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Haven't been in a while. Also:

My Lords, the council presents to you her Majesty, the Queen Sheba of Dabulamafu. I am now a Mother of a cat. My friend, a Sangoma, gifted me with her so I may experience the wonder of Motherhood. Thanks.

I'm so over summer. I just need this mofo to be gone. GONE. It's so inconvenient. There's no reason I should be fighting mosquitos and jumping over frogs. I enjoy having a sense of control of what's happening around me. The cold, hibernation, is predictable...

My neighbor brought me herbs I've been needing to add to my medicine kamba from his farm. My heart is so full. Also, we are in our sanctified herbalist era ☘️🌵

This is your reminder to watch "Leave The World Behind" on Netflix. Also "Don't Look Up" if you haven't already. There's nothing which rings truer and more prophetic in these times than those two films, if you care for the subliminal language or dabble in spiritual conspiracy as I do.

I don't want to make this political, but someone check in on that poor sweet American brown woman and her colliding eyebrows trapped in Pakistan. The gall. The championship alone 🔥

I liked you better when you were nekid.

When somebody tells you they are vers, believe them. Believe that they are a bottom.

I can't believe the world is for the taking. By this I mean, I cannot believe I can walk out that door and choose how I am going to create wealth and what to dominate and how to build a home or who I wish to keep. It seems so simple, doesn't it? And yet. Welcome to existentialism 101.

Deep down, I want to live in a country where the neighborhood doesn't sleep. Or where there is no sun. That's my wish.

I really miss dating bigger men. Somewhere between 2022 and 2024, my ancestors were taking me for a poes. Cause that's not what we had discussed at the water. When I said I needed big boy cuffing season, I meant the size of Umaga. Not a rib cage to rest my head on as a pillow. And yet, we move.

I just know Beyoncé woke up with a hangover, but knowing rich people alcohol, I know she's in a jacuzzi surrounded by her ancestors with not one headache formed against her. I deserve to get drunk in her name, but look who has an entire draft to get through before the inspiration shrivels.

I just feel like I have all this virility and libido that needs to be packaged and distributed to the most needy and vulnerable of our community. I'm talking about you, my baby.

ANYWAY. I greet you all from a place of Beyoncé and her country category Grammy. THAYNKS.

The last time I dated an openly gay man was in 2021. Somewhere between then and now was a violent tornado of self-reconfiguration, but it is safe to say, we now remember what it's like to simply enjoy a man's company; to, in the spirit of Olive Pope and Jake Ballard, "Stand in the Sun".

Also, this reminds me of what healthy relationships used to look like for me. Like hanging out. Gworl. The way these past two years felt like my body was designed for violent freaky sex with DL pastors, I had forgotten what "doing relationship" looks like. What it feels to date openly gay men.

If Munch wasn't feeling ill yesterday I know my booty would've been severed this morning, but look... I actually think I'm slowly becoming a cuddle bunny. I don't mind it. There's more than one way to nurture intimacy. Not always sex. So there I was embodying Florence Nightingale this weekend.

The minute I could feel my pelivic bones and I wasn't sweating or running out of breath after walking 500 meters, that's when I knew I was onto something. Thank God I started.

Darling there's a shirtless man that is spitting all over us on IG and my man hole quivered 🔥

A person pretending to eat in "a way" in front of the guy you like is crazy work until you realize you're "Person". Never even was intimidated by a guy that much that I try to be cute about how I throw back chicken. Remember me in prayer, Sister.

There's a 300 page homoerotic romance manuscript I completed the day before covid showed his ass. And I'm just thinking only three people have read it so far. I feel like that's where my inner whore sprung out because listen, my mind is a little... frisky. I just was in denial about it.

I'd like to believe that if you can put a man to sleep after you make him bust, you're really good at what you do. My sloppy game has been like no other. Once I wrestle that python it is over for you. Next thing you're tapped out and snoring like I was never there. Little gay me is proud of me.

He will wear a dashiki just once. Once. Suddenly he is sitting on the ground eating kasava and morogo with his bare hands.

I still want a dildo carved from a rose quartz for my birthday. I've been serious about this for the past three years.

I feel like it is Munch and I's love language to talk politics or philosophy. Each time he comes over, I unlock a new depth to his knowledge reserve. I feel like I could suck all that knowledge through his penis. You become who you sleep with.

This man is so fine and he's a Leo too (Denzel makes tasty children)🔥

Munch is coming over tomorrow for cuddles and sexy time. I'm excited because yes. Can I just say I like the casualness of how we treat one another. No jealousy. No possessiveness. Each one respects the other's space and the distance helps. I'm with the shits.

Nothing beats the taste of finding a guy who you can talk to about politics and conspiracy all night and make him cum with your mouth and fall asleep in his arms. That's really what happens in my very real gay life with the right person.

The fact that Ted Bundy and Pablo Escobar were both Sagittarians frightens me a little. Because how much more trauma can a Sagittarius endure before becoming a career serial killer or cartel lord. If the pursuit for us is truth, esoterica and generosity, how does one end up there.

Letting you in on a thing: Namibia is swearing in its first woman president while American democracy is ablaze with fire. By choice. Because they "didn't want trans women in their space" when trans women have been everywhere since the beginning of time...

I'm really a spaces and dimensions girly. When Rihanna sang "I want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world," that's how much I want the place I wanna live in to make me feel. In my rich era, I'm the type to buy a church hall and turn it into a home. Also, buildings with history.

I wonder what our sexual experiences looked like in pre-colonial history. I have this faded memory of "anything goes" and I just know within that is the real fetish which inspires our eroticism today. Have you met the himba and how they exude sexual prowess between them? That real primal energy 🔥

American guys are so foiiine yhu. They are over there swimming on my instagram. What are they feeding you people over there 😭

Why do Africans in porn kiss like they are drinking water from a 2 liter bucket. Aahn aahn. It displeases my spirit.

Nobody cleans my yard harder than my cleaning guy when it's closer to pay day. If he only could see the current breadcrumbs of my post-december bank account. I know damn well my ancestors know I need to hear a notification sound right now. Someone. Anyone.

The thing about all this black revolutionary discourse sparked by the specific brand of illness that America suffers is that it feels repetitive. You guys have been here before. It's like you're in a simulation, a very bad dream, that you're trying to shake from but your method is always the same.

While astrology seeks to shed light on life compatibility, African divination supercedes this; Ubungoma is concerned with what your life purpose needs in order to survive the world. The lovers, marriages, sexual exploits all have a fundamental role to play in how quickly you will reach your purpose

But, I mean, sexuality is triggered by other such factors like the places in spirit from where you originate (in African Spirituality we all have homes as we clan origins), but most times we ignore attractions triggered by that memory. We instead go for connections inspired by worldly influences.

I think human beings don't observe their own sexual language enough, in the same way they don't understand what scent or features make them sexually attractive to others. Now, me, a deity of the Water, am quick to pick up on this. While water may be healing, it invokes sensuality and fertility.

If you catch a glimpse of someone you don't know staring at you longer than they should as if trying to see where they remember you from, there's a humongous chance they want to dig out your guts. I say stare back. The seed, without him knowing, has been planted. Pheromones be pheromoning.

You live on a planet that you expect to take care of you, yet wanting to push it to the edge of instability through policies you open your mouth for. Yet you want to go plant your flag on another planet and call it yours. Why are you over there. How quickly we forget "they" too have "ancestors".

It shocks me each time when adults forget how sensitive to the world children are; how everything, to them, is gigantic and monumental and purposeful. How they forget children grow up to remember EVERYTHING. Watch how you talk to a child...

Following all my queer and two-spirit spiritualist people back because yes! If community cannot be sought out there, surely it can be found over here.

The most frustrating thing, I find, is seeing how it pans out in the end but the person doesn't want to see nor do the work. My baby, are you here to hear from the Sangoma or did you come to fight the Sangoma, which is it. So I decide which sipika to wear once cause I can do both.

I want cuddles that lead to feliminyaro so bad right now. Then he deflates inside me after he nuts 🔥

I hope you are well, my darling. I hope sometimes you think of me when the spine in your back is tingling and you remember what conversations we had when your arms tightened around my body. I hope you now see that there was nothing to be scared of. That you know your spirit lives there.