James: THE CHEATER

He was attractive and had a skill. We exchanged numbers. Within a week, his kisses were accompanied with fondling. I blinked and he asked me point blank, “When are we going to have sex?”. Unfortunately for me, I tend to give people too much credit. This was a red flag yet I trudged ahead. He soon vanished to New York for a week without letting me know. Upon returning, he asked me, “How jealous are you on a scale of 1-10? Because if I saw you in the street with someone else, I would not approach you in an inappropriate manner.” It was one of the strangest conversations of my entire life.
When I told him that his boss hit on me, he told me not to be mean to the individual because his boss was his friend. One evening, I asked him to take me to the movies. His response, “Oh, so you want to take your man to the movies!”. I ended up going with a friend. All of these circus acts were extremely strange to me because I do not play games with people. As a result, they often go unnoticed by me with serious questions. While explaining his behavior to a friend one evening, something dawned on me. He soon heard his phone ringing. He soon heard me asking him if he was sleeping with someone. All of a sudden he claimed that he had to go. He heard the same question again to which he finally relented, “I can not tell a lie. I am seeing someone else.” My voice declared that he had a girlfriend and that he was trying to cheat on her with me. It was not going to happen. He said that he did not see it that way. I screamed at him that he should never call me again in his life. Messages started coming in along the lines of, “I am sorry that I could not take you to the movies.”.
This happened a long time ago. A lot has changed since then. Now, I know what I want. I am in tune with my feelings, and there it is not a problem for me to cut someone off or subtract myself from the equation. This man never gave me any reason to give him the benefit of the doubt. He earned suspicion and a lot interrogation. Instead he received the benefit of the doubt, and two weeks of my life. It was not a waste because this was a lesson for me. Now, it is a lesson for anyone that cares to read it.

Spring Break

My 39th birthday turned into a different tale for me. I performed at a Baptism luncheon, went shopping, and was served a marvelous fish dinner. Before I could blink, Atlanta welcome me with open arms. I toured the Center for Human & Civil Rights with great emotion and a new understanding of what my forefathers experienced before me. Uber became a new hobby and Southern charm was all the rage. The peachy place made for a wonderful getaway if only for a moment.
As Easter Day turns into night, my body is tired while my mind is feverish. My week has been planned yet the phone needs to be charged. Another trip to the Farmer’s Market is necessary in order to make it through the week. Simple changes that I have made to my diet seem to have sent some of the pounds away. Olive oil is my friend. What does the season of birth have in store for me?

Feminist Hope: Brief Reflection

After teaching my two hour bellydance workshop, my body felt completely empty. I treated myself to a ginger shot and slinked home in the hopes of eating before passing out. The type of work that I enjoy doing is helping women to discover themselves. When a woman presents herself and voices her insecurities, more often than not, I see her a more divine version that she is completely unaware of. A woman that knows herself and what she can do is a force to be reckoned with. Unfortunately, too many spew their shortcomings and endless complaints about predicaments that entangle them. It is easy to say cut the cord or walk away when it is not you in the middle of the storm. This is especially true because true change only happens when the individual decides that it is going to happen; not a minute before. Such a transformation is not easy and often affects each aspect of the human psyche: emotional, spiritual, physical, and mental. It is not uncommon to lose friends and gain new ones or even to go into a period of solitude.

My Mammogram: The Boob Inspection

My gyn decided that the time had come for me to have a mammogram. Yes, she needed more information about the infamous boob. It was relatively easy to make an appointment. I had to email the prescription because I could not read it; however, this worked to my advantage because I forgot the hard copy when going to the appointment.
If you think that a medical professional has medical billers, that scenario is nothing compared to the department of a hospital. An entire fleet of offices were front and center to handle proper payment with regards to the different procedures. There was a handprint machine and a nice yellow bracelet in addition to the beeper. The waiting room in the radiology department was quite comfortable and not overcrowded. I was taken to the special room rather promptly and had a lovely conversation with my assigned tech. She was very apologetic whenever she had to place the boob in an uncomfortable position. There was a lot of pulling and placing. I never felt any pain or discomfort. It was strange to have a small glass table machine pressing against something that is normally covered; however, it was a decent experience. As I left the hospital, a smile crossed my face.
My boob inspection was complete.