After several e-mails with some WordPress moderators i have finally figured out where i went wrong and why the original Naturism for People of Color was shut down. Apparently i didn’t inform WordPress that this blog and NFPOC was to have ‘mature’ content on them so that is why NFPOC was suspended and now so has this blog. I was allowed back in to basically collect my things and leave so I may set up a new blog on one of the subsidiaries of WordPress, like WordPress.org and a few others. Basically after more then three years with both these blogs either i was reported as having ‘mature’ content or during a sweep of the site they noticed my blogs and decided to suspend them without notice. But it says they can do so in the Terms of Service so I’m stuck. I have about a week left to get the rest of what i want and leave. So i’m pretty much done. I’ll have the new blogs set up in a day or two and I’ll leave the new addresses for each blog on this one and then i’ll delete the blog myself. Its been fun and every thanks for being so loyal and understanding.
Well as the title states it was a hell of a ride for Thanksgiving and beyond. A couple of days before Thanksgiving I traveled with my parents by car to Ohio to be with my brother’s family for Thanksgiving. We stayed from Tuesday to Saturday, making it back around 5 pm Saturday. I took all sorts of pictures and played with my baby nephew who has just begun walking over the last month. He takes a few steps and then falls over. Its a good laugh and we all cheer him on as he looks at us with a big grin on his face!
But on the day we left to go to Ohio i got a call around 4 Am from my friend Tasha. Her ex-husband and father of her two children had died just a couple of hours before she called me. I was trapped between staying in town to comfort her or go with my family. As you can see from reading above, i decided to go with my family, i had already made the commitment.
On the way home i also realized that i had either a really bad cold or the flu because i felt like crap the whole way home. Saturday night i had chills. I managed to make it to the funeral on Sunday afternoon and back home. The funeral was a somber affair, i won’t go into details about how Fred died, but suffice to say it was sad none the less. After that for about 3 days more i was battling whatever i had until i felt better. And during those three days i had cousins asking for rides and such, i was not in a good mood, but i made it through. On Tuesday i went to the doctor to ask about the ASG and how long i was supposed to wear the thing. The nurse couldn’t give me a straight answer. Although she did suggest that i should wear it when i had a need to. At that time i took that advice to mean i had to figure it out for myself, since she apparently could not or did not ask the doctor since he was not there. So i decided not to wear the ASG anymore since i felt i didn’t need it.
That idea lasted all of 3 days when i began to feel some tenderness and soreness in my right testicle again. So i have been wearing the ASG on and off. The thing is so damned uncomfortable though, so i wear it sparingly. I finally decided to order something better online, cost me a total of twelve bucks for one pair on Amazon. Although to be honest some of the sexy stuff looks a lot more comfortable, I just feel too embarrassed to even order the stuff, let alone wear it. After i have all my bills sorted out though i may order another pair. Just to have two comfortable pairs instead of one.
Beyond that I have a appoint with the urologist on the 7th of January. I wonder why i have to wait so long.
I saw this post on Facebook and i decided to link to it here. It has some great points.
Here’s a quick preview:
I have been out of America for years, now. I can honestly say that when you leave American society, your mind and emotions began to heal. Your actions and thoughts begin to correct themselves. When you don’t watch the bs on TV, eat fast food, or listen to brain dead music on the radio, slowly, your “negro” programming wears off. Your taste buds change. Even the smell of your skin.
I met a rasta a few years ago at a bar. We sat for a while, had a few drinks, and in the middle of the conversation, he told me that I had the mind of a white man.
What the hell!?
I’m the most militant, pro-black person I know. How could he say that? I was offended. Years later, I understand what he meant. Before I get into that, let’s talk about MOST black people in America.
Niggas love being niggas, So much so, that they strive to be REAL niggas. They take pride in saying,”I am a real nigga”. Really? That was your goal in life? To be a real nigga?
I hope my followers will read this with intelligence and discretion. I don’t agree with everything the author said but i agree with a lot of it.
Well OK more like a month ago..or maybe two. I came in here all bold as brass and declaring i was gonna kick ass and take names. Then depression, lack of finances, and lack of drive because of those two things took hold. I’ve been looking for job on and off. Bidding my time, on and off. And just being miserable. But you know the old saying goes about how something reminds you of what you were supposed to be doing when you get distracted. Yeah that happens a lot with me. I’ve been reading a comic called Questionable Content since Sunday. I’ve been playing catch up. The whole damn comic is like a slightly cooler version of my life when i was in my twenties. It depresses me and encourages me to get off my ass and do something. *sigh* One of the things i need to do is update and clean up this blog. I need to find a theme so viewers can just look through the stuff with a click like they do with Naturism for People of Color. The theme for that blog allows that. Although now that i think about you can do something similar by clicking the tag cloud on this blog. *sigh* i need to get a life and really look at this blog.
A few minutes ago i was sitting here at the computer and i got up, thinking about the fact that several people had just liked my posts and maybe even some of my photos. I was very happy about it but I saw the pictures n their blogs and i was sad because i don’t think I’m as good as they are. I walked to my door and opened it. I was thinking about going outside to take some pictures of the moon. And i was also thinking. I want to be a better photographer and writer. I want to be as good as the people who have liked and followed my posts here on this blog. And that’s when this thought went through my mind, “God wants the same thing for you William, you just need to get off your butt and do it. You have the time now, don’t give up.”
I was amazed that such a thought came to me. But i realized just how much of my life i had put off because of that damned paper route. I know I’m repeating myself but it seems that this needs repeating. I need to get a job that allows time for me to pursue the things i want in life. I can find a way to make money, have a good life, and enjoy said life as well. All i have to do is look for it and try to achieve it. Well it’s time to get to work!!
I’ve been soul searching. I guess everyone does it when they suddenly become unemployed. I’ve been thinking back to when i got that call from my supervisor when he told me that the higher-ups had fired me. The first thought that had popped into my mind was, “This was supposed to happen, this is the way it’s supposed to be.” Now i have my faith and I’m proud of it, so immediately the though that this was some kind of comfort or thought from God came to mind. I immediately pushed the thought aside and my supervisor and I tried to find a way for me to get my job back. It was a underhanded idea but i wanted my job back. Even as we were discussing it i actually felt bad about planning this caper because it made me no better then the person who had fired me. Of course my route was split up two days later, thus making my plan impossible to succeed. So now I’ve been sitting here for the last few weeks wondering what to do next.
I don’t have any answers. Only a sense that i should wait and let God guide me, and I’m not to sure on that one anymore either. I wonder if i just came up with that idea myself. One moment I’m pissed about the whole thing, the next moment i don’t even care. So I don’t even know where I’m going with it all. That’s the biggest problem with it all, having no answers. I’ve spent the last few weeks on the computer or on the PS3 with occasional spurts of exercise. I’ve been catching up on webcomics that i haven’t read in years, looking and answering in forums that i used to barely pay attention to. I also played the lottery and got myself signed up at Publisher’s Clearing House. Yes i have been praying that i win the lottery or PCH. I’ve never prayed for such a thing before because i always thought it was a cheap, easy way out of poverty, but now I think I’m a little wiser.
One of the things i’ve been studying in the last few days is the whole ‘alpha’ male thing. Now i know that will piss some of my feminist followers off. But i have to admit my eyes have been opened, and i realize that i have let my manhood and sexual happiness slip because of this beta male mentality i’ve had with dating women for years. So i need to find my own source of ‘Alpha maleness’ and get back on track to being a happier person.
Well that’s it for now.
A lot had happened since i last did a regular post. Well I’ve finally gotten back into my writing, and dealing with my finances. *sigh* I may have to give my car. But i’m not too upset about that. More as i feel like talking about it.