to see her parents.

“So what is this conference for?” Her mother asked suspiciously.

“It’s for the partners. My boss invited me last minute. Someone else was supposed to go but they were fired. I can’t say I feel bad for them.”

“And why isn’t Malachi coming with you?”

“He has to work.”

“What are you going to tell him when he asks you?”

“Spouses aren’t invited and he does have to work.”

“Girl who do you think you’re fooling? You’re lying through your teeth and to your mom? Shame on you.”

“Mom, I’m not lying.”

“Mm hm,” Her mom appeared doubtful.

“Can you watch Carter?”

“So you can cheat on your little boyfriend?”

“Mom, it’s not cheating. It’s work.”

“You’re really sticking to that story? Sure, I’ll watch my grandbaby. You need to remember that whatever’s done in the dark will come to light.”

“Thank you mama and I know.”

“If you knew, you wouldn’t be doing this. You better hope Malachi believe it more than me.”

“Thanks mama. I’ll call you with the details.”

Her mom’s warning bothered her deep down. I mean she could always stick with the lie no matter what but she wasn’t good at lying and she really didn’t know where she stood with Malachi. Their relationship was rocky. The jealousy was becoming too much for Arianna. It’s crazy.

She wanted out. She wanted Malachi to care about her happiness instead of only his. He had some great qualities but all in all, she didn’t like the way he treated her.

She grabbed Carter from daycare and the weight of it felt confining. She and Malachi have been together for a little over three years. Carter’s only five and the weight of leaving the only father he’s ever really had, made her feel she was two tons.

It was definitely something to think about. It isn’t like she’s never cheated before. She just hadn’t considered leaving before.

The thought of being able to date who she wanted and have weekends of peace where she doesn’t have to fight with Malachi.

The last thing Arianna had to do was tell Malachi about the last minute trip and that Carter would not be staying with him but she really wanted to go.

She was excited by everything. She felt bad for spending a week with another man. Especially since she definitely wanted to do some very physical things to him.

He made her feel things that Malachi had been lacking for some time now.

She pulled into the driveway hesitantly. She was trying to prepare herself to lie better than she did to her mom.

EP 4: What a difference a day makes

Stacey stared as Danielle walked in the house. She could feel her blood boiling. “I called you like 20 times, did you turn your phone off?”
 
“Actually it was 15 times and I had my phone in my purse. I didn’t hear it. I’m going to bed though,” Danielle said brushing past her and into the bathroom.
 
Stacey realized that Danielle didn’t care that she came in late and probably did it to get back at her. So she pretended not to care.
 
Danielle emerged from the bathroom a couple minutes later in her pajamas.
 
“Did you have a good time?” Stacey asked trying to sound just as nonchalant.
 
“I had a great time, probably going out again this weekend.” Danielle said in a matter-of-fact tone, sliding into bed. “It’s better than staying in the house and sleeping alone.”
 
“You don’t sleep alone,” Stacey claimed as she slipped under the covers, wrapping her arm around Danielle, “You sleep with me.”
 
“Actually, we don’t sleep together at all,” Danielle said moving Stacey’s arm off of her. “And I don’t plan on sleeping with you now.” She got up and went to sleep on the couch.
 
The apartment was a one bedroom so they had a pull-out sofa in the living room for guests. She was exhausted so she just grabbed a blanket and wasn’t going to bother making the bed.
 
“You can sleep in the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Stacey said feeling guilty.
 
“Fine with me.” Danielle left the blanket there, “Good night.” She climbed into her soft bed embracing her blanket and pillows. Some nights it was all she had to hold.  
 
How could she sleep after such a night?  First of all, Jordan. Yes Jordan. She blew her mind in a couple hours. Damn she was sexy. Really sexy. And smart. And so sweet. It’s rare that people have these qualities let alone a potential mate that was also interested in her. She was a little excited.
 
Then there’s Stacey. Danielle couldn’t believe that Stacey didn’t care about her calls being ignored. Why didn’t it matter to Stacey? Maybe it was really the end. The lease will expire in a couple months, she could stick it out and get her own place.
 
Danielle finally dozed off with two women on her mind.
 

Beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep, the alarm clock on her phone was relentless. Didn’t it know she’d only gotten three hours of sleep? She rolled over tapping the snooze button. She repeated this process for about two hours. “Ok, No more partying during the week,” she chastised as she stumbled out of bed and into the shower. She didn’t hear Stacey so she figured she’d left for work already.

She looked down at the stamp on her hand and last night’s memories rushed back to her. Jordan rushed back to her. Jordan. The connection they shared last night was amazing. They had one incredible conversation that lasted for hours and she was hooked. Jordan was an addiction that she was completely willing to partake in.

Stacey knocked on the bathroom door as Danielle was getting out of the shower.

“What? I thought you left?” Danielle answered.

“We need to talk about last night,” Stacey pleaded.

“Talk? There is really nothing to talk about.” Danielle opened the door, partially clothed.

Stacey stared at her body as she brushed past her. She was suddenly regretful of everything she risked losing just because she found other women attractive. “I disagree,” she argued.

“No, you just don’t like the taste of your own medicine.” Danielle smirked.

“I don’t. But that’s not the reason I want to talk.”

Danielle frowned her face in disbelief.

“It’s not the only reason Danielle damn, can I have two minutes? You slept all morning, I’m sure you could spare two minutes!”

“You’re wrong,” She said looking Stacey in the eyes, “I actually have no more time for you.” She walked out the door not waiting for Stacey’s response.

Stacey stared, watching her girlfriend walking away. She no longer recognized Danielle. What happened at that club last night? Did she cheat? Did she meet someone new? Had she been cheating all along? Dozens of questions raced through her mind.
 
Stacey had cheated so many times without getting caught that she had almost no boundaries. She didn’t care who she cheated with or how close they were to Danielle.
 
What happened last night? It was clear to Stacey that something changed. The thought of Danielle leaving her finally crossed her mind. She thought of what she normally does when she doesn’t come home all night. She panicked. She could hear her heart pounding in her chest. Danielle is going to leave.
 

Danielle drove to work feeling good. She was gaining control of her life again. That one little assertion of power made her feel as if she could conquer anything.

As soon as Danielle began working her phone rang, she was hoping it was Jordan.

“Hello,” Danielle answered sweetly. 

“Good morning, this is Jordan. Is this Danielle?”

“Yes,” Danielle smiled.

“I knew it, my heart skipped a beat when you spoke.”

“Did it?” She asked curiously as her heart fluttered.

“Yes” Jordan answered.

“Good morning Jordan.” Danielle said as a smile formed across her lips. She was blushing! Jordan thought about her continuously and threw her normal rules out of the window. She was different from any woman Jordan had ever run across.

“Save my number please.”

“Of course.” Danielle said getting goosebumps.  

Jordan didn’t want the conversation to end but had to get back to work. “Well, I’m working so give me a call a little later or text me.”

“Maybe, I’ll do both,” Danielle offered.

Jordan smiled again, blushing, “Maybe, I’ll hold you to that.”

 
 

Filling the Void EP 3

Danielle sighed as she stared at her reflection. She was ashamed. Stacey meant so much to her but it was clear she wasn’t ready to be in a relationship. Weeks without sex and then she comes home in the middle of the night thinking sex would keep Danielle from being mad? This wasn’t about sex at all. It was about respect and Stacey had none. She knew that their relationship ended months ago but she was holding on to what used to be.
 
She missed the times Stacey used to take her out and they would stay out all night and all the times they wasted money on hotel rooms just to have amazing sex and not have to worry about the mess they made the next morning. 
 
She dressed for work. Danielle made her living as a public relations specialist for a Dog Food company. Not the best work in the World, definitely not what she thought she would be doing seven years ago when she graduated college but the fact is student loans don’t wait and neither does bills.
 
Work was usually boring and she hated her job. After she got home from work she figured she would give Stacey another chance to make up with her.  She put a lot into this relationship.
 
To Danielle’s surprise Stacey walks in house with Shyla. It took everything in her to act civil and not smack the hell out of her. Stacey’s mom was the worst. But she also had twin sisters Shayla and Shyla that hated her almost as much as their mom.
 
“Damn Danielle, dinner ain’t ready yet?” Shyla openly complained a few minutes after walking in.
 
“Did you make it?” Danielle shot back.
 
“No, ain’t that what the woman of the house is supposed to do?”
 
“Hmph, it’s sad that you don’t have business of your own,” Danielle said walking away.
 
Stacey’s family was the worst. The absolute worst. Why should she bother cooking dinner for a woman who can’t even come home every night? Seriously.
 
Danielle decided she wanted to go out. She got in the shower and put on her favorite red dress that hugged her in all the right places. Her makeup was flawless and her hair was still in a curly state from taking out her two-strand twists.
 
She didn’t know whether their relationship was worth saving but she assumed that it wouldn’t be based on Stacey’s behavior. Danielle was livid. How dare she bring he sister here and allow her to openly criticize. Danielle was getting more pissed by the second.
 
Danielle marched past both Stacey and Shyla and walked out the door without a word. After the door closed behind her Shyla turned to Stacey, “You’re just gonna let her leave like that,” she shook her head, “No respect. Why are you two even together?”
 
Stacey was feeling a little jealous. She hasn’t taken Danielle out in months and usually Danielle worked so much it wasn’t an issue. “Shy why don’t you just go.”
 
Shyla frowned her face at her sister, “Whatever girl.” She grabbed her purse and walked out the door a couple minutes after Danielle.
 
Stacey sat a little irritated that Danielle walked out the house without even saying goodbye. Was she trying to be disrespectful?
 
Danielle walked out feeling good. She hopped in her car and headed to Mariah’s house. Arianna was her best friend but no fun at the gay clubs but Mariah could out-dance and out-flirt anybody. She was so much fun.
 
She hopped in her car. “Girl! It’s about to be popping tonight!”
 
“Good. I need to get out,” Danielle said with little enthusiasm.
 
“Stacey trouble huh?”
 
“Is it that obvious?”
 
“She is terrible, I don’t even know why you deal with her.”
 
“You’re right. Hell I don’t know but I’m starting to see that no matter what I do, she’s not going to change.”
 
“Well we’re about to have a good time tonight because they have dancers.”
 
They headed to The Purple House on Grand. It was the biggest gay club out here. One that Stacey avoided because she never wanted to be seen.
 
As she walked in the club, she felt an overwhelming sensation that her life would never be the same. She just knew it was a very small chance that her life with Stacey would return to anywhere close to where it used to be. She accepted it.
 
Mariah looked at her friend and could see the worry in her face. “Let me buy you a drink,” she offered.
 
“Sure,” Danielle accepted. They made their way to the bar. Danielle felt beautiful but wondered why she was unable to satisfy the one person who was supposed to think she was the most beautiful woman in the World.
 
After a couple songs and a couple shots, Danielle finally started having a good time. She danced with everyone who didn’t have partner. She forgot how it felt to have fun and not worry about what Stacey was doing.
 
She sipped her drink and her body swayed to the music as she allowed this night to remove her from her reality.
 
Danielle felt a body pressed against her, “Can I have a dance?” She turned and faced the most beautiful women she’d seen in a while.
 
This woman was absolutely gorgeous and Danielle didn’t fight her attraction. She danced with her all night until the club closed at three. She had completely forgot about Mariah when it was time to leave.
 
“So, can I have your number?” She asked smiling, not wanting the night to end.
 
“I can’t give you my number, I don’t even know your name,” Danielle responded.
 
“It’s Jordan,” She said smiling showing two rows of beautiful white teeth. Her heart fluttered as their eyes connected. She couldn’t look away.
 
“I’m Danielle,” she smiled. She put her number into Jordan’s phone.
 
“Make sure you answer when I call.”
 
“I wouldn’t miss it,” She said. Jordan grabbed her hand and kissed it.
 
“Bye,” Danielle said mesmerized by their connection.
 
“Girl come on!” Mariah said yelling at her.
 
She caught eyes with Jordan one more time, “Don’t forget about me.”
 
“Never,” Jordan confirmed.
 
Danielle turned around and walked away. She had a different kind of high. She looked at her phone and saw that Stacey had called her 15 times. Maybe she knows how it feels now.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The Gay Debate

Will it ever be possible for people to mind their own damn business? In wake of the Freedom of Religion bills passing through states that are just salty that gay marriage passed a few things have occurred to me.

Mark 12:28-34 this is the NIV but read which ever you’d like

28 One of the teachers of the law came and heard them debating. Noticing that Jesus had given them a good answer, he asked him, “Of all the commandments, which is the most important?”29 “The most important one,” answered Jesus, “is this: ‘Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one.[a]30 Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’[b] 31 The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[c] There is no commandment greater than these.”

32 “Well said, teacher,” the man replied. “You are right in saying that God is one and there is no other but him.33 To love him with all your heart, with all your understanding and with all your strength, and to love your neighbor as yourself is more important than all burnt offerings and sacrifices.”

34 When Jesus saw that he had answered wisely, he said to him, “You are not far from the kingdom of God.” And from then on no one dared ask him any more questions.

Hmm…. I don’t see anything about treating others without compassion for any reason. This actually says that we’re supposed to love one another. One of the issues that I have with organized religion is that it was created so that people could choose what rules they would follow, add new rules, and delete old ones.

It’s funny that people who claim to be so Christian are the first ones to ever tell someone that they’re going to hell. Seriously? Oh so I’m going to hell because I’m gay, but fornication is in our culture and fornicators get into heaven. There are no laws being considered that will stop people from catering weddings of former rapists. I could go on and on but I believe my point has been made.

Another thing I actually believe, is people who don’t want to cater to same-sex marriages should put it out there. In my opinion if you would prefer not to do it, I would prefer to bless someone that actually wants this.

I won’t make this a long post but I have to discuss my annoyances…. SO! I saw this comment one day that said homosexuality was put into the Bible by a homophobic King. My first thought is what is this chick talking about? So I researched it.

It was true! The Bible was translated to make homosexuality wrong. The King James version is not the first version of the Bible and was produced to be politically correct but more importantly was the first to add anything about homosexuality in it. Don’t believe me? Research it.

Anyone who reads about David and Jonathan can clearly see that they had much more than a friendship. They were in fact in love and two of God’s favorites.

The argument about reproduction is invalid as there are in fact so many kids in foster care that all gay couples could get one and there would be more to spare. Plus it’s 2015 gay couples can get pregnant.

One of my biggest pet-peeves about people against the LGBT community are those who feel that it is just lust. When we all lust. A heterosexual man lusts no more or less than a homosexual one. But why should our relationships be denounced because closed minded people feel that they can tell us who to love?

In the meantime, while people are worried about how gay our sex is… Al-Qaida is taking over entire cities. Cops are shooting black men because they can, and no one is watching to ensure our veterans are taken care of. But I see how gay sex is a top priority.

Donald Sterling… News or nah?

I’m sure by now we have all heard about the Clippers’ owner being racist. First, I’m not surprised. This won’t be a rant about racism because honestly, gay shit means more to me. But I have a few opinions on this. 

Let me start by saying that I hate sports and randomly ran into this story on youtube while watching Family Feud videos.

Yes, he’s retarded. He has a young ass, pretty ass, half black girlfriend but feels like it’s ok to demean half of her. He’s the type of person who thinks that slavery benefitted black people because we don’t have to live in a poverty stricken Africa. I have seen someone who actually believes this. I can’t make this stuff up.

I’m sure that we all have racist thoughts or basic characteristics that we associate with a certain type of people. I personally don’t actually associated people with their race when forming opinions of them.

Who you are in this World dictates what you can and can’t say. Simply put, it’s probably not ok for Obama to call anyone an asshole publicly. That’s not racist, sexist, nationalist, but it is kind of mean and low class when when think about our president.

I definitely believe that people have a right say whatever they want however, I also believe that you must deal with the consequences accordingly. 

The man is 80 and old as shit… seriously. He’s gonna make a grip when he sells the team and it’s basically impossible to teach an 80 year old anything when it comes to beliefs and personality… why try?

The chick tho! We all know that she was too young and too cute to be with him anyway. I assume that she would’ve stayed around longer had he not degraded her simply for being half black. I put up with more from my soon-to-be ex husband.

Ok, so we won’t address how this woman is 60 years younger than him. There are so many things wrong with this story. Oh! The killer is that the NAACP was about to give this bigot a lifetime achievement award… fucked my head up!

Recording a conversation is illegal if the other person doesn’t know they’re being recorded. Something his lawyer may or may not address. 

The truth is, all of this shits irrelevant. If it wakes people up and let them know that there is racism in this country, I like it. The people that are most outraged are the team I’m sure. I think they are most affected by this and my heart goes out to them.

It’s already disturbing that most of the players on these sports teams are black and more often than not, the team is owned by some old white man who’s ancestors probably owned slaves. 

Anyway, when it comes to old people, you have to realize that they don’t give a fuck. They’re old. They say what they think. They already lived that life where they had to hold their tongue. Why do it until your deathbed?