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Hi kids!

I thought of many ways to start what I am about to say, but I'll just go with #bold honesty. I am fucking pissed. It pisses me the off what some parents consider to be "#parenting." How can you decide to bring a #child, an #innocent child, into this world when you are not done being a child yourself? #Shame on you, assholes. The level of immaturity, shear #irresponsibility, and activities that you part take in as a parent around your #kids... Just fucking sad. I get we all have our #vices and need to cut loose (Shit, I still miss #cocaine like it was the best #sex I have ever had), but there's a time and place. In front of your kids is the #WORST time and the LAST place. I'm not only talking about getting #drunk or high This goes hand in hand with a topic that has bugged me for some time. Why is there no #respect for a child's #innocence anymore? You'll take a million and one pics of your kid with their middle fingers up then display these pictures because "it's cute?" It's not fucking #cute. It's wrong. But if they say "fuck you" out loud it's a problem. All these viral videos of kids, babies even, saying things that they SHOULD NOT be saying. Singing songs that they should not be knowing. #DANCING in a fashion that is fucking appalling. And how do we acknowledge these documented video shorts of poor adult supervision? We #repost them. We garnish them with Likes and comments the sorts of "They think they're #grown" or "awwww, That's so cute. lml" No. They don't think they are grown. All they know is that whenever they do whatever actions they have learned by watching your #ignorant fucking self, it puts a #smile on your #immoral mug. -Roddy #ProChoice P.S. Stop calling all these kids smart. They are not #SMART. They are DEVELOPING. Freaking kid has never taken a standardized test and you think you've given birth to the next Bobby Fischer. Just because you have trouble adjusting to change, doesn't mean you have to give the child and those around the child #false expectations.

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Hola! ...Que?

    I've met a large variety of Latinos in my life. All types. From your Miami Cubans to your Nuyo Ricans, even West Coast Chicanos. They all speak Spanish with a dash of their own culture and style. But, when it comes to the Modelo beer swigging Mexicans that work in the kitchen I get paid to sweat in, it goes from Spanish to whatever the hell Jabba the Hut needed translated when he wanted Carrie Fisher to shake her ass in that gold bikini. Its like Latin Ebonics. 

   Granted, I don't speak the language as great as I'd like to, but I understand it pretty well. This is not Spanish that I am hearing though. This is Extreme Makeover: South of the Border Prison Lingo Edition. I swear I need the Dog Whisper when I enter the vicinity of these men. I have never felt so American.

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"Be The Change You Wish To See In The World" - Gandhi

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BlockBuster Night (short story)

She thinks it is an ordinary evening. I lied. I tell her I rented a movie that she might like but it's a surprise. Bring snacks.The intercom rings. I buzz her in. I wait for her at the door. I say "hey babe" as she comes off the elevator. Greet her with a light peck on the lips, take the bag of treats, and open the door. She asks about my family. I tell her they're out tonight so no one can interupt the movie. She tells me about the long line in the store while she walks to the bathroom to go wash her hands. I say "Babe, imma go start the flick, just come to the room when you're done."I stand there waiting. She enters the room to see that it is not how she usually finds it. The light from my lamp is dimmed by a red silk cloth. My DVD collection on the window sil has been replaced with a long row of tea candles. Her eyes light up at the same speed that her jaw is dropping. "What is this?", she asks. "This? This is for you baby." I reply. She smiles and sheds one tear from her left eye. I slowly move towards her with my hands behind my back. We have matching smiles. We're eye to eye. Face to face. I apologize for lying about the movie. "Sorry babe." Her smile couldn't change even if she wanted it to. Another tear from her, as if to say, "It's ok baby." As I bring my arms around from behind me, she sees I'm holding a single red rose. I hold it up to her noes so that she could smell its fragerance. I've never seen her so happy and nervous. She is so beautiful. I move away the rose, pull her to me by her waist, and subsitute the flower with a kiss. I move my lips away slowly, but hold her tighter towards me. "I love you, _______."She throws her arms around my neck and kisses me like she hasn't seen me in years. I sweep her off her feet and begin to walk to the bed, controling the fashion in which we kiss to show her there is no rush. As I lay her down she kick off her shoes. I help her with her blouse. She helps me with my short-sleeved collar shirt. She undoes my belt as I undo her button and zipper. She starts to move her face towards my zipper and with a smirk on my face, in a calm relaxed tone, i say, "Babe you're not doin' that tonight. Just relax. I'm taking care of everything." I stand and finish preparing. She removes her Victoria Secret bra herself, but since I'm ahead of schedule, I assist her with her bottoms. I crawl  into the bed and post over her. She reaches for my penis and pulls it very firmly in her hand. She knows me so well. We stare into each other eyes. Passion burning our pupils at the sight of one another. I start to kiss her directly under her chin.  I move with a litte more aggression down the side of her neck. Pressing my lips againist her like tasteing a ripe mango. Her shoulder. Her chest. Breast. Stomach. With every kiss, I feel her breathe in anticipation. My warm, solid, erect member is out of her reach now. I continue to her naval. Waist. Hips. Inner thighs.I look up at her and give her my trademark smirk and pump my right eyebrow up at her. She lets out a light giggle. I blow slow, cool air on her clitoris. At the sight I can tell she is very aroused. I begin with tapping small kisses againist it. Now medium. Not as strong as I was kissing her lips, but the level of passion I feel in me now is entirely different. I position my upper-lip in such a way, that it pushes the hood up so that my tounge can make more contact. I hear her humming, almost moaning. I slide my index finger into her vagina. Her clit is out so far now that there is need for my lip to hold the hood. I make long storkes with my finger in a slight pulsing motion. Then, in one storke, I have my middle finger meet with the other. Turn my palm upwards and hook my fingers inside of her. I make my tounge as firm as I possibly can and start to rotate it around her clitoris in a counter-clockwise motion. I begin to rub rapidly on the roof inside her vagina. She puts her hands on my head and pulls on my hair. Now she's moaning.She pulls my head up to her face. Before our lips even meet, her tounge has made it self very comfortable in my mouth. She lays back, we're kissing. My body siloutes over hers in the red light. I can't see since we are still kissing, yet I feel her leg open beneath me. It's obvious what she wants. Obvious because I want it as well. I feel her left hand let go of my head and grab my penis. With a loose grip, she pulls and twists. She guides me in. She lets out a satisfiying gasp and wraps her legs around me. Turns her face away and places her head on my chest. We move at the same rhythm, but I lead. I've never felt her so moist. So warm. I arch my back up, so that as I penetrate, the shaft will rub on her ciltoris. We're still in sync, but the tempo has sped up. I've never made her moan like this. I look into her eyes. Now I see something that I have only felt from her. I see her trust. Our trust. Our love. As she moans, she starts saying she loves me. "Love you... I... love you... love... love you... I love you..." We're not making love. It's already been created. We pioneered our love. The bind of her legs loosen as if she has no more control. I feel her vagina tighten on me. I can't help myself either. It's coming. She's coming. I push myself as far and as hard as I can inside her. We climax at the same time. Together. I'm out of breath. With what energy I still have, I pull her towards me. Hold her. She's catching her air also. I kiss her and reply, "I love you, too."Tonight was the first time we had sex without a condom.

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Goal?

I want to be a writer