I don't really know why I chose this title, it just amused me.
I've actually had quite a good day, despite my lack of sleep. I ended up going to bed around 7 this morning, only to get up and go to receive a massage around 10:30. So as you can imagine, I've been fairly short on sleep, but my massage was SO GOOD. I'll be going to back to see her again. For sure.
After that, I tried to eat at a Cafe I really like, but the line to the cashier actually went out the door. I stood in line for about five minutes and it didn't move at all, so I chose to try to make it home. As soon as I got on the real road, I felt a desperate rumble in my belly that said 'I am so hungry bitch, if you don't feel me shortly, you WILL be sick.' So like a good Runa, I decided to go to Dunkin' Donuts. Big surprise there: They gave me a free box of munchkin donuts. A big box of 50 of them. Not even kidding, that sucker was super heavy.
Who's a lucky wench? I'm a lucky wench. Drove home, put the sheets in the wash, chopped up veggies for dinner (my hands STILL smell like celery. I made pork roast with potatoes, onions, carrots and celery), then put the blanket in the wash and the sheets in the dryer. Then MJ came home, and told me about the bus being full, and her not recognizing one of her classmates on the bus. He refused to tell her his name, saying she should be paying attention in homeroom, and if she wants to know, she'll have to listen tomorrow.
I thought the kid had a good point, really. Hubby came home and we ate. Then we scrambled to get to the movie we wanted to see in time. We saw Kubo and the two strings. Its quite a family friendly movie, and I laughed far more than I expected. It has some touching moments as well though.
I cant believe I havent posted this song before. Im a little obsessed with it.
On a final note, my keyboard hasnt been working correctly for several weeks now. I hope you'll be kind about any mistakes due to this. Thanks dears!!
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
The Crown Tattoo
So MJ's mom is back in jail and has been for a week now. A few days before they caught her at a road block and sent her in for parole violation, she got a new tattoo.
Now without discussing it first, but my husband and I felt that the tattoo wasn't like my sister, and it seemed like the kind of thing a guy would have put on her. We didn't think it was like her at all. Yesterday while I was talking with my mom about my sister, She asked if I knew what the tattoo was about. I mentioned it didn't seem like her, because it was a blueish crown on her R Temple (which is a dangerous spot to get a tattoo anyway), and it seemed like something a guy would have told her to get. Mom scoffed and said yeah, let me tell you.... Apparently Cin has a pimp named King, and the crown is his symbol. Any girl wearing that crown 'belongs to him'. I felt sick and wanted to cry when I thought about it. She's basically sold herself into sexual slavery, and will probably never be free of it, because that tattoo will always be on her face.
Mom mentioned Cin would have to make a lot of changes to get her support, and one of them would be removing that tattoo. My mental retort was 'with what fucking money?' She wouldn't need a pimp if she had a job and money to live. Hubby, when I told him, mentioned that if she'd just gone to jail a few days before, she could have avoided being branded like cattle.
That's the tattoo. I have a couple ideas of how to make it something else, but they all obviously look like coverups. *sigh*And again, that's a dangerous spot for a tattoo. Looking at pricing to have it removed, it'd run about $300 to remove it. I may start setting aside some money so I could offer that as a Christmas/Birthday gift if she wants it.
My feelings.... I am confounded and heartbroken she has become so desperate that she became a full fledged prostitute, and that she has a vulgar enough pimp that he permanently marks them infuriates me. She's beautiful, sweet, and kind. She has so much potential, so much ability, that I think it cripples her. She could do other work, but inevitably feels she could do better, and disdains the menial labor she's able to get (she cant get anything better because of prison records). This ends up with her not gettting along with others, or quitting in a snit. Which damages her reputation even more.
I wonder if she enjoys the sex. I'm sure it's not like the sex I'm familiar with at all, and hopefully even if its unsatisfying, it's quick and/or painless. Looking at her photos from facebook, and reading the micro-expressions around her eyes and mouth, I can tell she's near the edge of tears. I feel like a failure of a sister, that she's come to this, and I've been unable to help her enough. When all else fails, you should be able to rely on your siblings, and I don't feel like I've fulfilled my required duties.
I think..... if she enjoyed her work, I could feel better about it. If she had a pimp that wasn't so vulgar as to mark up her face (for goodness sake, she's 34, she's already going to start losing her looks soon. WHY is he rushing her descent? Why is he making her less attractive?), maybe I'd feel less upset. I don't care that she's a prostitute, so much as I care that she's unhappy. Please tell me you understand what I mean. I really don't care that she has sex with people for money, but I care that I can rarely see a photo of her being happy. I want her to be happy, and while I feel she has so much potential in her life, I understand she's shot herself in the foot so much it looks holier than swiss cheese. This would make most other types of work difficult for her.
I just looked her up online in the correctional facility locator, I'm trying to figure out how to visit her. I am pretty sure I've already told you all that I can't really identify people in photos. I have to have confirmation that the photo is the correct person, so while I'm sure he thinks it's weird, I have to have my husband confirm that the photo is my sister. It actually helps a bit that there's a tattoo on her face to help me see that it's her. The photo was too blurry for me to be sure without Hubby though.
I think the only other feeling I have that should be addressed is this interesting urge to go find her pimp and scream that she's belonged to me far longer than she'll ever belong to him. I want to put a tattoo showing she's mine on her to remind her that her life is, for better or worse, forever entwined with ours, and she should always remember that her actions affect us.
Thoughts, comments? I would greatly appreciate all input, as this situation bothers me rather more than most situations tend to.
Thanks Dears!
Now without discussing it first, but my husband and I felt that the tattoo wasn't like my sister, and it seemed like the kind of thing a guy would have put on her. We didn't think it was like her at all. Yesterday while I was talking with my mom about my sister, She asked if I knew what the tattoo was about. I mentioned it didn't seem like her, because it was a blueish crown on her R Temple (which is a dangerous spot to get a tattoo anyway), and it seemed like something a guy would have told her to get. Mom scoffed and said yeah, let me tell you.... Apparently Cin has a pimp named King, and the crown is his symbol. Any girl wearing that crown 'belongs to him'. I felt sick and wanted to cry when I thought about it. She's basically sold herself into sexual slavery, and will probably never be free of it, because that tattoo will always be on her face.
Mom mentioned Cin would have to make a lot of changes to get her support, and one of them would be removing that tattoo. My mental retort was 'with what fucking money?' She wouldn't need a pimp if she had a job and money to live. Hubby, when I told him, mentioned that if she'd just gone to jail a few days before, she could have avoided being branded like cattle.
That's the tattoo. I have a couple ideas of how to make it something else, but they all obviously look like coverups. *sigh*And again, that's a dangerous spot for a tattoo. Looking at pricing to have it removed, it'd run about $300 to remove it. I may start setting aside some money so I could offer that as a Christmas/Birthday gift if she wants it.
My feelings.... I am confounded and heartbroken she has become so desperate that she became a full fledged prostitute, and that she has a vulgar enough pimp that he permanently marks them infuriates me. She's beautiful, sweet, and kind. She has so much potential, so much ability, that I think it cripples her. She could do other work, but inevitably feels she could do better, and disdains the menial labor she's able to get (she cant get anything better because of prison records). This ends up with her not gettting along with others, or quitting in a snit. Which damages her reputation even more.
I wonder if she enjoys the sex. I'm sure it's not like the sex I'm familiar with at all, and hopefully even if its unsatisfying, it's quick and/or painless. Looking at her photos from facebook, and reading the micro-expressions around her eyes and mouth, I can tell she's near the edge of tears. I feel like a failure of a sister, that she's come to this, and I've been unable to help her enough. When all else fails, you should be able to rely on your siblings, and I don't feel like I've fulfilled my required duties.
I think..... if she enjoyed her work, I could feel better about it. If she had a pimp that wasn't so vulgar as to mark up her face (for goodness sake, she's 34, she's already going to start losing her looks soon. WHY is he rushing her descent? Why is he making her less attractive?), maybe I'd feel less upset. I don't care that she's a prostitute, so much as I care that she's unhappy. Please tell me you understand what I mean. I really don't care that she has sex with people for money, but I care that I can rarely see a photo of her being happy. I want her to be happy, and while I feel she has so much potential in her life, I understand she's shot herself in the foot so much it looks holier than swiss cheese. This would make most other types of work difficult for her.
I just looked her up online in the correctional facility locator, I'm trying to figure out how to visit her. I am pretty sure I've already told you all that I can't really identify people in photos. I have to have confirmation that the photo is the correct person, so while I'm sure he thinks it's weird, I have to have my husband confirm that the photo is my sister. It actually helps a bit that there's a tattoo on her face to help me see that it's her. The photo was too blurry for me to be sure without Hubby though.
I think the only other feeling I have that should be addressed is this interesting urge to go find her pimp and scream that she's belonged to me far longer than she'll ever belong to him. I want to put a tattoo showing she's mine on her to remind her that her life is, for better or worse, forever entwined with ours, and she should always remember that her actions affect us.
Thoughts, comments? I would greatly appreciate all input, as this situation bothers me rather more than most situations tend to.
Thanks Dears!
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