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! My Name is Kitty, Jaded Kitty Kimiko.. Do NOT call me Kim or Kimi...
! I am a Girl
! I'm PanSexual (a sexual orientation, characterized by the potential foraesthetic attraction, romantic love, or sexual desire towards people, regardless of their gender identity or biological sex... & I liked females long before I liked males)
! I'm NOT looking for a Boyfriend or a Girlfriend or a fuck so lemme the fuck alone.. I no longer date period, I am Half Celibate.. I break hearts on accident. Those I like are few and far in-between, it's nothing that can be helped or defined... If you've slept with me count yourself lucky :P
! I am Polyamory ( is the practice, desire, or acceptance of having more than one intimate relationship at a time with the knowledge and consent of everyone involved.)
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! I tend to be antisocial
! I am Jaded (Google it if you don't understand the meaning)
! I do not "holla" and I do not speak in ebonics, nor do I reply to messages written in ebonics
! I'm really a nice person once you get to know me
! It's getting to know me that takes a while
! I'm also very blunt, cuss often, and get mad almost never
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Kitty's Pet CrimsonAnya
This is not mine
My Father wrote this to me, and about me
My Girl
It is among most father's desires to bear a son. I was contrarily blessed with a daughter. It has been my deliriously, exceptionally, most wonderful experience to-date. And probably won't be topped, but I hope to near it. It has also been my best contribution to a forgiving God, and an unforgiving world. It will be, my pleasure.
The world shall receive the most charming, beautiful, sensitive, kind, and bewitching personality. And I expect, a fairly good looking one. In a sense, a Bitch! She is already in training; with the world's self proclaimed (and undisputed) World Class Bitch. The bitch's Bitch. Not that her mother is not, at times, a wonderful and charming girl - but there are moments, and times... When the artistry of her demanding, manipulative, coercive, stubborn personality will literally tear your heart out and strech it north and south and then - she'll suddenly let go. And your heart rebounds, imploding upon itself, in it's inevitable effort to return to normal. She'll teach to shoot first and ask questions last. She instructs her in the fine art of "button pushing". A sport, among Bitches. I'm not sure what else, but whatever it is, it's been used on me before. I am an experianced Bitch handler. But that's another story.
I am sure my daughter will learn to stand alone, when necessary. When to take a stand and hopefully; when not to. She'll be demanding of a higher standard of living and drive to higher aspirations. She'll know God, and right from wrong and lean to the righteous, but many times, begrudgingly. I pray that there is something in the middle that I have rarely seen in a woman. Will she be this Kind? Somehow, alluring, but reserved. Somehow, strong, but soft. Will be be demanding, yet forgiving. Where will she be in her integrity? To the left or to the right, what does it matter, as long as she is a learned survivor?
She will, according to my hopes, have a great learning period in which to wreak havoc and chaos in other men's hearts.
(and woman Dad. hahaha)
And test the rest of the world's "targets". Every salesperson, every boss, every neighbor, and friend. She has my blessing to test the world and find her place in it. It's my gift to the world, ha, ha, ha, my revenge, my girl.
It is among most father's desires to bear a son. I was contrarily blessed with a daughter. It has been my deliriously, exceptionally, most wonderful experience to-date. And probably won't be topped, but I hope to near it. It has also been my best contribution to a forgiving God, and an unforgiving world. It will be, my pleasure.
The world shall receive the most charming, beautiful, sensitive, kind, and bewitching personality. And I expect, a fairly good looking one. In a sense, a Bitch! She is already in training; with the world's self proclaimed (and undisputed) World Class Bitch. The bitch's Bitch. Not that her mother is not, at times, a wonderful and charming girl - but there are moments, and times... When the artistry of her demanding, manipulative, coercive, stubborn personality will literally tear your heart out and strech it north and south and then - she'll suddenly let go. And your heart rebounds, imploding upon itself, in it's inevitable effort to return to normal. She'll teach to shoot first and ask questions last. She instructs her in the fine art of "button pushing". A sport, among Bitches. I'm not sure what else, but whatever it is, it's been used on me before. I am an experianced Bitch handler. But that's another story.
I am sure my daughter will learn to stand alone, when necessary. When to take a stand and hopefully; when not to. She'll be demanding of a higher standard of living and drive to higher aspirations. She'll know God, and right from wrong and lean to the righteous, but many times, begrudgingly. I pray that there is something in the middle that I have rarely seen in a woman. Will she be this Kind? Somehow, alluring, but reserved. Somehow, strong, but soft. Will be be demanding, yet forgiving. Where will she be in her integrity? To the left or to the right, what does it matter, as long as she is a learned survivor?
She will, according to my hopes, have a great learning period in which to wreak havoc and chaos in other men's hearts.
(and woman Dad. hahaha)
And test the rest of the world's "targets". Every salesperson, every boss, every neighbor, and friend. She has my blessing to test the world and find her place in it. It's my gift to the world, ha, ha, ha, my revenge, my girl.
JDR
1995
Blood Noir
Laurell K. Hamilton
People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die. The person you were moments ago dies, dies in the sound of screaming. Gone. Everything solid, everything real, is gone. It doesn't come back. The world is forever fractured, so that you walk on the crust of an earth where you can always feel the heat under you, the press of lava, that is so hot it can burn flesh, melt bone, and the very air is poisonous. To survive, you swallow the heat. To keep from falling through and dying for real, you swallow all that hate. You push it down inside you, into that fresh grave that is all that is left of what you thought the world would be.
LEO
( I tend to be your typical LEO, but I do not have that much of an ego regardless of how it may appear )
-- Great talker. (As long as it's not on the phone)
-- Sexy and passionate.
-- Laid back.
-- Knows how to have fun.
-- Is really good at sex! and I mean REALLY GOOD! More like great.
-- Great kisser.
-- Unpredictable. For real
-- Outgoing. ( Sometimes... I am not all the time )
-- Down to earth.
-- Addictive. ( Its not lying )
-- Attractive.
-- Loud. ( In Personality and style )
-- Loves being in long friendships.
-- Talkative. ( Sometimes )
-- Not one to mess with.
-- Rare to find.
-- Good when found.
And I'm Honest to the point of pain... I'd rather be honest then anything else.... There are half a million other things that apply to me as a LEO, But if I where to put them all here well you'd be reading for prolly a good hour... If you've even bothered to read this anything... If you have Kudos to you... Your one step closer to getting to know me.
If you should try
To understand me
Through the eyes
Of your experiences
Your only understanding
Will be misunderstanding
For we have walked diffrent paths
And have known diffrent fears
And that which brings your laughter
Just might bring me tears
So if you can learn to accept me
And the strange things I say and do
Maybe through your acceptance
You will gain understanding.
~Javan
Stability results were high which suggests you are, very relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic..
Orderliness results were low which suggests you are, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense too often of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.
Extraversion results were moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.
trait snapshot:
messy, disorganized, social, tough, outgoing, rarely worries, self revealing, open, risk taker, likes the unknown, likes large parties, makes friends easily, likes to stand out, likes to make fun of people, reckless, optimistic, positive, strong, does not like to be alone, ambivalent about chaos, abstract, impractical, not good at saving money, fearless, trusting, thrill seeker, not rule conscious, enjoys leadership, strange, loves food, abstract, rarely irritated, anti-authority, attracted to the counter culture, resilient, not a perfectionist, weird, self reliant, leisurely, dangerous, trusting, likes bizarre things, sarcastic.
Of the divine state of love the near
enemy is lust, because, like love, it sees good qualities.
It is like a foe lurking near a man. Quickly it finds access. Hence love should be well
protected from lust. Ill-will is the distant enemy. From its dissimilarity in nature it is like a man's foe
dwelling in a mountain fastness, and so on. Hence love should be developed secure from ill-will. It is impossible
that one should develop love and at the same time get angry.
-Buddhaghosa, "Visuddhimagga"
Yes, she was unique and could only be experienced,
but never captured or possessed.
He could not conceive of anything he could not possess
and anything barring him from possession, he would destroy.
What you think you know is wrong...... I'm not who most people think I am, I've learned that the only people who really know me are the ones that read my thoughts, the ones that make it to the computer and the ones that don't.. No one truly knows me.... I don't think anyone would understand me if they did know me..... I don't want to be a mystery or anything like that... I don't want to be anything but myself.... All I want is to get through this Ten second dream.... Maybe that's to much to ask for, or at least success is too much to ask for.. So much suffering......
Spatio brevi/spem longam reseces.
Dum loquimur, fugerit invida/aetas:
carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero
~~
Life is short.
Even as we talk, time runs.
Don't trust tomorrows bough for fruit.
Take this, here, now.
.. It's not easy
This thing called Life
With its broken dreams
And lonely night
And all the things
That don't work out right
It would be easier
If it came with a script
Or who we were to meet
And the right things to say
And nothing but sunshine
Filling each day
yes, it would be easier
But it wouldn't be Life. ~Javan..
"I did not stop speaking to my people, they stopped listening to me, and after a time, they could no longer hear my voice.
But I never stopped speaking to them.
In dreams, or that moment between waking and sleep, there is my voice.
In a song, the touch of another's hand in theirs, I am there.
I am Goddess, I am everywhere, and in everything.
I cannot leave, nor can you lose me.
But you can leave me, and you can turn your back on me."
"It is not merely happiness we all seek. We seek some place where we belong.
For the lucky few, we find it in childhood with our own families.
But for most of us we spend our adult lives seeking that place or person or organization that makes us feel that we are important,
that we matter,
and that without us something would go undone and undoable.
We all need to feel that we are irreplaceable."
"But before.
Before.
We walked timeless across the forests and deserts and jungles and plains.
We walked the Earth.
Blessed the Earth.
Were blessed by her.
I held out my hand and all the people climbed onto me.
Ate from me.
Blessed me.
Blessed themselves.
Made love.
Food.
Babies.
All was scared.
I lay down on the Earth and was the Earth.
I was alive with all that was scared.
Which was all.
I remembered the peace of being still.
Of being here.
I remembered it all.
All my lives.
All life.
That was my gift: memory.
Memory.
All of those people, all their lives, were in me.
Were me.
I was more then the sum of my parts,
but no less:
Gods-are-us.
God us.
Goddess.
Me."
"She needed to awaken on her own and discover all her bits and pieces--to find out what glue holds her together,
or binds us all together.
We are all jigsaw people, after all, aren't we?
Scattered and shattered, perplexed and puzzled beyond hope or hopelessness.
But she--she will suprise us all.
She will remember what tore us apart.
She will remember past knowing.
I'm certain of it.
So I covered her up, careful not to brush a bit of her skin, and then I sat nearby, chewing my fingernails, and waited for her next coming."
"She watched the way he savored her touch as he rubbed his bristled chin against her palm. The tickle made her instantly hot and aching.
Until today, she'd never realized just how lonely she'd been.
How much she wanted to be held by someone.
No, not someone.
Him.
A hint of a smile curled his lips as he moved closer to her to place the faintest, softest kiss on her lips.
His fangs scraped her bottom lip ever so gently. The mark of a true predator. When they'd been married, they'd had no fangs.
No craving for blood...
They'd just been two kids in love."
"War in the abstract is a confusing thing.
War on the ground, in the middle of a battle, is not.
When someone shoots at you, they are your enemy, and you shoot back.
When someone tries to kill you, they are your enemy, and you try to kill them first.
War is complicated, battle is not."
"I kissed Doyle first,
and he had to bend down to help me do it,
then I kissed Rhys.
He looked at me, and there was sadness on his face.
But it was not a sadness that I could fix.
I could only kiss him gently on the lips, and let him know that I saw and appreciated him,
but nothing either of us could do would make me love him the way I loved Doyle or Frost.
That it pained him pained me,
but not enough to change it."
"I did not become one of the greatest killers of our court because I didn't enjoy my job."
I thought about that as he held me in the curve of his body.
I thought about him enjoying the killing.
I didn't like the thought much, but if he was a sociopathic killer, then he was my sociopathic killer.
And I'd let him slaughter them both if it would save us.
No, more then that,
I knew eventually Cel and Siobhan had to die for me and mine to live."
"You would think being a real live faerie princess would make your life fairy-tale-like, but fairy tales only end well.
While the story is going on, horrible things happen.
Remember Rapunzel? Her prince got his eyes scratched out by the witch, which blinded him.
At the end of the story, Rapunzel's tears magically restored his sight, but that was at the end of the story.
Cinderella was little better than a slave.
Snow White was actually nearly killed four different times by the evil queen.
All anyone remembers is the poisoned apple,
but don't forget the huntsman, or the enchanted girdle
and the poisoned comb.
Pick any fairy tale that's based on older stories, and the heroine of the piece has a miserable, dangerous, nightmarish time of it."
"The happy-ever-after ending, if it's coming at all, seems a very long way away tonight."
"Hospitals are where people go to be saved,
but the doctors can only patch you up, put you back together.
They can't undo the damage.
They can't make it so you didn't wake up in the bad place,
or change the truth to lies."
"If all isn't lost, where is it?"
"If we stay here, we'll probably be tried as witches. You already have been! You are as good as dead."
"And what the fuck does that mean!" I cried
"I mean, you have been sentenced to death. If they find you, they need no one's permission to kill you."
"Since when is permission ever needed !"
This was ridiculous. I wasn't even safe in a nunnery."
"If you have a choice between extra make-up or extra weapons, always take the weapons.
Just the fact that you're debating between those two choices proves that your going to need the weapons more."
"You didn't need an alter.
You could stand in the middle of a meadow,
or a woods,
or a crowded subway and deity was always with you -- if you paid attention, and if you invited it into your heart.
But the alter was a nice reminder.
A place to start out everyday with a little communion of the spirit."
"I kneel at my alter and pray.
I pray for guidance, and I pray for luck, good luck.
Some people will wish someone luck, but they don't say which kind.
Always be careful when you pray,
because Deity is listening and will usually give you what you ask for,
not what you MEANT to ask for.
Goddess grant us Good Luck."