I'd Slap Me

If I went back in time and interacted with the child version of me, I would have gladly, GLADLY extended a nice tight slap across my face.

I thank God that there were people sent by God to do just that.

I hated it then but I now realise how imperative that has been.

I'd have done that....

....Even if I went back in time to interact with the teenager me.

.....Even the adult me.

.......Even the me 5 years ago...

I would have slapped me and slapped me hard ON THE FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Coming Out

To me, the whole notion of 'coming out' when one is LGBTQIA+ is a privilege.

Some of us would rather be burdened than burden.

Of course there's a line.

I would never take someone down with me.

I Found Out Something

I just found out that there's such a thing as racial fetishism!

Maybe I have it?

Dark skin is just more attractive to me.

And it seems inherent. Not consciously attempting, I just am...

Doesn't matter the race though...

On that note, there's this South Indian actor I just rediscovered and, oh my God!

I am weak for this man! WEAK.......

His name is Aadhi! And he's so deliciously South Indian! OOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!

All three pictures are of the same man! Look at them thicc thighs!!!

His ass is FINE AF too! 

I wish someone would leak his nudes...

 Ouuugggghhhhhh........ *eyes rolling back into my head in ecstasy*

By the way, his eyelashes are EVERYTHING! Yes, his EYELASHES!!!

Worst of All

Not getting what you want is bad.

Not being able to attain something you want above all else is worse.

Not being able to attain something you want above all else, from no fault of your own is devastating.

Getting what you want above all else and having it taken away from you is gut-punching.

But you know what's worse than all that?

Getting what you want above all else and having it taken away from you without it being your fault.

Remember

There are more people in the world whose dreams don't ever come true than there are people whose dreams do come true.

But we live on.

Because that's life.

Really BITCH?

My profile picture for the app for sending instant messages via the Internet is a collage of three makeup looks I created.

An acquaintance I recently received a call from was confused if it was really me. She had previously dealt with technical difficulties on her technological device which rendered contact numbers on her list void.

Before her contact numbers could be retrieved, she called to remind me to attend an event and in the conversation that transpired, she came up with comments that tickled me into reality. These were her actual remarks when she couldn't figure out if it was actually me in the collage.

Plebeian acquaintance: "Are you a makeup artist"
J: No
Plebeian acquaintance: Then why are you wearing makeup? Are you a girl? You want to become a girl?
J: .........

And then I realised which part of the world I'm from.

Not that it changes ANYTHING!

Really, REALLY????

Why in GOD's EFFING name am I still dreaming about Mr. FUCKING P??????!!!!!

ARE YOU KIDDING ME??????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Birthday Mr. P

Ever since I've known him, I've always been the person to wish him within the first 30 mins after midnight. I always remembered. I always ALWAYS remembered.

Even in 2018 I did.

This year around, Facebook reminded me.

Happy New Year

I've always addressed the coming of the new year on Just Me.

Happy New Year J!

2018 was a mix of good and bad. More bad than good but not an exceptional year.

So good riddance. And here's welcoming 2019!

THIS YEAR IS GOING TO BE AMAZING! I HAVE NO DOUBT!!!

I LOVE WEARING HEELS!!!

I mean, women are lulled into believing they need to wear heels to feel/be/look/perceived to be sexy. And often, those who do succumb complain about it.
To me, do whatever, or in this case, wear whatever the hell you want but don't complain about it!
I love every single pain my five inch heels put me through and you know what, NO complaints!
Oh yea, I do drag occasionally!
:D
Sad thing is, I've kept my drag endeavours as "down-low" as I possibly can because I am from a family who'd probably be not just devastated but also disapprove of my drag. The approval I don't care so much for, it's the putting them through unnecessary emotional distress I don't want be responsible for.
Problem with that is I can't go around being sassy to women who complain about being in pain for wearing heels and that frustrates me to no end!
I am SORRY! (Yes, I'm projecting saying this out LOUD), but if I live in a world and belong to a family where it is acceptable to wear whatever the FUCK I FUCKING please I would never, and I mean NEVER complain about being in pain from wearing heels!

Oh, Happy New Year me.
Because I never know when I'd post on Just Me again and it may very well be 2019 before I do...