Ahem...Hello, Hello...
Can someone check these cords for me please? I don't think I'm plugged in correctly.
Well, I would love to say I took the weekend off, but I think we all know that would be a fabrication. New client, trying to look somewhat professional, failing miserably…y’all know my drill.
I will say that I had to come unhinged Friday. Allow me to digress…
For those of you that I talk with a great deal, y’all are aware I had someone back in the day who believed all of my social media was directed at him. It didn’t matter the topic, the time, the title, it all was evidently me trying to convey my innermost thoughts to him with the use of MySpace (yes, that long ago).
So I try to be very careful when I address people here, or on any of the other platforms that print me, because I know things can go from weird to What In The Actual Fuck superquickly.
That being said, and as BMan can firmly attest to, if I have something to say to you, you will know I’m speaking to you. On the podcast, you can hear me just as plain as day call people, sometimes by their first and last names.
I look at it like this: you write to me on a public platform, usually over at q/askabitchface, although I do hear from some of you here. I use the name that you use publically when I talk to you, unless you inbox me at the hotline, then I give you the general assumption that you wish to remain private.
So, if you don’t see *Your Name Here*, I’m not fucking talking to you.
Now, whatever universe you’re living in where everything that you see here is me specifically speaking to you, I’m uncertain of. I’m a vain bitch, and even I know that 99% of the time, people aren’t speaking to me when they publish something I stumble across.
Brian being Brian, aka Part Time Black Jesus, says this “It follows the same thread as so many Medium pieces I’ve read since I joined that site. A woman writes something, mentions men or even specifically, her own relationships and there’s roughly 45,000 men who jump in the comments telling her that she’s wrong, or it didn’t happen the way she said it happened, or #NotAllMen...” That’s a direct quote from the BMan.
He also states that somehow I manage to drag all the weirdos out of the woodwork but we’ve known that.
Dude, let me clarify. I don’t know how you do shit in your house. What I will tell you is here in my house, you don’t get out of pocket with me. However you talk to your wife, that is y’alls business. But if you think you’re going to speak to me however the fuck you please, know and understand that I will *Call Your Ass Out By Name*.
Don’t be mistaken for a singular moment. Not only will I enjoy airing out exactly how you think you can speak to women, but I will reprint it every week until I feel satisfied about the results.
Now, I’m going to try to start this week off the way I prefer, kicking ass and taking names. That doesn’t mean I won’t start this week printing names and kicking ass. If you want to threaten women, you have at it buddy. But when you send little wishy washy vague ass threats to me, know you have sincerely fucked up.
Make sure not to scuff your Louboutin’s while kicking ass 😼