Street People

Posted on September 2, 2007 by misslatoya

I know all about the street people. There is not anything that anyone can tell me about them that i don’t already know. I grew up around them and i have them on both sides of my family.

I could write a book about those in particular and, it wouldn’t be a very pleasurable one since there is nothing too pleasing about their unwanted existence.

Before i began, i just want to acknowledge that certain misfortunes in life can cause any human being to become homeless. There have been very successful people such as doctors, lawyers and so on who for whatever reason may be have loss everything and had to somehow make a way for themselves out in the streets. I am not talking about them in this post.

I’m mainly referring to those with innate tendencies to become bums, drug addicts, drug dealers, and whores that choose the lifestyles of the street. The streets are their comfortable habitat. The only place where they can function.

Most street people are mentally and emotionally disturbed. Many of them are uneducated and unintelligent.

Some have come from good homes where they had their parents in their corner, encouraging them to do what was right in their life.

And then there are the others who have come from dysfunctional homes and didn’t have any guidance at all.

Many of the drug addicted street woman continue the use of drugs during their pregnancies, messing their children up only to bring a burden on society. Many of the drug addicted parents also sit up and get high with their own children.

I know dope addicts who have raised their children by “training” them to be thieves. It is just the blind leading the blind.

The street people for the most part are a very sad group of people. And the level that they are on is quite appalling and unacceptable.

They are very convincing liars to those who are naive to their schemes. They are sometimes so convincing to some because they believe in their own lies. And aside from being notoriously devious they are extremely malicious, treacherous to a fault, especially when their feelings get hurt.

Through first hand experience and a keen intuitive sense of “understanding” I’ve never been oblivious to the type of people i grew up around. They have always been transparent to me, very easy to read. I will admit with no apologies that i have never at all liked their particular kind.

I tried to keep the peace since i sometimes had to be around them in areas when i went to school, work, or whatever, but there is only so much that i could tolerate when it came to their kind.

You see, they are all on that “street-level”. And one with intelligence would have to come down to their level in order for them to be able to relate to them. They are not equipped enough mentally to rise from where they are. And the thing about it is that the junkies think that they are the one who is smart and, that you are the dumb one!

There is a whole lot of information that i could give on the street people, nevertheless, it would take quite a few pages rather then a single post so I’ll just continue on with just a few more brief paragraphs.

From my personal experience with particular street people have been their ongoing jealousy toward me.

They are indeed sick but one will never truly know the depth of their sickness until they experience it in such a way as i have. They’ve tried at numerous attempts to bring down my character simply because I’ve talked about them and their lifestyle in ways that they didn’t like and couldn’t handle because it was the truth.

You see, when you are not one of them (their kind) and you insult them they get very offended because you haven’t been in their same shoes doing the dirt that they have done. So they automatically assume and know when one thinks that they are better than them.

So to retaliate the street people will endeavor to find a way to “put you in their shoes” by trying to make you the victim of what their life is about by literally ruining you. However, it all depends on the individual target.

Most street people are weak-minded and easily influenced so someone else of that nature will be easy to pull down. A strong-minded, intelligent person of substance and back bone on the other hand is a totally different story. They will be unaffected by the nonsense as the street-life is a whole different life and experience from what they are accustomed to but not necessarily unfamiliar with.

Yes, my street enemies have went around my town trying to defame my character by making up outrageous lies hoping that it would affect me. Unfortunately for them their efforts did not faze me, if anything it inspired me to be even more determined to go out and accomplish the many things in life that i do want to achieve.

And that also inspired them to interfere with certain jobs that i was suppose to get by trying to give me a bad name.

They never stop. They don’t want to lose at their games. But they loss this one because i was never a player in their world.

They’d like for me to have no means of financial support for myself so i could become a bum out in the streets. Too bad they don’t know that day will never come for me. I believe in a higher power, and a power that will dig them in the same exact grave they have dug for me. And they are the one’s who will be buried in it.

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As An ASexual Person I’m Sharing My Personal Views And Feelings

Posted on August 28, 2007 by misslatoya

Proud To Be Asexual/The Liberating Truth About My Asexuality

 

One thing i don’t hear too much about is people who are Asexual. I personally am Asexual. I’m not into men or women. I would never judge anyone as myself because everyone is an individual.

From my personal experience, however, i’ve never sexually desired a penis and i know there are quite a few other women out there in the world who feel the same way that i do who are not lesbians.

During my teenage years i discovered my clitoris and experienced orgasms. I wasn’t at all afraid to explore my body. Why should i have been? It was my body.

I had never had sexual intercourse with a man. And after experiencing pleasurable sensations from stimulating my clitoris i still did not have the desire or curiosity to explore a penis.

During my mid twenties i decided that i wanted to have a child. It was then and for that reason only that i settled for dealing with a man sexually.

I would have preferred to go to a sperm bank but at that particular time i did not have the money to do so. So i engaged in sexual activity a few times at a very short time period in one month. And the act did not do anything for me.

I did not feel any sexual pleasure at all. To me, sexual intercourse is definitely a mind thing.

I did not have any feelings for the guy that i dealt with for that occasion. In fact, he disgusted me. He was into me and wanted a relationship. I had to get rid of him quick.

Some people will become sexually attached as he did. And, some men are so macho they think their penis can change your mind. But it is not at all in the stroke for me. Sex is all in the mind and can’t no man or his penis do a thing for me!

The thought of a man touching me in any way whether it is with a kiss, caress or touch by penetration turns me off.

My efforts didn’t work in the process. His ego got into the way.

This guy wanted me to want him. It sometimes takes months before conception occurs but i couldn’t let no man have sex with me over and over again!

And when he found out that i was never going to actually come around to desiring him he attempted to pretend that he would conceive a child with me. Just to get back at me.

I didn’t have time for any games. I wanted one thing and one thing only, and that was a baby. I considered having sex a sacrifice because the penetration of a man’s penis was and felt so unnatural to me.

I have not indulged in anymore sexual activity since and that was nearly ten years ago. I don’t ever plan on attempting to make a baby with the assistance of a man ever again.

As being Asexual, another thing in this society is really disgusting to me. And that is how some men try to destroy a women by making up sexual lies about them or telling about what may have went on in the bedroom between the two of them.

Certain types of people tend to believe men when they fabricate tales of sexual encounters and will join in with the slander by trying to degrade the women.

Words like “slut” don’t bother me because the word has nothing to do with me. It is beneath me.

You have those though that don’t look at it that way.

When most men and even some women call other women a derogatory name like “whore” or “slut” they expect it to hurt deep down inside to make the person feel very low. And in this day and age this society still accepts the act of letting men ruin some women’s reputations when it comes to sexual matters.

A man can go around sleeping with hundreds of women while he is considered a “king”. A woman as everybody knows on the other hand will be considered one of the most rotten things in the world.

Many still believe that most women will break down to lose their confidence if a man trashes their name by putting them out there as a skank. It gives them a great sense of power.

I can’t speak for anyone else personally on this matter although i know i’m not the only woman who feels this way since there are such a wide variety of people in our world, but no man or woman could ever lower or make me completely lose my self-confidence by using sexual gestures that are considered offensive in this society.

I am a human being who doesn’t go along with the many brainwashing and beliefs of what is suppose to maintain and lower a woman’s worth.

I don’t think that it is right for a woman to sleep around with many other people if she loves herself. The body is one’s temple and one should want to keep it very healthy and clean.

At the same time i do not believe that a woman who sleeps around lowers her value. I just believe it means that she does not value herself!

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/28/as-an-asexual-person-im-sharing-my-personal-views-and-feelings/

A Revelation

Posted on August 26, 2007 by misslatoya

 

All of my life i have been able to sense and see through people. There have also and always been those in particular who i have detested. No one is going to like or get along with everybody no matter what walk of life one comes from. The hatred that i have for those who i speak of goes deeper in the eye than what most if any are able to see. What is felt is not so much a part of my innate human tendency of being snooty but more of a divine awareness of what is here and subordinate.

Some looking at particular people with the “Human Eye”, and who are conscious of what they show, may see a sight they would clearly determine as undesirables and etc. When looking through with the “Third Eye”, however, the sight goes much deeper. They are then identified more in depth.  And they “Indeed” are “The Wicked”, the devil’s children. I’ve seen it in their appearance and have sensed it in their body language. I have also seen these particular people after death in spirit form-confirming the mark made to me of those who are here on earth.

They are very recognizable. Radar picks up on them instantly, alerting, verifying and sending warning of them. When i view them in person or if the thought of them comes into mind due to visions i see their presence literally makes me want to vomit. I keep clear away from these people as much as possible. And I don’t want any parts of them in my life if i can help it.

Understandably, my reasons are of course not defined as ”Fear” since these particular kinds are absolutely nothing to fear even though many of them want to intimidate others out of their own insecurities. Nevertheless, it has everything to do with negativity, and negative energies they continually carry within and without, and which can be detected and rejected. They are all an abomination. A reproach.

(These Particular People Are Warp-Minded. They Act Out In Illogical Ways. Reason Cannot Be Explained To Sick Individuals. I As A Human Being With Strong Spiritual Inclination Would Never Want Their Essence Up In Me, Outward Of Me, Or Around Me. Their Absences Brings About Peace, Happiness And Cleanliness To The Mind, Body, Spirit And Path)

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Rituals

Dirty, Rotten, And Pitiful

Sunday, April 15, 2007 at 11:34 AM EDT

This past Christmas eve when i was working at J.C. Penny’s a guy approached me. I’d never seen him before. I ignored him of course because i did not want to be bothered.

Not too long after and later that night when i got home i could feel him beginning to enter into my mind. I have very keen senses. My brain is like radar. I knew before he approached that something was up just like i do with everyone else.

Whenever a man is interested in me, out to do me harm, and etc. they stay inside my head for as long as their feelings towards me last. I feel their thoughts and emotions and i pick up things going on within their lives. People have no clue how Divine Spirit has gifted me.

This particular guy has been in my mind for three months and some change.

About a month after he first entered into my head i dreamed that he was still conscious of me but seeing another girl. Obviously there was nothing serious going on with him and her because i’ve been picking up on him very strongly all of this time.

On a Friday, the 30th of march, i heard his voice as i woke up from my sleep in the morning. His exact words were “I’m gonna fight for the woman i want”. Later that day i went to pick up my check from J.C. Penny’s and on my way back from cashing it out there in Garden City i think i may have saw him, i wasn’t too sure of that until the following palm Sunday.

On palm Sunday, the 1st of April, i was at home lying in my bed receiving a few messages and seeing a few visions when one particular vision of this guy appeared to me as the occurrence was actually taking place at that point in time.

In my vision i saw him around this man who may deal with the Islamic faith because the man communicated with me through telepathic means. He spoke to me in my thoughts and i responded to him and he mentioned Allah which is the name of God among Muslims.

Anyway, my deranged admirer stayed around this man while he performed a love ritual on me. I could see, hear, and feel everything that went on. This guy even had the nerve to inquire if i’d ever been intimate with some guy that i won’t mention because i never had feelings for anybody. He’s all in my business!

This past Easter Sunday on the 8th of April i received another vision of this guy.

He was nervous and worried. I’m not going to go into detail about what was causing his anxiety though. However, i will divulge this-he is still working his ritual. It is still in process right now. He did a marriage ritual and a ritual for me to have his children. I’ve been feeling his shit. It seems that he does certain rituals on Sundays and Wednesdays. He is also trying to take away my “energy”. He wants to make me weak and draw me to him.

There is absolutely no doubt that i don’t like the way the God of the bible created things, the way he sometimes goes about things (he works too slow for me) but i don’t believe in him and his power and there are many things i don’t like about him due to what i know and experienced here on earth (the things that he lets go on) i am one of the very special children ( born with a caul) Divine Spirit has my back.

He is in control and he will continue to work things out in his own way during his own “time”. My third eye and my spirits show and communicate with me to let me know the outcomes of my situations and they always turn out in my favor.

Almost a month ago now someone tried to harm me spiritually and it backfired right in her face. Soon after the incident the Lord of the bible came to me in my thoughts and told me to come to him for anything and that he is my source of protection, however, i did not accept his offer he turns me off.

I preferred the powers of my Ancestors and Orishas.

So whatever this particular guy is trying to do to me i guarantee that it will not work. It will all blow up in his face. Somebody told me that i should be flattered about what he is doing. To me it is never flattering for someone to try to control the will of another no matter what the motive may be.

Love and affection should come naturally and i am not the pathetic type to get off on somebody wanting me that bad regardless of the intentions.

Whenever negative Obeah, Santeria, Yoruba, Voodoo or whatever you want to call it is being worked and in affect, it is very unnatural and unhealthy. It is all black magic and i will continue to be protected by my spirituality.

I can’t wait to see how all of this is going to play out since i have the power to convert negative energy into positive energy.

( All Of The Voodoo In The World Could Never Make Me Desire A Man )

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Me And A Man

Thursday, February 08, 2007 at 9:15 AM EST

I don’t understand why certain people are so concerned about me not wanting to have a man in my life. People have always judged me not for what i do but for the things that i do not do and it is really none of their business.

All of this man shit really didn’t get this big until after i severely hurt the feelings of three guys in the past by being very nasty toward them then coldly rejecting them because i did not want them and the outcome has really been ridiculous.

I have heard in my life of some men not being able to handle rejection very well, however, it is very sad when some get hurt so bad that they can’t move on by continuing to seek revenge through lies perpetuated by those who keep spreading them.

I don’t know what these niggers expect to happen to me. I am not going down. For some sick reason do to their stupid egos they want people to believe that my weakness is for a man and that i am the one who has been hurt by a man and i am so tired of this dumb bullshit.

People really need to grow up and get over the fact that i’m a happy, healthy, successful, independent woman who doesn’t and never has gave a fuck about a man.

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Halitosis

Wednesday, October 18, 2006 at 4:22 PM EDT

A long while ago there was this guy named Mike who had a crackhead brother named James who’d go around telling big lies just to hold a conversation. Their last name was Hayward and their father was suppose to be some kind of plumber.

Well anyway, a pipe needed to be cut and repaired inside of my family’s upstairs bathroom during the winter of the year 1999. It had to do with a radiator we had and we weren’t able to get any heat within our entire house so we were all freezing. Mike was supposedly trying to follow in his father’s footsteps by doing plumbing work. James, who we’d known for a long time brought over his brother Mike, who we’d just met to fix the pipe an help get us some heat.

While Mike was suppose to be doing his work he was too busy profiling and cracking jokes to try to be funny. But instantly i didn’t find him to be attractive or amusing.

When Mike finished one part of the work he’d done for the night my mother paid him sixty dollars then served him and his brother James a plate of food. You know, it beat spending a arm and a leg to hire a “real plumber”.

After the guys ate they watched a movie on cable with us and immediately my mother and i picked up on how Mike was attracted to me. I didn’t like the way he was making himself too comfortable around me. I read him right away as like i do most people.

That night passed.

James came over on one of his visits without Mike, saying how we were going to be seeing a lot of his brother because he was liking me but James knew that i wasn’t interested in his brother because later on James admitted to me and my mother that Mike was angry do to the fact that i didn’t want him.

He even talked about Mike to us saying that Mike was stupid and that he was always laying up with different women. I learned that Mike was born under the sign Pisces so most of them are weak for sex anyway.

In between time when Mike was coming by my house back then he tried to push himself on me and that made me mad because i didn’t desire him at all. Every time he’d go to speak to me i had to turn my head because his breath smelled so very bad. It literally smelled like shit. I’ve smelled plenty of peoples bad breath but i had never smelled no shit like that before.

He had the nerve to ask my mother “where’s my baby at?” talking about me as he was making his way up the steps to the room that i was in. I overheard him.

Mike was moving way too fast! He acted as if he just knew we were going to be together and that pissed me off even more because to me he was no good kind of catch at all.

Mike considered himself to be a cute guy, however, i didn’t see where at. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and to me Mike was ugly. His physique was very unappealing to me. He was sized bigger at the top than he was at the bottom. He wasn’t proportioned right. And he carried his ass on his back. Mike had one of those “back butts”. Mike was also poor with his outer bodily hygiene he was funky around his neck area.

All of those stupid women that he’d messed with must have filled up his head, making him think that he was hot stuff and some type of hunk.

The way that i saw it the women Mike was messing around with had to be ugly women because in my opinion no very attractive woman such as myself would want to be running after and then falling all over him. He was nothing to fall all over at.

Out of curiosity i asked James one night how do the women Mike runs around with look like and he just confirmed what i already knew, “they’re all black and bruised” he told me in return.

I know that James is a big liar but he wasn’t lying about that! I know what i can believe and not believe when words come from a liar.

I had took a ride with Mike out to Home Depot to buy a new lock for my front door. On the way back he stopped off at a gas station and bought a little bottle of Scope mouthwash but that didn’t help his problem. I still smelled his rotten breath.

When we returned home he called himself putting on the lock then fucked it up by breaking it. He opened it up by going inside of it with a screwdriver then screwed it back up to put it on the door then called himself fixing a lock. Every time my mother and i would put our key inside the keyhole the whole lock would turn around in a circle. We had to re- purchase a brand new lock and i had to sufficiently put the lock up on our door.

Mike had the nerve to want three thousand dollars to finish the bathroom pipe. He didn’t get shit! He couldn’t even put a lock on the door. It took him hours just to cut the pipe when he first came to my house.

What i read about Mike is that he was a nothing looking for a woman to take care of him. What he needed to do was to go to a doctor to take care of that nasty breath of his.

Do you know that my mother broke down and called a real plumber who came to our house and did the pipe work in just a snap! I still remember to this day. The guy was a young very attractive Italian who had a appealing physique. He was healthy and everything was set in the right place.

The man was very professional and that made me think about how much i couldn’t stand Mike.

People who really got it “going on” don’t need to try to be more than what they are and what they’re not because they already know and just be themselves.

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Denial

Thursday, October 12, 2006 at 4:56 AM EDT

A lot of people do not want to accept certain things. And a lot of the time it is the things that are of “truth” that people don’t want to accept because sometimes they cannot deal with it or may not be able to handle whatever else comes along with it.

There are a lot of challenges that life brings and many of us do not want to see, hear, face or believe. Ready or not things are going to happen and it is up to the individual whether or not they are going to step up to it or run away. I wish the world wasn’t in the state that it is in but there is absolutely nothing that i can do about it so i just have to accept it but that doesn’t mean that i have to follow along in the state that the world is in.

I still be myself regardless and am able to handle whatever it is that comes around my way because i have a strong sense of myself and purpose. You have those though that for whatever reason who go by, masquerade and try to escape through many efforts. Lying to oneself is definitely not a comfortable way to escape. There is no peace in it. Lies will eventually eat you up inside and destroy you.

Some find a way to escape by believing in their own lies. Believing a lie is the truth brings a sense of security to some since it prevents them from facing a fear or shortcoming.

One lady i use to go to church with a long time ago got on my nerves so i told her how much she stunk when i’d sit next to her wherever we were in front of other church members. The next thing that i knew what i told her had gotten all over the church. One of the church members went back and spread it so i guess the lady got embarrassed.

Later after the incident the lady told me that she knew the reason i told her she stunk was just because i was angry. And that was a perfect example of denial. I was indeed angry when i told her that she smelled bad but i meant what i had said because it was the truth. Someone else i knew even acknowledged that the lady carried an odor. She just didn’t want to accept it.

And it is just the same thing with some of my enemies. They keep saying that i am putting up a big “front”. I don’t have a clue as to what they are talking about. A front for what?

Just because they tried to ruin me in ways that they wouldn’t be able to handle if people had done the same exact things to them does not mean that it affects me. I am not anything like them.

What pertains to them does not pertain to me. I am so much better than they are morally and intellectually.

I don’t know when they are going to wake up and realize that nothing that they did or do bothered or bothers me. I am a free happy spirit living with no worries or fears. I don’t care one bit about what they say or think and believe about me, however, they just can’t and won’t accept that. They are in “deep denial”.

The low level that my enemies are on is quite ridiculous.

It is unbelievable how stupid they all are. They are so stupid to believe that i am actually putting up a front when there is nothing for me to be putting up a front for. I don’t care how much trouble they went through to make my life miserable my Orisha is much, much stronger. The fact is that their efforts just did not work and never will work and whoever told them that their efforts did work flat out lied to them.

They are too stupid to see it though.

My enemies are making complete fools of themselves by continuing to believe what they think to be true then acting on it. When the day comes-and i know that very soon it will-when they all finally have to face reality and see, and truly acknowledge what the real deal is they are going to feel even stupider than they already are. For the meantime though you know the old saying, “Ignorance Is Bliss”.

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