[#MOONSIGN] CANCER

So…I have no idea why I never researched my moon sign. I must say…it makes perfect sense. This is what I found about myself ☺️:

Here the Moon is where she wants to be. She is the governess of this moon sign and that would bring you extra points, wouldn’t you think? What she does here is up her dose of lunar treats, but she also increases the challenges she carries in her silver purse, spreading some interesting opportunities to learn on your path.
The images for Cancer Moon are clearly the mother, the mirror and of course the crab, but the ebb and flow of the sea are also closely connected to the Moon. Does this mean you love the sea? Yes, but I was thinking of going a little deeper than that, if you don’t mind? What about the ebb and flow of those moody moments?
Nostalgia is something you’re likely to be big on too, going on about old black and white movies and how things used to be in the olden days… How old are you? And do you have a box of keepsakes from when little Tommy was months old, all the letters your other half wrote when you were first together and any old theatre ticket, chocolate wrapper or lock of hair that holds memories of important times in your life? My mum is a Cancer Sun and has what we call her ‘greety box’ – ‘greeting’ being a Scottish term for ‘crying’ – which she takes out now and again when she feels like getting all wistful over my first pair of Baby Dear shoes. Oddly enough, she doesn’t have my size 12 trainers in there. As a Cancer Moon, your past will also be important to you. Remembering it will bring you comfort, and emotionally it can also bring you some solutions.

Cancer Archetype: The Mother
Your moon sign makes you a natural at empathizing with people and they will be drawn to you for comfort and support, and all because they recognize your own vulnerability. But don’t be misled – it’s not all about mothering other people; you nurture and mother your own ideas and by default your own growth too.
Love Life

As a Water sign Moon, you will want things to be romantic and meaningful rather than a fumble in Waitrose car park on the way back from the chip shop. I still haven’t found my mobile phone, by the way. Anyway, back to you. Your home is where you’re most comfortable, and with a partner that shows. You’re affectionate and want them to know that they complete the perfect home. For you, starting a family could be a really strong drive. The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge both have Cancer Moon signs, so expect big things there! You want your home and family life to be just perfect and put a lot of effort into it, which I suspect is greatly appreciated by your other half.

If you’re looking for romance, you’re likely to be attracted to someone who reminds you of your father or mother – not physically, you understand (that would just be too odd), but emotionally. Although beware of adding lines like ‘Not as good as my mother’s apple pie’ or ‘I’ll ask my mum, she’ll tell me what to do’ to your conversations.

Partnering a Cancer Moon
Being as open as you can about how you feel is a good way of showing them that they can be the same. They will respond to you making the first move, albeit slowly at first. Sometimes your Cancer Moon may seem to power down, to switch off, so give them space to figure out what’s really going on and let them know you’re there with tomato soup and lots of love when they need you.
In relationships with Cancer Moon males in particular, the mother could be a very strong character, almost overbearing. Just something to bear in mind.
Best fit Sun signs are Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces and Capricorn.

Career
Your moon sign is suited to careers that make good use of your skills as a nurturer, with jobs in hospitals, schools and catering heading a long list of roles where your ability to put people at ease is a coveted talent. As a sideline, you could also be interested in antiques, something that could bring you some income in either the short or long term.
You could delay following your real goals until later in life. Perhaps earlier on, family life will dictate where you live or how many hours you devote to training, etc., but as children grow up, your opportunities may increase, and you shouldn’t consider yourself too old to retrain or change careers completely. Those with a Cancer Moon tend to do very well later in life.

Want to know your moon sign?
http://www.astrocal.co.uk/moon-sign-calculator/

PINEAPPLES 🍍


The Pineapple Myth…

…though I’ve been told, in my case… it’s not a myth ☺️

#BARZ

Back in the day…I used to spit fire… I often wonder if my missed my calling… But truthfully, the world wasn’t ready for me then.  Back then…1992…ain’t no way in hell I could have been an “out” hip hop artist.  Living a facade has never been my cup of tea…

HEY…YOU…part II.

  

Dear Future Wife,

I WOULD DATE YOU SO HARD, AND THEN MARRY THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!

THEN RAISE THE FUCK OUT OF OUR KIDS!

AND GIVE YOU ALL THE MOTHERFUCKING LOVE AND SUPPORT YOU’D EVER FUCKING NEED.

AND PAY THE HELL OUT OF THAT FUCKING MORTGAGE.

AND THEN WHEN THE GUTTERS ARE CLOGGED I’LL GET UP THAT FUCKING LADDER AND CLEAN THAT SHIT UP WHILE YOU STAND BY THE KITCHEN WINDOW COMICALLY JUDGING MY WORK.

AND THEN WE CAN VACUUM THE FUCK OUT OF OUR CARPET SO HARD THAT WE’LL HAVE TO GET A NEW ONE.

WE’LL WASH OUR CLOTHES SO GODDAMN FUCKING HARD. FORGET NO RINSE, WE’LL USE HIGH FUCKING SPEED.

BUY A FUCKING MINI-VAN…NO FUCK THAT…A FUCKING LUXURY SUV TO STUFF OUR BEAUTIFUL FUCKING BABIES INTO IT AND DRIVE THE FUCK OUT OF IT.

THEN WE CAN GO SOME FUCKING PARENT-TEACHER MEETINGS AND MEET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR KID’S TEACHER. THEN JUDGE THE SHIT OUT OF HER IN THE CAR.

AND WE CAN THEN PILE ALL THE CHILDREN IN THE FUCKING LUXURY SUV AND GO TO THE STORE AND SHOP FOR GROCERIES SO HARD THAT WE ACTUALLY HAVE TO MAKE MORE THAN TWO TRIPS TO GET ALL THAT SHIT INSIDE THE HOUSE.

AND THEN COOK THE FUCK OUT OF OUR KITCHEN UNTIL WE HAVE NO FOOD LEFT AND WE FEAST ON THAT SHIT FOR FUCKING DAYS.

I WILL EAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR HOMEMADE COOKIES.

THEN WASH THE SHIT OUT ON THE DISHES TOGETHER UNTIL OUR ENTIRE HANDS GET FUCKING PRUNEY.

WE’LL WATCH OUR KIDS FUCKING GRADUATE AND MOTHER FUCKING TEAR UP LIKE THE BADASS BOSSES WE FUCKING ARE.

WE WILL GROW SO DAMN OLD TOGETHER, WE WILL LOOK LIKE FUCKING RAISINS.

I WILL FUCKING TELL YOU EVERY SINGLE SECOND HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE YOU.

HOLDING EACH OTHER’S FUCKING HANDS SO HARD THAT WE SHIT OUR SELVES.

UNTIL WE DIE AND ROT AS MOTHERFUCKING CORPSES TOGETHER.

TIL DEATH DO US FUCKIN PART.

HAPPILY EVER FUCKING AFTER.

– Unknown

*pardon the language dear…

GIVE ME YOUR SHIT!!

GIVE ME YOUR SHIT!!!

At approximately 10:20pm, a young black male in his mid 20’s, about 5’8, with locs, dark complexion, a scar or two in his face, wearing a white tee with black writing, and light khaki pants attempted to rob me.

As I was walking, a black Pontiac Grand Prix or Grand Am pulled beside me and and someone begin to speak to me. I was listening to my music, phone in my back pocket, but my headphones were visible. I was maybe 30 feet from my front door. The young man in the passenger seat begin to speak to me again. I have always felt safe on my street, in my neighborhood. I honestly thought he was either trying to sell me some bud, or holler. Needless to say, I asked him…

ME: “What you say?” I didn’t hear Ya?
HIM: “Give me that shit?”

I step in closer, cause I’m tired and annoyed…and he repeats himself…

“Give me that shit…I want it all, or I’m gonna bust…”

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I’m so confused. I’m sorry Mr. Fake Ass Robber FuckBoy, I don’t speak this Atlanta shit…

This nigga says… “I’m gon’ shoot you Shawty…give me the shit” and he starts reaching in his pants at the waistline…

I immediately start walking toward my door, but never took my eyes off him.
He gets out the car, and starts walking towards me…I touch my knife in my bag and open it…

HIM: “Shawty…I’m gone bust on Ya now…just give me all that shit…phone bag…everything”

ME: “Oh yeah? Fuck you nigga…SHOOT! Shoot me fuckboy!”

Mama is visiting and I could see the light on in the guest room…the blinds are down, but the window is open…

He walks toward me…

I yell Mammmmaaaaa…like I’m 5, and just fell off my bike…

He jumps back in the vehicle and they reverse all the way down my street…

True story…

It has changed me forever.

I said, “Fuck you…shoot me” with pride and confidence. With no fear in my heart whatsoever ever. I am more afraid now than I was at that moment. I know it was probably the craziest, if not THE craziest thing in my life. Who does that? And why?

I told the officer, that I was tired and annoyed, which I was…am. And that I didn’t see a gun, so I honestly didn’t feel threatened. But I think I just couldn’t believe how passive he was, and that just made me feel like I was in control of the situation. But…as I sit here and write about it…I’m trembling…

I could have gotten killed tonight… In front of my home, by a black man. My heart aches…

Special thanks to the Atlanta Police Department and Officer Holmes, for coming to my aid in my time of need, and being empathetic.

And love to all of you shared a kind word, and showed me some comfort. I truly appreciate it…

Billie Simone © 2014
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TO COURT OR NOT TO COURT

TO COURT OR NOT TO COURT
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To court or not to court, that is the question…

This is the definition of the word, COURT:

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People don’t court anymore. They say that’s “thirst” or being “thirsty”. And I say that’s some bullshit.

In my “youth” I courted my share of women. I remember getting my first credit card at a jewelry store for a gift for my first lover. She wanted a 18KT, diamond cut rope for Christmas. I had just met her the night before Thanksgiving, and here I was making life decisions for a woman I hadn’t even had sex with yet. What can I say? I was courting her.

It’s been many, many, many years since I honestly courted and pursued a woman. Its so easy to fall into a [lesbian] relationship, and/or a “situation” that turns into a relationship. Which is why I really intend to allow a woman to get to know me…ALL of me, before deciding if she wants to court me or be courted by me.

We are always our worst critic, and love disappointments are murder on our egos. And let’s be frank, it takes money, and/or one hell of an imagination to court properly. But again, these days little things are considered corny, and lame. Mixed cd’s, love letters, and promise rings, have been replaced with iPhones, tablets, Retro Air Jordan’s, and red bottoms. Yet still…this is viewed as “tricking”, “chasing”, or “sponsoring”.

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For someone “older”, and new to the single life…it’s a bit confusing. But make no mistake, if I’m “courting” you, I consider you wife material, and I ultimately intend to make you my wife. However, I’m not spending my bread to give or receive head. I am not a sugar mama, sponsor, or an option for a plane ticket to Atlanta. It’s hard out here for the good guy…I swear.

Anyhoo, as I stand in the middle of my crossroads, I contemplate courting…Her. I like her and I honestly feel she’s worthy. She is one of the most intriguing, talented, beautiful, guarded, women I have ever met. I find her quite appealing, and the more time we spend together, the more addicted I become. Her awkwardness and dysfunction excites me… I’m weird. *billie shrug

But what scares me the most about courting… The side effects: addiction to smiles, voices, smells, and tastes. may cause you to neglect yourself, bank account may decrease significantly, daily daydreaming, sexual thoughts that may require you to pack extra underwear, periodic moments of hurt feelings and misunderstandings, and the worst…no guarantees…

Billie Simone © 2014

FYI

Um…it’s the Holidays…and sometimes people conjure up these organizations to “help” others, but really it’s all a scam…so unless it’s a 501(C)(3), be careful who you give your money and goods.

People who to talk a good talk, rarely walk the walk and do things the “proper” way…