Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Blog 112: She Walks these Hills in her Long Princess Dress…

Blog 112: She Walks these Hills in her Long Princess Dress…

Five years ago on a cold Eugene night
My husband came home and I gave him a fright
I told him I was done with the love that we share
His anger and his ways I could no longer bear
There were few in my life, I ever let know the pain
Never did I let anyone in, for I was quite vain.

Today I walk these hills in a Long Princess Dress
I walk with nobility, courage and a certain finesse
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody realizes how far I have come, but me.

The years have flown by, yet my sorrow still lies
From the mistake of choosing a man’s dream over my own still abides
The anger in my mind makes me restless
And yet the heights I have reached leave me quite breathless
Sometimes at night, when the cold wind moans
In a Long Princess Dress, I wonder up and down Jones

I walk these hills in a Long Princess Dress
The feeling of liberty billows in my hair with sweet success
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody realizes how far I have come, but me.

Once I left, I made a promise with the Lord
To live life to my own accord
To be the person I wish to be
And this journey, it has made me so free
Able to accept my destiny
And forge my own identity.

I roam these hills in a Long Princess Dress
The winds wail around me bringing me clarity to help me progress
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody realizes how far I have come, but me.

Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody realizes how far I have come, but me.



(Dude the entire time I have been writing this blog my cat has been rubbing my computer…dude!)

All right…your at a show and you are grooving…sniff sniff…do you smell “Sour D”…perk your tail at attention and move slowly towards the D. When you see the person with said awesomeness turn your head to the side while staring into their eyes….hold their gaze for a brief second…then take your head and rub it all over their shoulder…you might even clench their forearm in the excitement…WHAT WHAT …did you accidently grab the joint in all the cat lovin…how did that happen….

Monday, November 25, 2013

Blog 111: So Many Roads (Lessons on my Path to being a Queen: Part III)

Blog 111: So Many Roads (Lessons on my Path to being a Queen: Part III)

The Lessons I have learned along this path before are Blogs 9 & 29…as well as the heart of most of the blogs I write.

I am acutely aware that I still have a vast mountain to climb before at last I can rest wearily upon my throne…I am no where near the summit…yet I still bask in the risen light…as I stumble blindly along the path, the paragons I have accepted throughout my journey bring me energy and a will of vitality.

I witness the years fly by like the parrots over Telegraph. As I forge towards my destiny I hold close the lessons that have ushered me to this night camp…to rest and reflect back on the metamorphism I have begun and the thoughts I wish to share…

(Please Note: I started to write this Blog and had to go back and make sure that instead of talking about everyone in general, I just talked about me, I need to use “I” more…for one of the many lessons I have learned…is one should only talk about one’s own feelings…for those are the ones we utter with truth.)

So here are more of my lessons, on my path, to being my Queen…

-There is no point in pretending that I know how shit is going to turn out…and if it does turn out the way I have always hoped....it lacks a certain satisfaction of the unknown and the mystery.

-Telling the truth is way less complex than lies…with so much going on in my life, being honest is so much more easier to recall….and short-term memory loss is totally an issue…

-Hanging out with myself is time that I cherish…The art of being by oneself and truly enjoying it is something I believe we should all master…there is a Zen & an elegance to solitude.

-Music heals all pain (Especially Donny Hathaway) but when it comes to matters of the heart…sometimes I just got to shop to dull the hurt.

-There is a joy in labor found…and we all have to work…so we might as well enjoy it!

-It will all work out, it always does…the way it was suppose to.

-My farts do smell bad…this lesson sucks…and stinks.

-The really really awesome shit that happens, usually comes from the biggest pile of shit…and if life was always brilliant, I would not see the contrast of the light and dark...and its divine simplicity.

-It is better to be kind than to be right. (trust me…swallow those mean words…and let the petty shit go…some stuff just is not worth the time and negative energy)

-I should drink more water…

-Alcohol and parting can cause miscommunications.

-It doesn’t matter who the fuck you are…you can be the greatest musician, a scientist, a server or a random person on the corner….ain’t no one is fucking better or should be treated any different than anyone else…and I will tell that straight to your face no matter who you are…

-That saying “If you don’t have anything nice to say don’t, don’t say anything at all.” Is a really fucking hard rule to follow…but man if I do…no one can really say anything bad about me.

-The truth doesn’t always sound nice…but it feels fucking great to say..sometimes adding words like "totally" & "awesomeness" can dull the blow and help the understanding begin...totally.

-What is my truth, someone might not understand, revere its relevance or understand its valor…which is why the truth is mine and no one elses.

-In allowing a friend/family a mistake…I give acceptance for them to do the same to me.

-Forgiveness is sometimes a hard act to fufill…but helps focus my attention on things I should be focused on and not the silly stuff.

-Someone else’s problem with someone, has nothing the fuck to do with me or anyone else…that issue needs to stay between those peeps…and I need to stay away (Unless violence is going down…in which case…GLITTER BOMB to confuse everyone.)

-Money comes and goes, if I work my ass off and am a good person…shit will be all right.

-My Mom and Dad are right about shit 102% of the time.

-If I had the patience to let things unfold, I wouldn’t have to dream….just believe.

-Breathing helps a lot.

-Being self-conscious is stupid…I just need to rock that shit out.

-Talking in a calming manner is always crucial, people will listen better, and if I feel the need to yell…I just might want to leave. (Yelling is not attractive.)

-Being strong 24/7 is impossible.

-My eyes are the most green when I cry…I think they are the most beautiful then.

-When having an important talk…walking always helps…I am moving in a forward direction.

-I live a blessed a life…shit could be a hella lot worse….like what if I lived in Florida…yikes!

-Family is the most important thing in my life, whether it is the bond I form with my blood, my friends or within myself.

-Sacrifices have long-term benefits.

-Life can be short….so I need to trust my gut, believe in my feelings and don’t let a damm thing get in my way…grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

-I would not get anywhere if I did not try and give it all my effort.

-Risks can feel like jumping off a cliff….so make sure the water is deep enough, there are no rocks underneath and pray for a graceful landing and jump baby!

-Rainbows are awesome & so are you!

-Unicorns do exist (even if only in my mind…and if Noah had collected them like God had asked for in the "Arc Song" they would be running around playing their silly little games in plan sight!)

-Glitter makes almost anything look better…almost anything.

-Not everyone is as fond of glitter as I am….I am still really shocked by this.

-Dudes that don’t have an actual pillowcase or real sheet are not my cup of tea.

-Finding what you like is not about one being picky, but an inner honesty that we all should address…our ways and thoughts don’t necessary need to have reason…they might not be thought out….they just are what one finds comfort in…nothing really else matters.

-Tie-Dye is the shit. (Wearing rainbows encourages smiles!)

-I always make sure that those who helped pave my way are taken care of before I am…they have earned that right…so many people today forget respect for the ones that have come before you…that have helped us get to where we are…never forget!

-Some people I will never understand…and some people will never get me…I need to be nice and move on…Me being me (awesomeness) all the time is the only thing that can really change people’s pre-conceived notions…besides, who really gives a shit about what someone that doesn’t know you thinks.

-Procrastination is my greatest fault…as I think about what I really regret…it is the time I did not spend in action, trying to move my dreams forward.

-I change and evolve everyday…I must have hope and faith that everyone is on the same path to righteousness…our roads are all many, simply not all the same.

-The goal to everyday should be AWESOMENESS…to fulfill it to ever part of its meaning and capacity…one is able to do that through seeing the good in the bad…the sparkle in the muted, the color in the gray…the root of being awesomeness lies within the understanding that we and everything in its own right is AWESOME.

-To be happy is both a hard and easy thing…it is what I should concentrate the most on…for when I am truly happy I am floored at the power of my light.

-A smile can break down a thousand walls.

-If I never get to being a Queen…it is cool…cause my Road is the most beautiful road for me.



All right in all honesty I have no idea why it took me so freaking long to think of this dance move, must have been the “Arc” line.

Now this dance move is mostly for stealing joints and bumping butts!

Start by raising your right arm and having it extend from you nose…take you left arm behind you and make a small “swooshing” tail. Start to walk forward tossing your butt from side to side and walking in a stumbling fashion (people may think you are loaded, shocking…but in reality you are clearing a path for the peeps behind you.) Stretch your neck out and really let your arm/trunk fly….stamp your feet, shake your head and turn into a “sassy” elephant for a second…then with your trunk grab a joint that is about to passed and start smoking it…if the person gives you shit…turn back into “sassy” elephant and toke it down!

Friday, October 11, 2013

Blog 110: Dealing with being Horny (Love Tales Part VII)

Blog 110: Dealing with being Horny (Love Tales Part VII)

(Love Tales Parts I-V are blogs 10, 17, 35, 47, 60 & 89…they are some of my most scariest to write…i try to keep my heart blocked off from so many people…it is one of the reasons I write my diaries…so that I cannot hide behind the hurt.)

Well…some months ago I wrote about “puma-ing that shit up” and how I would save dealing with being horny for another day…

And let me tell you…I am one hell of a Puma!

I also wrote that I was ready for a relationship…and low and behold…I had a short lived one…that had some really awesome moments and some seriously Telemundo like moments and the whole thing left me not only hurt but mad at myself for not listening to my gut.

It made me think…

“I can’t believe I actually humped that dude!”

In fact when I look back at the three men that I have had relationships with since I left my husband I think I have the, “I can’t believe I actually humped that dude” thought with all of them…yikes!

This was not a good realization…my choice in men suck!

I need to fix is problem…asap!

So ever since the dissolution of the short lived soap opera of a union…I have been striving to grapple with me being horny…because in all honesty…being horny is way easier than coping with being hurt and made to feel like a fool.

I try to convince myself that I can just have sex with a man…and have no feelings…but in good faith I know it not to be true…while it is not always love…it is something…something I can’t put words to…something that lingers.

These notions loitering on my soul of thought may be the reasons attributed to the brokenness of my heart that I laminated about in my last love tale.

Instead of putting blame on others, maybe it was I…my shortcoming with putting less worth on myself than I was owed…my lust overpowering my thought.

The yearning to be loved.

The unquenchable action of touch.

It is a hard addiction to break.

Sometimes I miss being caressed…but my heart is stronger than it has been of late…and my focus on the greater path more in tune.

To be quite honest…I have not been on sabbatical…I am human…I have needs…and while I am “dealing with being horny” that by no means acknowledges that the issue has been dealt with.

But I am totally making the effort….98% of the time.

I am trying to take my time with boys…because I am worth the wait, and the effort…and the dinner(s)…just saying…

And I really, really, really, really, really, REALLY do not want to have that, “I can’t believe I actually humped that dude!” thought in my mind again…it is really not good for my self worth.

I don’t have time to deal with being hurt…it way fucks up all the awesome shit I got going on for me right now…I can’t waist my time on shit that stands in the way of my destiny…I am a motherfucking princess…

Damm…I thought I had realized this shit about myself…self-evolvement is intense!


But I must continually better myself if I am to walk my path that has been set in motion.

Cause this has nothing to do with me being a princess…it is about me being a motherfucking Queen.


THE UNICORN (This Dance move requires a Fist full of Glitter)

You wanna start by putting your pointer and middle finger together and on top of your head making a horn, put you right hand which is full of glitter behind your back. Start to gallop around and shake your head from side to side…prance up to a friend, lift your leg and let the glitter fly down between your legs…who is a glitter shitting unicorn…you are!

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Blog 109: Through this World of Trouble (Walking the Walk Part IV)

Blog 109: Through this World of Trouble (Walking the Walk Part IV)

Walking the Walk, Parts I, II & III are Blogs 26, 56 & 86…They are some of my favorites that I hold very close…here we go again…

“This world is not our home…We're only passing through…Our trail is all made up…Way beyond the blue …Let us do the very best that we can…While we're travelin' through this land…We can all be together, shakin' a hand…When we make it to the promised land…If we walk together, little children…We don't ever have to worry…Through this world of trouble…We gotta love one another”

One of my bosses once told me that FAMILY is like an Ant Hill…we all have our Role, our Part…and it is our job to carry four times our weight and work twice as hard for everyone else until the day we die…

Sometimes I forget…that it is not just me…that it is all of us…

Last month…I called a lot of friends out…”You need to work harder…You can’t talk to people all bitchy like, you have to find a way to communicate…We have to act accordingly, no matter how the other person is behaving…You have to stay true to your role, you can not falter cause it is easy…You need to change your attitude…”

And so forth and so forth.

Then in the middle of my frustration, I remembered what my other boss always says…

“When you point a finger at someone…you got three pointing back at yourself!”

My eyes wandered towards my heart, I took a heavy sigh and slapped myself upside the head. (Please note: If you are like a certain princess and are still dealing with the ramifications of a head injury, slapping oneself upside the head is not necessarily the best idea…I totally had to take a time out…it could be I just really wanted to smoke a bowl…it is up for grabs, totally…anyhoo…)

For while I was elegant and put forth only good intentions towards my ramblings and laments to my friends…was I only Talking the Talk…was I truly Walking the Walk…and if I am going to preach baby preach…I better have some action behind that shit.

If I am going to say that I am family, that I am a princess, that I am deserving of good…then I need not simply spew ideals with a judgmental glare…I need to strut righteously towards the light and never look back.

“Our bible reads…Thou shall not be afraid…Of the terror by night…Nor the arrow that flies by day…Nor for the pestilence…That waiteth in the darkness…Nor for the destruction…That waiteth in the noon-day hour…If we walk together, little children…We don't ever have to worry…”

Who am I to cast the first stone…I do not possess perfection…I am with sin…to get mad or angry or frustrated at a friend because they are not acting the way I want them to act…is me being a hypocrite…cause God knows, my actions don’t make everyone happy…But I do what I need to do…for me…

The only thing that I can ask of anyone…is the only thing they can ask of me…

To have good intentions…to be positive…to have an open-mind…to not judge…to simply be good…and through this world of trouble we have to love one another…

For we are all in this together…and if I am to understand this action correctly…It won’t be the Promise Land till we are ALL THERE.

FAMILY is about love, compromise, forgiveness, being the better person, caring, selflessness and the deep routed belief of… “Yes we can!”

Instead of me calling people out…I need to just act accordingly…for my actions define me…not the words that are coming out of mouth.

I need to remember what the true “goal” is…

“We can all be together, forever and ever…When we make it to the Promised Land…”



So my friend might have gotten my cats some toys…totally.

Start this dance move by getting your groove on…when you are ready focus in on a point on the dance floor…arch your back…start moving your butt back and forth super fast…then spring five feet forward bringing both hands together….smell your hands…look around feverishly…then start to run around the dance floor batting an imaginary toy between both hands…after about two minutes…stop your hands…look around for the lost ball…no luck…ratford!...time to start chasing your tail!

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Blog 108: MY HAIGHT STREET (Jammin Chronicles-Part V/To Be San Franciscan-Part II)

Blog 108: My Haight Street (Jammin Chronicles-Part V/To Be San Franciscan-Part II)

My Jammin Chronicles Parts I-IV are blogs 81, 84, 91 & 102…my first “To Be San Franciscan” Blog is 88…what is up with two blogs in one…deal with peeps, sometimes worlds collide.

I found it fitting to write this blog today…this week…

As a native San Franciscan….there are certain places around the city that make memories swirl in my head and my heart swell with pride…Golden Gate Park (Shakespeare Garden for that super intense feelings,) Ocean Beach, Sutro Baths, that park by my second High School 3 blocks north of California and Broderick…and Haight Street.

Haight Street was the first place in San Francisco I could go at a young age and entertain myself…it is the first place a smoked pot…it is where I found my style…went for a trip...it is where I met my first boyfriend.

(***PRINCESS SIDE NOTE*** Haight Street is where my first rule of boyfriends was created… “Don’t ever go out with a dude you met on Haight Street.”…Ladies…to be specific…if the dude Lives on Haight Street…and I mean actually lives on the street itself…Don’t do it…that shit will cost you a lot of money and grief and he will not smell good…I learned that at a very young age…don’t make my same mistakes…oh my poor parents.)

For me…as a teenager who did not have a lot of friends and didn’t really fit in…I felt at home on Haight Street…until Jerry Died…then everything changed.

While I still hung out from time to time…I switched my focus to the park…cause with our Shinning Star gone…a bleak-ness took over the street.

The sparkle had drifted, becoming lack-luster in mourning… “gone where the days we stopped to decided…where we would go…we just ride….”

When I left to go to college…I wouldn’t come back to visit Haight Street…it was still depressing…and had a “hardness” to it… I simply could not phathom where it came from.

When I moved back 12 years later…I still never sauntered down to the street…it seemed like a waste of time…like I was taking those awesome memories and laughing in their face.

Then I a little over a year ago…my friend bought the store on MY corner of Haight and Masonic. (I say he is my friend with great pride now…but the truth is, when he bought the store, he was just some guy who I was introduced to from my ex-boyfriend, who the first time I hung with I ate way to many cookies…I was hungry!...and passed out in front of a door…not slick on my part at all)…I didn’t know this dude very well at all…but the first day of the store I was there…not for him…but for the little girl that used to hang out right there (I am pointing)…for what that corner made her feel, believe and inspire to be.

And that is why this Princess works where she works…and why I am now not just the Princess of the Tenderloin…but the Princess of Haight Street as well.

It is my company’s mission to revitalize Haight Street to what it used to be and can be…so that one can come down to this historical mecca and really feel the inspiration…the beat…the flavor…the rainbows…the stimulation. And as a woman who has seen Haight Street at its darkest moments…I feel the vibrancy running back into the street’s veins…the pillars of Haight see it too…if I may quote Mom, “Since you all got the store, a new life is back, a joy…you can feel it…you can see it…thank you!” (She said this with tears and pride in her eyes.)

And the little girl inside me knows it to…she sees it in the children she sparkles, in the people that look up and drop their jaw at the breathing ceiling, that join her hoola hooping on the street, as the bubbles she blows make people’s eyes wander amaze, the passer byers she startles with Foxy Monster Hats…or entertains many with crazy gluing money to the street for hours of cheap thrills and giggles.

As I walk in any direction from the store and see the glitter on the street…I know I have left my mark on Haight Street…and my mark fucking sparkles bitches!!!!

Be warned…don’t mess with my corner….I will dump party cups full of glitter on you, and don’t try to tell me you have been here since 98…cause child…I have been at this intersection since 92…boooshhhhhhh.

That is why I come to Haight Street six to seven days a week…yeah, it has to do with the money, with my friends, with the fact that I got to…but the real underlining factor…is that this is my City…San Francisco is my Home, and who the fuck am I to be calling myself a Princess of any part of this place if I ain’t fucking giving back.

If I am not making it better kingdom…Who am I? I have a name to live up to…as well as we have a legacy to carry on…another prank to accomplish….

I also do it for that awkward red-headed teenager that didn’t know where the fuck to go, what the fuck to do …who didn’t know whom or what to believe…I do it for the lost young me…to remind her that she can do whatever she wants to do…be the person she wishes to be…that she has a destiny.

It is funny…sometimes when don’t know what direction to go…you just got to wander your hot ass Home…and find the “you” you wished to be.



Some people…whom could I be talking about…like to conduct the music at shows…so for this dance, all you got to do is head up to the front…make sure everyone in the band has a good view…put your arms up and start conducting…letting each player know when to play, to silence, to lift…to carry…point to each one, go all crazy at some point…arms flaying in the air…after all this is your music…and your show…conduct that shit.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Blog 107: Patience

Blog 107: PATIENCE

The ideal of Patience has been running around my head as of late…I have been yearning to write this blog for some time…but I have been so busy…it started to frustrate me…my lack of solitude and rest…my need to have the ability to focus eloquently…sometimes you just got to wait that shit out…

My dictionary says the definition of Patience is:

“Calm endurance of hardship…Tolerant perseverance…The capacity for calm self-possessed waiting…”

As I stare down at the word PATIENCE in the dictionary and admire the words that match it’s meaning…what draws me close to the word is the strength attached to such a delicate script. While it seems soft and quiet as letters lined together…it’s meaning holds power and reverence as well as leads to calmness and serenity.

As a Princess…it is everything I hope to be.

What a powerful virtue Patience is.

As my birthday passed and I move into what I believe is my holy year of 33…I ponder my missions I hope to accomplish…things I wish to change…the person I hope to be…the shedding of the still bound cocoon of self-doubt that has not allowed me to be truly free or acutely me.

Patience, forbearance, fortitude…self-controlled submission is my wish for this year.

The ability to let the breath complete its journey.

To surrender and believe what shall be…will be.

Giving myself true tenacity and faith in the outcome.

I feel like patience and faith go hand in hand.

To have the complete trust and confidence that everything happens for a reason…

As I get older I have realized that the things that I don’t have to wait out, the things that come easy and require no determination are the things that let me down…that bring no real satisfaction….

Yet the things I strive for over time…that I don’t settle for…that for so long, I simply gaze in admiration for…with a baited breath of fortitude…that take years of work….and bring me to tears of longing from time to time…are the things that not only quench my thirst once finally accomplished…but are also the ignition to my fire of inspiration.

If I lack patience…I am void of my ability to see the whole picture…I become so zeroed in one aspect…that what I have conviction is the answer, I am blind to see is only the question.

Sometimes my mind moves so fast and it just wants and wants and wants…I don’t give it enough room to ponder what it needs…how my wants might actually be inner battles I should face…to make space for potential in need of a place to roam.

After all…I have always been more of a walker than a runner…maybe it is required I teach my desires that pace as well.

So this year I will be the best Princess that I can be…and simply follow that creed.

And remind myself constantly that I can’t see it all…but it will unfold…one day at a time.



(***Princess views***…while this is the dance move of the week, may I on a personal note say that I do not believe in men having hard hair…I have a saying, “If the hair is crusty or greasy…so is the dude”…but a dance move is a dance move no less.)

All right…so start grooving…now pull out your hair gel…go old school and use the one that comes in a little jar (you can wash it out and use it for your nuggets when it is empty…twofer!)…unscrew the lid…go three fingers deep in that action…and rub your hand together…make sure you get the goo moving…now take both hands and slick back your hair on each side at least three times, really following the curve of your head…give yourself a finger comb on the top and a little “pouted lip affect” for an added bonus and keep grooving down…you might need to wash your hands afterwards…just saying.

Monday, May 20, 2013

Blog 106: Online Dating...Yikes! (Dating Diaries Part IV)

Blog 106: Online Dating...Yikes! (Dating Diaries Part IV)

Dating Diaries Part 1-3 are Blogs 7, 24 & 72.

Who doesn’t want to be loved, who doesn’t want to be held, and caressed, to have someone whisper in your ear how much you are adored…who doesn’t want a hand to hold, a shoulder to rest a tired head…an arm one can nuzzle underneath and feel warm and safe…who doesn’t want to be loved?

But having these feeling cannot be forced.

For a long time I took a time-out from dating, I focused on work and just enjoyed being with my friends and by myself…but a run in with an old lover made me want to get out there again and meet new people.

So I went out on a rendezvous with a man that had been calling me for a month…it was the worst night of my life…his car was so fancy I was scared of opening and closing the door…he took me to a Maroon 5 concert (my ears were mad a me for like two weeks) and oh…he confessed to me on the car ride home that he was still married and him and his wife still live together…when I got home, I simply sat and put my head in my hands and came to the realization that if I was going to date…I was going to need some help.

I asked my friends, family & colleges what I should do…90% of them said I should try Online dating…which I have never been a fan off…it just seemed unnatural, not real, a waste of my time…yet a friend offered to pay for it just so I would try, another compared it to shopping…and I REALLY like to shop…so hell, I thought why not…besides Jazzfest was coming up and I needed something new to fill up my time and not think about the fact that I wasn’t there.

So I became an Online Dater.

I made my profile, which I kept very short, honest and to the point. It spoke of how I was awesome, sparkled, believed in unicorns and smelled good. (I did not require myself to inscribe a five page novel like others had on the site)…then I started to answer questions that confused the fuck out of me and had no relevance to anything I believed to be important in dating.

I was skeptical at first to meet anyone, and it took about two weeks for me to build up the nerve to actually go on a date. I get so weirded out by dudes…one went on and on about finding parking for the date…after the third message about finding good parking I just stopped responding…if he was going to fret so much about that shit…hell no…I finally settled on meeting a gentleman for a walk around the block…so I could plan as many escape routes as possible. He turned out to be an awesome person…not in the meaning that we would flutter well together, but simply he was a good guy…his dog was even cooler! I am a sucker for a cute pup.

Having broken my online dating cherry, I tried to get comfortable in my shopping shoes…I went out on about 12 dates in a 2 ½ week period.

I went out with two different Bulgarians, I don’t think I had ever met a Bulgarian before, one attempted to tongue plunger my mouth when it came time to kiss…I wonder how my esophagus tastes? I met a man with the Largest Nose I have ever seen….I could not concentrate on a thing he said…I kept thinking about whether the nose would be a good or a bad thing if he was going down on me…after day dreaming through two questions from him I realized I simply had to leave the date…but my curiosity still lingers. One day I sandwiched two dates in, both were so depressing I contemplated the need for a disappearing cape, and they both took a form of a pill during meal time which they did not explain and I am still inquisitive about. Another date had that “dead tooth in the mouth” kinda breathe…ewwwwwwwwwww….did I not mention the importance of smelling good?

All this dating left me tired, a couple pounds heavier and frustrated.

Yup…this Online dating thing…is NOT for this princess.

(I actually think the whole “dating” thing is not for me…but that is another blog in its entirety.)

I did like that I got to meet a different kind of man than I was accustomed to meeting…I needed that…that was the good part of Online Dating.

The Bad part of Online Dating for me…was how it felt forced.

When I was Online I would rate a man by his pictures, how tall he was, how he came across in a written self-summary of what he thought was important, not what I give relevance to…I would look at him and judge.

That is not me in person.

In person I could give a shit about how tall you are, what you look like…I want to know how you smell, if you can talk to a woman of my magnitude with ease, how you move, your smile, the gleam in the corner of your eye…how your light emanates from your being…that is what first attracts me to a man…not pictures someone picks out that they think represents them…I like to submerge myself into someone in the raw…the real them…not this fake name with a sterile image.

Besides, I don’t have time to waste on a man that might not smell good.

I don’t even know if I want a relationship right now…I am a busy bitch…I definitely don’t want to squander my precious time…I spent way to many years married to a man that simply made me feel bad about being me…I don’t know if I am capable of the surrender of my heart again…I just know if it is suppose to happen, it will happen.

And more importantly, I am not lonely…I have a lot of love in my life, and I can get laid…I don’t want to push love on myself…I want it to grow naturally, organically, when I am ready….when it is presented in the right light…not because I feel it is something that I have to do…

And I need not waste my time on that action, I have really important stuff I have to do…I have people to sparkle, bubbles to blow, buttwalks to hike & friends to love…I need to keep my priorities straight…and simply let what is going to occur….befall upon me…and have faith in the outcome.


(I have been waiting for sometime to do this dance)

All right, have you ever gone by those Car Sale Lots and seen the dude in front that they have the wind blowing into that looks like noodles…yup this is that dance.

Stick your feet & knees together and spread your arms out wide…keeping your feet and knees still, wobble your thighs up from side to side and front to back letting your self kinda do a flop-half-nod kinda thing…or as I like to say, “Noodle Man Dance that shit up!”

Friday, April 19, 2013

Blog 105: “Change Comes from Within” (Looking in the Mirror, Part I)

Blog 105: “Change Comes from Within” (Looking in the Mirror, Part I)

“I'm Gonna Make A Change, For Once In My Life…
It's Gonna Feel Real Good, Gonna Make A Difference
Gonna Make It Right . . .”

A couple months ago my bosses took me out to dinner…as we walked through crack central we got the usual spare change action…unlike myself, who ambled through not looking up or paying attention, one of my bosses slowed his saunter, looked an asking beggar in the eye…and said the words… “Change Comes from Within.”

I figured he had some serious nuts…but damm…I had no idea they were that big!

Cause what can anyone really say to that…that was some heavy truth that spilled out of his mouth…if I was hiding a crack rock in my mouth that line would have made me sallow it for sure…just saying.

For the truth can make you gulp for a big breath of air.

What I really like about “Change Comes from Within” is that is does not just refer to the figure against the wall with their hand out…it is some advice that we all need scream at ourselves in the mirror.

Everyday…all the time…it is the only way to self-satisfaction.

There are numerous things in this life that make us unhappy or doubtful or weak and the only possible way to fix anything that brings us sorrow or feelings of lacked potential is the effort we make within ourselves.

It is somewhat comical how True Change usually is the result of loss, sorry, and intense humbling….or totally making an ass out of yourself…that one always makes you think…

We can all sit around being pissed and angry with tears rolling down our cheeks…or we can Stand and Walk and Be better people…push ourselves to work harder, to make more efforts, to believe in the good, to come to terms with what we distain about ourselves…and emanate positivity.

No matter what it is in our life that we disagree with, we have the power to change it all.

We just have got to have enough guts to do it.

When you put that kind of responsibility on yourself…and you fulfill your intentions with true action…you inspire others to better themselves…to have faith in the powers we hold within.

And in holding oneself accountable for the gift of change we become more empathetic to other’s faults and short comings…for we have battled wars of the same or different sorts inside ourselves as well…we know how fierce the fight can be…how pillaging of energy the effort is…how sometimes hope can seem so bleak…

How seeing others accomplish their goals ignites a fire of belief.

Change comes from within…no matter what we are not content with…it starts with us.

You don’t like it that someone doesn’t work…or put forth what you think is a good enough effort…work fucking harder…accomplish more for yourself…inspire them…or become to busy to even worry about it.

You don’t like how someone is treating you or someone else…make sure you are nice as fuck to everybody…times 11…go that extra mile for people you don’t even know….cause being good to one another encourages others to be good, even if it never reaches who you want it to reach…it will…there is a ripple…

You don’t like how you look…go stand in front of the looking glass and slap yourself a couple times…cause you have got to believe that you are the shit!

***Changing yourself within is the simple act of Karma coming to Actuality.***

Changing yourself to be the best You that You can be…

Is all the change you need.

…I'm Starting With The Man In The Mirror
I'm Asking Him To Change His Ways
And No Message Could Have Been Any Clearer
If You Wanna Make The World A Better Place
Take A Look At Yourself, And Then Make A Change…”



First you have got to put on you “Daddy is Mad face”…give it a stern look with some tight eyes and one side of your lips ripped back…now hear something…put your hand to you ear so you can catch it all (nothing gets past daddy!) Take two steps forward and start to shake your finger and yell…now take two more steps forward and SPANK SPANK!...cause you know that daddy will spank you if you make him mad!
*** Added moves to the dance include smelling the hand after spanking and/or putting baby powder on the hand before spanking…

Friday, March 22, 2013

Blog 104: I am NOT a Cougar!

Blog 104: I am NOT a Cougar!

(Disclaimer: Yup it is one of those Blogs…if you are my Parents…DO NOT READ…if you are friends of my parents…pretend you never saw this…if you are going to message me or comment about how I should not carry myself this way…than fuck off and don’t read…I am who I am and these are my diaries…if you like my raunchy blogs, than by all means grab a bowl…sit back and get ready to know way to much about this Princess.)

I am not a Cougar! (I say this in the Kindergarten Cop “It’s not a tumor” voice.) I actually thought I was but then I told my friend about it and she was like, “You are too young to be a cougar…you are a PUMA!”

She then broke it down to me….women who are 30-39 are Pumas…women who are 40-49 are Cougars and women that are 50+ are Jaguars…all this time I thought I was just educating the youth of America….can I get a “grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr” bitches.

And well as of late…I have been “Pumaing” that shit up…totally…so keep your 20 year olds locked up moms…she is loose!

After careful consideration and thought ponder…I think I am finally ready for a relationship again…maybe..only if it reaches my standards (and I am a princess so that is a pretty high skyscraper) and while I think I might be ready to start dating again…for real this time and not just half ass) a thought occurred to me… “I am way to horny to be going on dates.”

Cause lets be honest…I am a red-head…I am hormonal…I need to get laid on a regular basis (it is the only thing about being married that I really truly miss.)

And if I don’t have sex…I get all flaaaa-clemted, irritated and can’t think straight…the left side of my brain kinda goes higher than the right and I get this squint eye thing…and I might go around air-humping my co-workers….the whole think is quite disturbing.

But I don’t want to have sex with someone who I might consider being in a relationship with…I want to get to know them…build something…and I can’t be doing that if I have getting freaking on the brain…no no no.

So my solution has been to find a young…tall…big footed cub…that can handle me (that proved to be an issue…) that I would have no attachment with other than to climb them backwards once or twice a week…so I could go through this dating action-ness without having sex on the brain.

I feel that this solution is awesomeness….because not only does it help me think right…but I am making the better lovers of tomorrow.

For example, my first cub…I started with him two years ago when he was at the ripe age of 19…he used to not go down on girls when I first met him…I think he had had a “bad pussy” moment or something (ladies…I shower a shit-ton and so should you!)…I explained to him that I was like “The Iron Chef Cuisine” of Pussy and he can’t say he didn’t like something till he had the best…well you know what…homie goes down now!…a couple months ago I asked him if he chowed down on his new girlfriend’s muff and he replied with a big smile and a “Yes I do…thanks Sunny.”

And until recently I had forgotten about the stamina of youth and their willingness to please…but then a young co-worker said I should get together with his friend…I was like “noooooooooooooooo” then I met his six foot five friend and looked at him and was like “Totally!”…I don’t think the youngen had ever experienced a woman like me…he was in somewhat shock…when he realized that you can see us in my mirrored headboard…I saw a shiver go down his spin…I had to giggle. I did get the quote of the month from this experience…

In his own words…”This is the best Apartment ever! I got beer…we smoked weed…had the most mind blowing sex ever…there are lasers…and great music…Who would ever leave!”

Alas I don’t think this young thing could handle a woman like me…but I believe I did give him hope for a better tomorrow.

After this encounter the Puma in me had been resurrected…and the hunt was on…that is the problem with me being horny…when I get satisfied…I just want more…figures.

I waited as long as I could…but then my head began to do that twitching thing that it does…and I knew…I could not lick my own paws…

So out I went on a mission…and found myself ordering a drink next to a 6 foot 6 young thing…I sniffed him…looked up and down and out came the words… “You are tall!”…He turned, gazed down and smiled…I kept going…”Your hands are huge!” his grin got bigger and before he could retort I questioned his age…when he informed me that he was 25…my eyes got wide and I stood on my toes and exclaimed in my highest of high voices,… “I’m a Puma!”

After explaining to him what that was and an evening of conversation…I had a new student or so I thought…cause unlike the last cublet…I did not have to teach this one a damm thing…wow…I never knew how awesome a strong jaw came in handy on a dude…wow…for a while there my eyes would not stop rolling back in my head…wow…totally!

Oh, my cubs…they do have a soft spot in my heart.

I must admit…as of late…I have been thinking ever so clear and I have been able to get a whole lot of work done…which I really needed to do.

And I know…I have to learn how to deal with being horny…but if I don’t have to…welllllllllllllllllll shit…why should I.

That will be a lesson I save myself for another day.

Until then…if you a young lad and walking down the street and hear a Puma roar…I would look out…or put your seatbelt on…and remember to keep your arms inside the vehicle.



This is an ever so simple dance move…just walk up to someone…give them a sniff…lick your right hand, put your head back and as you shake your head let out a fierce, “ROOOOOOAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR”…bat your eyes and lick your paw again...grrrrrrrrrrrr.

Please make sure your breath is awesomeness before letting out your ROAR…cause that is just proper princess action right there!

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Blog 103: There is Always Room for another Princess

Blog 103: There is Always Room for another Princess

There is always room for another Princess…in fact, I cherish meeting one…an independent woman, full of nobility, laughter, pride and strength.

My kingdom is not threaten by another…My kingdom encourages more Princesses wanting to me Queens…but knowing many lessons must come before assentation is granted.

You can tell when you meet a true Princess…she has a smile upon her face…an emulating grace.

There is a whimsical elegance in her moves, a sexy strut that many are lured to and encompassed by as she continues to saunter through.

A true Princess has sense of peace, a glowing ray of positivity…she is kind and polite and always tries to end any encounter on a good note.

She will state her opinion with a firm formality and hold tight upon her views, yet she realizes once things are said there is no need to try to teach those who desire not to be taught…and that everyone has a right to their opinion.

A true Princess knows she does not know everything.

There is always another seat at the table for a lady that holds her own, that brings more laughter, more perceptions, more diversity and more truth.

A true Princess supports her piers, she brings them together and does not try to tear them apart.

A true Princess shares.

Often she puts aside her differences and takes a breath…and continues on her journey…knowing that her path is her path.

Yes, there is always room for another princess, they are welcome…and should be made to feel so everywhere they go.

There is NO more room for another bitch…nor does anyone want another…this world is full of enough.

Ones that send out negative glares and stares…who talk from a split tongue with no real knowledge behind their words…

The girls that gang up on a lady because their friends say to, or get jealous of the attention a man gives another.

(A true Princess is over the attention of some men…the ones that fawn and touch at drunken times and get in their dancing space…as well as…a true Princess knows that and acknowledges that sometimes it is another’s time to shine, to be loved, to be cherished…sometimes we have to take the back seat…not because our veracity is less…but simply we all have our time and our moment…and while ours might not be today, that does not mean that we cannot relish in our friend’s time.)

There is NOT more room for cattiness and women I call “hoovers” that suck all they can from people…ladies get a job, get your own drugs, learn how to pay for shit...and stop wasting everyone’s time talking trash about action you don’t even know about.

There is ALWAYS room for another Princess that has a good work ethic, a blessed heart and knows her worth a lady.

A true Princess does not judge on the past of others…especially if they have learned from their mistakes…for we have lessons that we need to learn and darkness in our past that make our light shine that much more incandescently

A true Princess demands the best…not for reason of greed or spite…but because she gives the best, she has come to the opinion long ago that anything one does is only worth it...if you do it right.

A true Princess is not afraid to shine…she refuses to cloak her brightness…sometimes when she tilts her head back…beams of sunlight seem to unveil from her being.

A True Princess only uses her light for what is right.

Yes, there is always room for another Princess, another Kingdom that will make this world an even better place…for the Promise Land is not a lonely place...and it was not built in a day, nor by one person or even a pair…it was and is brought to us by many…willing and wanting to bask in the brilliance of one another.


(As a native San Franciscan, I spent my youth during the summers at Camp Mather…we had bears here…I remember a worker there told me to scare a bear away, act like a monkey…cause they have never seen one before...way to inspire a dance!)


This is a two person dance move just to let you all know…first you need the bear (a Foxy Monster hat always helps) so the bear person should put their hands in the air and give out a nice “ROOOOOAAAAARRRRR” and amble towards the other dancer. The “Monkey” then should let out high pitched shrieks and odd noises and start pounding their chest and hopping from side to side and raise their arms and proceed to jump towards the Bear. The bear then gets a confused look on his face, maybe scratch the side of his head…the monkey at this points needs to continue to act like a monkey…maybe claw itself in the armpits and smell and hop around…The Bear…not knowing what the fuck this thing is runs off into the dance floor…leaving the monkey more room to get down!

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Blog 102: To Be Jammin (Jammin Chronicles Part IV)

Blog 102: To Be Jammin (Jammin Chronicles Part IV)

My Jammin Chronicles Parts I-III are blogs 81, 84 & 91

I must admit…I had to be converted, but once I saw the way the rainbows hit the light and created everlasting positivity…I began to have the faith…

And a self-stability I never knew existed.

Cause once you get it…you get it.

The Definition of Jammin:
Doing what you love, and having a damm good time while you are doing it.

I learned a lot this past year, and it ended with an educational bang…

For a long time I had struggled with what to do with my life? What direction to start to wander in?

Having been married for so long, I was lost trying to do it on my own. (When you spend so much time trying to please someone else…the act of making yourself satisfied starts in a confusing state.)

It took me getting hit upside the head to change my ways…literally upside the head…after having a serious head injury and seeing the intense ramifications concussions can have to your dome (a double one at that) I have new respect for my health and reoccurring visions of me needing a helmet.

But the blow brought clarity…at first, making me feel dizzy from the fields of serenity that imploded throughout my forehead.

And as I tried to make sense of it all and figure out my path, I stumbled upon a way of life…that seemed so pure and eloquent…quite simply…it just clicked…

It was the Jammin way of life…based on key principals that have been taught way before the apple of temptation bore its tree from seed.

It is to follow the golden rule of life. (Did you know that the color gold sparkles?)

And the people who take this journey surround themselves with brilliant, luminous, rich colors that envelopes oneself and disperses the negativity with glistening prisms that just makes everything seem better.

Because it really is going to all be okay.

To be Jammin is to encourage everyone to be Jammin.

To find in your life what truly makes you happy and make it your path.

It is to encourage everyone to be great.

That competition is not a bad thing, but only an opportunity for you to demand better of yourself.

Jammin is working your fucking ass off, and when you think it is time to take a break…work some more…cause ain’t nothing that is worth it comes easy…but the true pleasures lies in the journey not in the outcome.

And it’s way more enjoyable when you earned that action.

That to be good at what you do is to have the ability to teach someone how to do it twice as good as you can.

To inspire and ignite the inner light we have within.

To be Jammin is to bring color and a new way of thought to this black and white world…cause damm shit just looks better when it is all colorful and sparkly…totally.

To be Jammin is about Family…that we all have our role, our place, our time and it is our job to stand together and support one another on our journey as we try to make sense of it all.

To be Jammin is to be you, as pure and true to yourself as you can be, to be honest, to have integrity, ethic and worth.

To be Jammin is to be Fabulous…cause that is just better…

And I am better…for having learned this way of life.

I would like to say thank to my “Jammin Family”…Thank you…you are all awesome! I am so blessed to have all of you in my life…Together we can all make it to the Promise Land.

Cause Teamwork…Makes the Dreamwork!



Come to position by lifting your right heel off the ground and bending your knee to create a “s” action-ness to your leg…then bring your arms up to “bunny” position but cause you keep leaning your head down you look like a freaking seahorse. Now lean forward and kinda nod your whole body, ohhhhhhhhhhh….time to lean back…backwards nod time…and lean forward…remember if you feel like you are going to fall over…don’t.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Blog 101: Ms. Powers (Being Divorced, Part III)

Blog 101: Ms. Powers (Being Divorced, Part III)

(Being Divorced Parts I & II are Blogs 74 & 75)

I got an email from my ex-husband, the subject line said “Doneski” and I knew. All at once a flood of finality and freedom rushed my being…a soft shiver rolled up my spine and sent excitement tingles all over.

This week my mission is to head to city hall, and get my name back…why would I ever give up a last name like “Powers”…I am such a ding dong, I am…and if you see a red-hued rainbow streaking in the sky unyielding bursts of glitter, it may be my super powers finally kicking in…who knows what might happen.

Since the email, thoughts have been swirling in my head….mostly images about the girl I was then, and the woman I have metamorphosed into today.

To me it is almost intangible as well as the most succulent revenge.

I remember back to those years when my dog had died, the realization that I was unhappy had overtaken and paralyzed me…something had to give.

I went to my husband and told him that I was miserable, that owning the restaurant was just too much, my burden was to heavy, and to be honest…it was not what I wanted to do.

I proposed that we moved to San Francisco, we would have the support of my family and that he could still be a great chef without the weight of owning a restaurant…and I could go figure out what the fuck would make me happy.

He asked, “What do you want to do?”

I replied that I have always wanted to work with fashion and I think it would be something that I am good at.

The man who’s dream I had invested my time, money and life into, looked me dead in the eye, laughed and said, “I don’t think you can do that...”

As the months followed I tried to salvage my marriage…but no one can make you satisfied but yourself…and sometimes a road simply waits for your readiness to amble upon it.

When I came to the city, I headed right back into the restaurant business…probably cause it was easy and I was scared…and quite lost.

Until recently I have always felt like I lacked something as a woman.

It used to be my living situation when I first came back to the city and stayed in my parent’s basement. When I moved to my own lair in the tenderloin my self-confidence started to build but lack of conviction with my career still left me feeling inadequate and not quite up to par.

Yet since reading the magic words that my divorce is final through the courts…I have kept on thinking about that day in which I was told my husband didn’t believe in my abilities.

And as my thoughts subside from their spiral tornados…I sit back with a soft smile of elegance and satisfaction and a supple gleam dancing in my eyes (if you know me, you know this look quite well)…because for some reason, without intention or thought…but I think due to fate and destiny…I find myself working full time for a tie-dye clothing company.

It has only recently dawned on me.

I have done it, what I said I was going to do...fulfilling my self prophecy…I have proven my ex-husband wrong…and accomplished a dream I have had since I was young….I am working in the fashion business…with rainbows no less.

Without even meaning to, or realizing that I had…

It has taken me a second to absorb it all in…I didn’t get it at first.

And these feelings…of contentment and satisfaction have empowered me…allowing an aora of serenity to emulate from my being…causing my heart to soften in a way I so desired and knew it so needed to.

For tranquility with yourself brings a sweet peace as well as a distilled immaculate grace.

I wake up everyday, thankful for the blessings that I have and understand that only hard work and patience with sincere acts of surrender with unfold my true path and that basking in the light as I walk might blind me from the future but lead me still in the right direction as long as I have faith.

I have become a truly independent woman who has created my own life and my heart is full of love…for my family, my friends and for myself.

I want not a thing but to strive to be my very best.

And I am confident the universe with provide.

All I have to do is unleash my magical Powers…

You know what else has magical powers? Just Saying….


(Cause the paperwork has got to get done!)

Bring your pile of paperwork to the desk…pull out your chair and sit down…take a deep breathe, cause you can’t let the paperwork overwhelm you (it has that power.) Pull open your file cabinet and find where the first paper goes…damm! who put these things back not in alphabetical order…crap it might have been me being a ding dong…alright…now next paper you got to sign and stamp…and file it away….keep filing till your stack is done…always remember…rewarding yourself with a cocktail is always appropriate and highly recommended…

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Blog 100: My Moment

Blog 100: My Moment

I stood on the stage of the Fillmore and watched the balloons and confetti drop…as they swirled like snowflaked ballerinas puretting down to the ground I took a step back and tried to absorb everything that I felt…I hugged my lavender feather boa (it matched my lavender-rainbow-prism dress to a tee) around me tight and felt a numbing notion of serenity.

As a San Francisco native, the stage of the Fillmore was one of the best places a princess could be to ring in the New Year. That being said, I was alone…by choice…I could of gone to the front of the stage and hugged the fellow ladies that danced before me, thrown beads or waved, I could have stayed down with my friends, I could have chosen a random dude (or an old love) to plant a wet one on (with my dress I would have gotten no complaints)…but it was not my time to do so…it was my time to stand in the shadows with a content and serene smile on my face and contemplate.

Timing is everything in life…and we all have our time…whether in this lifetime or the next.

Sometimes it is our moment to be loved and kissed and held…sometimes it is our time to mourn a foreseen ending of a beloved…sometimes we simply cry…sometimes it is our time to stand in the middle and have everyone cheer…sometimes it is our moment to take it all in, to realize what lies on the horizon, to put things in perspective…to understand.

It is funny how life works the way that it does…

It is comical how life can make perfect sense if we try not to make any sense out of it at all…and just cause you think you understand, doesn’t mean you comprehend.

Sometimes clarity hits you as quickly as a balloon can pop...

For the rest of the evening thoughts flashed through my mind…points of realizations brought jolts to my being every now and then…and peace and tranquility took over (as much as they can at 5 in the morning!)

I reminisced about past New Years…I remembered my pain…my tears…my journeys that have unfolded the path that lies before me.

I recalled lying on the floor crying 3 days after I decided to leave my husband four years ago…alone…watching Dick Clark stroke count it down…how far I have come…and yet one day…I might return to that moment of solitude.

How my loneliness then was painful and succumbing and at the bottom of a cavernous trench of sorrow and tears.

How standing alone this year made me feel powerful, independent and at peace.

And as my journey continues I am acutely aware that my timing is before me.

I acknowledge my moment is here.

This is my new beginning…on the 13th year of this century in which I will turn 33 years old.

Every new year before I have looked at them dauntingly…wanting what I want, but knowing the possibility might be futile…desiring things that need not be necessary upon the path to salvation.

And yet, as the confetti and balloons began to succumb to the empty air…I looked upon the New Year with ideals I had never witnessed inside myself before.

I do not want a thing this year…I have learned that the things that I want and spend my time desiring and craving are the very things that once I obtain…I distain.

And that worrying about things I know not of will be my demise.

For this is my time…and yes there will be pain, and tears and sorrow and they will make the bright days shine more incandescently and the light shall shed focus on the meaning of it all.

This year I surrender…to the unknown…to the breathless wonders that fall before me…to the direction I shall walk.

I know that I will amble upon the right route…for that is what faith and destiny are all about.

And I am princess…finally ready to be a Queen.



Stand still and tall…every time someone walks past you tilt in the direction that they are going, the faster they walk or run, the further to the side you go…always coming back to standing straight…if someone cuts past you really fast, when you come to…bend your knees a little and slowly straighten them…cause a blade of grass that gets cut…always grows back.