Ain't Trying To Fit In; Only Filling In

Or, "You do you; I'm doing what else need be done."

All the grouping and the squading has me wondering, is there any room for The Unique on-line... if not, I'll start a Group -- J/K!! Call it tribal instincts or social nature, just don't call me cuz I guess what I and my like answer to is something very specific to us individually.

No one is doing what I am doing, and yes, my Work is necessary -- if not for anything but for aligning with Absolute clarity. The more I commit to my rareness, the more I align with others equally committed to authentic uniqueness. And we seem to be all suffering under mob mentality.

Even in our own "circles." There is an unspoken order that is preventing or snuffing creative intelligent growth. Sure, we are all connected and we all can express common interests, experiences and bonding. But it seems as long as we can get along within the safety of Our Group, we are impatient with our abilities to connect with those who are unlike us, even if what we would learn or experience through such a connection would further strengthen our group's core.

Swingers -- I am talking to you first. [Sidebar: Swingers have always meant men and women with steady partners who together swing with others like them. It never meant A Single Guy Looking For 2 Pussies At A Time, or A Couple Looking For Another Pussy until friggin MySpace Status Boxes -- No, hold that thought, did that mediocre Jon Favreau flick predate MySpace? W.] So like I was addressing to my FORMER friends with whom I had, um, swung, why is it when I am providing an exclusive service to heighten your swinging experience at a premium, you go jerking off to your hole in the hood whining about how you don't pay for sex? What? All of the fucken sudden, You're Square?? Waste of my sweat, is all that was. Seriously, blog readers, I would swing with a couple back in 2006 and these peeps would be calling and writing and texting me and I'm like, "It's 2007 -- party with me at the CR!" and they keep writing and texting, "When we gonna get together again?" If I had had cooked them a seven course meal for experience and then a year later had opened my very own French restaurant, these dumbasses would probably take over my dining room the first night, order from the Prix Fix menu and stiff me with the check because, what -- they like to eat and I apparently love to cook?

Healers -- ugh, i use that term very very very loosely. I was gonna write some ramble on how you are -- ugh, just go away... or for healing sake, stay out of my way. No, this is unfair and confusing. I am just reacting to how the spiritual centers and sacred sex channels and utility groups are generally unhealthy, disembowelled and impotent -- and when I offer a collaboration, they STILL expect me to function under their bureaucracy. Yeah, you can imagine how far that got to me. This is the reaction to theirs unworthy of response. Oh, and not that you asked, I am a performer. It is the story supported by my authentic performance that heals, not I.

Family -- can't have a "Bird List" without tipping a phalanx to kin. All my life, I've fought with myself just to fit in with you. No mas. And we are all better for it. I am no longer faking for you any interest in the weather -- unless you're Mom, Mama or Papa. I will always be interested in how the sun shines on your silver lining. But to my sibs and my cousins who would say, "If it weren't for the fact that we're blood, we would have no relationship because our lives are so different; we wouldn't know you." Back in the day when I was told this, my response was, "I feel even if we weren't related, the divine nature of God and The Absolute would bring our paths into intersecting, perhaps even synchronizing, with a sublime nod to fate and intelligent destinations." I would be disagreed with. Now, my response is more like, "Ha-ha... we're Not blood after all so lates, bitches." Although I probably wouldn't call them bitches because for me, that's a term of endearment, beeyaatch!

Whores -- I love you for letting me fill in better than any other cluster fuck. And don't worry, you cool savvy chicas, your secrets are safe with me (meaning I wont reveal to anyone how cool and savvy you truly are -- hot and dumb make bank!) I really earned my degree in Sacred Shamanic Sex by filling in what was lacking in the legal brothels. For some mysterious and gracious cause, the other whores allowed me to perform my own style of party -- quite CONTRARY to the style of party professional working girls routinely perform. Normally, girls who attempted what I achieved would have been beaten up, harangued, humiliated or robbed. My relationships with my ranch girlfriends were quite special (and I THANK YOU INDIVIDUALLY AND ALL). You can learn more about how I did this by perusing my blogs for the Sacred Whores and Trick Hos series, Parts 1-7.

Asians -- I have given up completely. Color me Pacific Islander from here on. Not trying to fill in anything Asian anymore except, I guess, my name -- but cmon, Chyna Doll did more to discredit my name than I ever did. (No, I had the name first [1997 -- Madame Cleo's, Vancouver BC {Thank-you, Miss Madison York}].)

Special Interest Friends -- yeah, I am guilty of joining groups and squads, shurr! but i do it with complete disregard for being blocked and kicked off by moderators, so it's cool LOL... j/k, I gain a lot from the sharing of experiences with my special interest friends and as long as those gains are mutual, I observe most of their holidays.

Jayo Grads of 88 -- I think I will send a box of DVDs of Pleasure For Sale to the Reunion Soiree (sic) location. . . and charge $20CND for each copy (pre-order yours by sending $20 to my PayPal account found at http://www.chynapi.com.) Ignore this last part if you are from the Sundance Channel as I am only joking. [Sidebar, our mascot for John Oliver Secondary School was a Jayo Joker. R|B|T|L.]

I invite you to advance the mantra: I Will Not Fit In; I Will Fill In.