Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Who Will Be Invited To My Responsibility Party?

"back alley wisdom" by rainwriter jones


By now many of you know the troubles I have with the bar and grill across the street. The tomfoolery which prevailed throughout the years seemed like a never-ending, butt-burning movie. Well, they gave us a Christmas present this year by closing for two entire days! Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were like living in the woods: Quiet, peaceful, and serene.

What I found interesting wasn't the fact that they were closed for business, but the activity in the parking lot. I watched as ride after ride drove up to the building, the occupant walking to the doors, and then trying the handles. Damn! It's Christmas Eve!! Ain't you got no family? And then I thought: Maybe they don't have family, and that's why they hang out at this God-foresaken hell pit in the first place.

How does one not have a family? I'm not speaking in terms of unmarried people. Just because you're single doesn't necessarily mean you haven't any family. I'm talking about those who have distanced themselves from their family for whatever reason. I had a tenant who had no real relations with his biological family members, but "created" grandchildren, daughters, sons, etc. He used to get on my nerves: Spilling cigarette ashes into my shopping bag, stinking of liquor, etc. His need to please me was pitiful! His inability to connect with his family manifested itself into being overly affectionate to anyone that would give him the time of day.

Why didn't he communicate with his family? Because there is an innate responsibility when you're in a relationship. You have to be emotionally and physically available. This is something that those who hang out in bars and create makeshift families may lack.

Responsibility. A real mouthful for those who don't want that encumbrance. Lets face it. It sometimes can be a terrible thing; being accountable for someone else's happiness. Those of us who choose to take on the challenge have the possibility of being fulfilled. Unfortunately, the ones who don't are watched by me as they desperately try to find a connection to other human beings at the bar and grill.

rainwriter jones

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

50 Years of Bare-Bottomed Rock Jumpin'!

"tiny rain bouquet" by rainwriter jones

Throwing caution to the wind.
Take a chance…no underpants.
Leap of faith from the rockery
so carefully placed by my Father.

The smell of mint is in the summer’s heat.
The boys wait with anticipation
as they swat bumble bees
that cling to the clover.
As I fall earthward,
my skirt flies skyward;
making no effort to hold it down.

The audience scrambles as the porch door opens.
A glance over my shoulder to view my daddy
with a new green switch
selected especially for me!


Bare-bottomed rock jumping is a dangerous pursuit for a young girl. But even with that said, it set the tone by which I live my life today. Taking chances sometimes entails “baring it all,” but I wouldn’t have it any other way! Risk-taking is paramount to attaining growth. And though I caught a good switch from my Father for exposing myself to the neighbor boys, I learned that being bare-bottomed is extremely free-ing. (LMBAO)

Be "here," be active, be proactive, be spectacular! Enrich someone else's life as it will enrich yours. If you help just one person in need, you could start a chain reaction of kindness. It doesn't have to be monetary, either. Sometimes just a simple kind word to someone who needs it can make a world of difference. Be brave: Start the chain...

Be present in 2012: That would be the best gift I could ever receive.

With love,

rainwriter jones

Friday, December 9, 2011

When Rights Outweigh Responsibilties: My Point of View on Gun Control

I remember standing out in the woods with a friend on a summer's day. The air was still except for the rustling of ponderosa pines above our heads. And then, BANG! The sound of gunfire! We let the pistol cool before re-entering the car. We shot the gun just to hear what it sounded like, and what it felt like to shoot. For me, this was a startling revelation: I realized the deadly force of a firearm, and with possessing one, I had the power over life and death.

A few years passed, and I moved 30 miles south. Things were a little bit more rural, though I still lived in what was called a city (more like a big "small" town). As I drove to an appointment, I watched pedestrians cross the street from an adjacent stadium. In their arms bundled up like precious children? Guns. Lots of guns. It was revolting!

Americans have been given inalienable rights: One of which is to carry firearms. I'm sick to death of the escalating violence, and the de-sensitization of our citizens. Just this morning I awoke to the news wherein yet another person was shot after a heated dispute at a house party. Drive-bys, road rage, and now school shootings fill the headlines almost nightly. But then again, we have the right to carry weapons. Or do we?

As I see it, there is a gradual disintegration of society as a whole; an unraveling of a single thread which will ultimately destroy the garment. That thread is that of benevolence. One-half percent of the population is financially controlling the other 99.5%. We wait for crumbs to fall from their over-filled plates. These people have long since forgotten that there are others in need, and look for more ways to hide their wealth rather than share it.

Unemployment is a major factor which guides societal behavior. It's like a "shit rolls downhill" effect. The big companies tighten the reins on their finances, jobs are lost, and people are thrown into despair. There is a sense of hopelessness; a bleakness which blankets the community at large. This can translate into abhorrent behavior. A feeling of helplessness could drive someone who's psychologically unstable over the edge.

Guns are a ready source of satisfying the need for immediate gratification: A cessation of that which is bothersome. Pull out a gun, and end a fight. Pull out a gun, kill that cheating lover. With the click of a trigger, frustrations disappear. If guns weren't readily available, people who chose to use them as remedies may actually find positive alternatives to violence. But we may never know as buying a gun has become as common place as purchasing groceries. They are in the hands of criminals, and those law-abiding citizens who become criminals via crimes of passion.

Associating gun violence with unemployment is critical. They are closely related as the amount of shootings invariably increase with the lack of employment. Those who teeter on lawlessness can be found packing, and wait for an opportunity to act out on unsuspecting victims (like at house parties and bars where liquor flows like the Nile). And though gun supporters claim that we have the right to bear arms as our Second Amendment right, more often than not, guns are used not for self-defense, but in acts of flash aggression. I often make reference to the bar across the street from my building. About a year ago, there was one incident wherein a bar patron was executed two blocks from the bar over a dispute over a woman. If the shooter didn't have a weapon, the victim might be alive today.

I don't agree with the saying that guns don't kill people, but people kill people. If guns weren't dispensed like candy in a vending machine, we might be able to use the brains God gave us. Reason with each other without violence. Be...


rainwriter jones

Monday, December 5, 2011

Everybody's Got a "Thang." What's Yours???


A few years ago, I found a receipt in her grocery bag: Aspirin, shampoo, lotion, and SEVERAL bottles of wine. Was this receipt left in the bag by mistake, or purposely left there for me to find? We used to stand at my front door to talk, but there always seemed to be something behind her eyes: As if to say something to me. But then she'd leave me with a pregnant pause, and conjecture at my feet. I'm not surprised at all when I received a phone call from her on Saturday. With my suspicions confirmed, I (and she) can breathe a sigh of relief at her confession.

Holding onto secrets can be very intense. Friendships, marriages, and even political careers can be destroyed by them (Herman Cain?). Though all of them are not grievous, the ones that cause great distress can be the true life changers. And the thing about it is each and every one of us has had them in the past, is sheltering one now, or will have one (or more) in the future. I think this is why I was not judgmental when my friend admitted to being an alcoholic.

I guess it all comes down to trust, and finding someone who can lessen the burden of guilt. There's a reason why we hold onto secrets. Because of the fear of reprisal, we won't expose ourselves. The thought of losing someone close, social standing, and in some cases, freedom, can be unbearable. I had a life-changing secret in the past, and finding the right person to share it with was difficult. It took YEARS to finally confess, but it was the best thing I ever did!

For 2012 make a promise to yourself: If you have a secret which is burning you up inside, find someone you trust to share it with. At the very least, use this website to spit your rap: Confessing your "sin" annonymously may ease the pressure for a while, but always keep in mind that whatever you did that caused you to go undercover is still there. Deal with it, and for God's sake, don't do it again! It gets no better the second time around.

Let it go: And then move on.

rainwriter jones

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

A Promotion For a Grope ("Oral" Arrangements Over Dinner)

herman cain


By now I'm sure all of you have heard the sexual harassment claims by numerous women in regards to Herman Cain. Well, do you think he did it? I say, HELL YES!! I think he views all people as commodities to be traded for goods, favors, and in the case of women: services. You have sex with me (probably "hands and knees-type" acts), I'll give you that promotion.

In my humble opinion, I think people who hold seats of power have a tendency to use their power for their betterment (but not always to the benefit to those who are being used). He's not the only one to blame for the mess he's in. There were women who took him up on his offer to further their causes. Of course, they're not speaking as the revelation would surely destroy their careers. But we're not discussing willing participants in the Cain Circus, but those who wouldn't perform sex acts for personal gains, and possibly missed out on opportunities because of their refusal.

Throughout the centuries, men (and women) have used their bodies to further their position in the world. But the problem is this: Using your perversions to abuse men/women who are trying to improve their position in any given situation (i.e., school, housing, employment, etc.) is not only wrong, but illegal. Mr. Cain f*cked with the wrong women! Some of them took offense to his nasty thigh-touching ways, and blew the whistle on him. And now that he's "reconsidering his campaign," women all over the world can breath a sign of relief. Unfortunately for him, a big can of worms has been opened, and his troubles have just begun with litigating females.

Hell, he ain't even cute! (LMBAOOO)

rainwriter jones

Monday, November 14, 2011

If Children Were Pets, They Might Be Treated Better...

forgotten by rainwriter jones


I can't tell you how tired I am seeing big-eyed dogs and cats glossing my t.v. screen at 5 a.m. They peer at me from metal cages, or huddled in corners, with Sarah MacLaughlin singing sad animal songs in the background: All the while, pleading for money to aid these "helpless creatures." Don't get me wrong. I'm a full-fledged animal rights advocate. Well, who really can be an animal rights advocate if you eat animal protein (yes, hamburger meat came from one of those big-eyed animals).

What about children right here in the United States who suffer EVERY SINGLE DAY? We'll treat animals better than our own species! Special doggy beds, cat furniture, pet purses, etc. In grocery stores, there's even special pet food in the refrigerator section. Shit looks so good, you could make a meatloaf from it, and your guests would none the wiser.

I had these thoughts for a long while, but a few days ago I saw a disturbing news story which documented the lives of homeless children in Seattle's "Nickelsville." Nickelsvilles is a homeless encampment in Seattle named during ex-Mayor Greg Nickels governing of Seattle. After several years, it has been relocated to different locations, but has never removed. The kids in this community were noted to be "living under plastic" by a King 5 news reporter because of the tents they are forced to live in due to homelessness.

You can see the video here:

Don't you think this warrants a second look? So many humans are disconnected to the wants and needs of our own kind, bypassing a child who's living in a car or tent, and buying bullshit trinkets for their animals. They could at least provide warm coats, hot meals, medicine, to the neediest of citizens. And before you start to say I don't have a heart, I say this. Please do donate to animal shelters, charities, and anti-abuse programs, but don't forget the children who really need you. If I see one more dog wearing a coat a child should have, I'm gonna scream!

I believe in species-specific charity: Giving to our own kind BEFORE we lend a hand to an animal. I know humans can treat each other horribly, and I think that this is why certain individuals have chosen to do their good deeds for animals instead of human children. But look at it this way. If we don't take care of our children now, who the hell is gonna take care of us in the future?

rainwriter jones

Monday, October 31, 2011

R. J.'s Rules of Satisfactory Internet Interactions (welcome to my window...)

promise and decay by rainwriter jones


A few days ago, I read the comments on a friend's Facebook page wherein another person had attempted to pry out personal information. I watched as the poster very tactfully evaded answering the questions from the postee. I'm like, damn, back off!

It reminded me of the interactions I had when I was an internet virgin. Since 2006, I've seen so much online, and have lived to tell the tale. Many of you may remember Yahoo! 360? A hot bed of messiness. Back in the day when I used to frequent IM, random folks would just pop up in my status window to chat, or appear on my page and make weird comments. I had some dude who called himself "Joe" from the United Arab Emirate. As I was fairly green at the time, I allowed him to speak to me from time to time. One day things turned ugly as I saw his cartoon avatar turn into the blank white form. Then he threatened to harm me! Uhhh...shit!

And then there was another character who was cool until I figure he stopped taking his bipolar medications. He stalked me through my page to get to another blogger. It scared me so much that I left blogging for a while. Hell, not everyone in cyberspace are what they present themselves to be.

I still consider myself one of the friendlier folks online (pats self on back). I'm eager to meet new people, gain new insights into other cultures/lifestyles. At one time, I chatted with a dominatrix and her sex slave. She was a really nice lady who loved cats just like me. Problem being her sex slave kept creeping out of my closet, licking my shoes, or crawling from beneath my skirt. He served morning coffee with sugar, and LOTS of cream! But...he was a nice guy. (LMBAO)

Through the years, I've come up with my very own internet rules of engagement. Here they are:

1. Unresponsiveness. If you just sit on my page week after week without uttering a single word (not even a wave, or that you're still "alive"), I'll delete you. I recently deleted a fellow who was cool, and then went dead. I left a note on his page, and messaged. He didn't respond, so he's gone.

2. Flirting. Okay, don't get me wrong. I LOVE flirting! I do it very frequently, but if (and only if), I've known you for at least 6 months or more. I want to make sure you ain't gonna appear on my doorstep with a woody. I had a dude say that my cheesy, gap-toothed grimace was "amazing." You could see the plaque build-up on me teethies; that's how absurd his statement was. Ya, right! That made me feel like a used piece of toilet paper, so I flushed him.

3. Threatening violence. Well, that's more than obvious.

4. My humor, my page. Many folks can get their panties in a winch with the things I find funny. If you're reading this post, you're probably cool. Besides, I've made sure to show the parental guidance page before anyone enters my world. It can get raunchy. I had more folks "unfriend" me on 360 or Multiply because they thought I offended them. My page, my rules! Don't leave nasty comments about my conduct...just leave!

5. Exhibitionism. I love looking at naked body parts just as much as any other pervert. Add a sprinkle of sexual activity, I'm more than good. But, don't show me your "stuff" without getting explicit permission. I had this chick show me a picture of herself squeezing her titties together in one gigantic, amorphic mound of flesh. I'm like, DAMN! I didn't ask to see your business. It just came out of the blue: Her face; then knockers. I could have done without that vision. Til this day, I still have nightmares. She was immediately "unfriended."

I have several friends I peek in on to see what's happening with them, leave a note, a wave, a hug, or even a flirt. I make myself visible: Let you know I like you. It makes me smile when they do the same. Hey, I ain't no stalker...just a groupie! (LOL)

We all have our very own set of rules for interactions online. And though I've written only five, there are several more that I employ on occasion. I'm fairly flexible in bending the rules from time to time, but not about the exhibitionism. Please, don't show me your stuff!

rainwriter jones

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sex Toys and Masturbation: The End of Civilization?

ungloved by rainwriter jones


I recently watched a show entitled "Japan: Robot Nation" on CurrentTV. Some of the information piqued my curiousity. It was reported that Japan is experiencing a marked population decrease. There are several reasons for this, but I will concentrate on the lack of sexual activity on the part of fertile adults. It is predicted that in 100 years, the Japanese people will no longer exist. Men and women are simply not engaging in intercourse. However, men and women are still having sex: But by themselves!

Here's the link for your perusal:

There's been an insurgence of sex toys that both men and women are using for sexual gratification. No need for a messy partner when you can have clean, neat sex by yourself. No commitment, no wining (or whining), no dining. Just pleasure. It wouldn't be a bad thing if a great majority of the population weren't engaging in masturbation.

There is also a rise in the production of "robotic citizens." The Japanese have developed life-like machines to serve as caregivers, maids, companions, and even a substitute labor force. They have even created robotic pets! And lets be real, if they are using sex toys to climax, why not humanoid contraptions? I can see it now: A ship-load of robotic sex slaves sailing westward, and eager customers anxiously awaiting their very own non-committal, plastic doll!

It's a matter of intimacy, or lack thereof. There is a disturbing distancing the Japanese are creating regarding human interaction. A separation of individuals by means of robotics. However, self-pleasuring has become an exported commodity which is leaving not only the bedroom lacking a partner, but creating a worldwide societal change. Why bother establishing a relationship with another human when all you have to do is turn on your machine? When you're finished, put it away for another time. What do you think this means regarding entire nations which choose not only to be spouseless, but also to masturbate instead?

On a species level, this will surely spell our demise. We've lost the human element: The need to touch another person. The want of making a connection to fellow humans not only on a physical level, but a spiritual one. To bond. The Japanese often set the tone for technological advances, so it's just a matter of time before planet Earth will be smelling like used plastic discard.

And to think a steely dan and a few "C" batteries were the reason for our extinction? We don't need an asteroid to finish us off!

rainwriter jones

Monday, October 17, 2011

Coffee and Rape: A Matter of Complexion?

my hands by rainwriter jones


I recently had a conversation with an elder who I've known for several years. As we talked, she spoke of her travels to Antigua, and the beautiful, dark skin of the residents. I watched her eyes glaze over as if revisiting a past she was never a part. She spoke of rape: Rape of females by many different ethnicities which caused our Black skin to be the hue it is now. She also spoke on how we as Blacks have forgotten what it was like; the atrocities we suffered as a people.

Are ethnicities of blended races created by centuries of rape?

This conversation was very troubling to me on many levels. Why would she bring up this topic at this late juncture in her life? Why does she speak like this, and then associate with those she deems as the oppressor? Is she correct in her assumption that as a culture, we were created from acts of violence?

This isn't the first time I've had conversations with elders who seem to fixate on the past wrongs of history. The old folks recall things not only from their past, but that of an entire culture. Maybe they're venting years of pent-up frustration in their own circumstance: Trying to "clear the air" so to speak, before their own demise?

I do believe that the further removed we are from slavery and outright racism, we have a tendency to "forget" the miseries of antecedants. In a previous blog post you may recall my watching the characters across the street that hang out without purpose. It is quite clear they haven't a clue, nor a care, as to what happened 400 years prior. But these are not the only kindred which I feel have lost their way. It's as if there's an ancestral genocide in progress. Our fragmented roots being further broken by not only distance, but time. I met an African several years ago who told me that American Blacks don't remember their past. I have a tendency to believe him.

So what are my thoughts on this topic? I feel as though we were created not only by the violent acts of a few, but through mutual consensual encounters. Not downplaying the rape aspect by no means, but not using this sordid fact as the sole means of our existence.

But we all have our own opinions, our own way of viewing life. Looking at it with a skewed perspective serves no purpose, but creates this negativity that I can better do without. I'm from this time, and not that of those who have come before me. Their experiences greatly differ from mine. I know the people who raped our ancestors are long since dead, and not to make these abuses the primary focus of the present.

Remember, be humbled, and continue your journey...

rainwriter jones

Sunday, October 9, 2011

The "MMMMmmmMMM" Factor

Dave Navarro!


A few days ago, I shopped at the infamous WinCo where prices are as cheap as the people you find in the aisles. I was just there to buy a few groceries when I see this deliciously yummy individual hidden amongst the produce. He had those eyes, and a warmth about him that made him stand out from all the others who surrounded him. Uhhhh, and he looked great, too!

And before you pass judgment, let me say this. I'm just saying what y'all are thinking. I'm a wee bit more vocal than many of you, and have a tendency to express myself a little more readily than the average person. I think there are only a few of you that know where I'm coming from. That there are some people who have that "MMMMmmmMMM" factor. They exude sensuality and sexuality without even saying a word. It's not so much as how they look, but that they're a person that will make you stop your busy life if only for a glance; to take in their essence. Breath in their aura, no less.

I have a short list of those who (at least for me) have that "MMMMmmmMMM" factor:

5. Dave Navarro: Something about those deep brown eyes and pierced nipples does it for me! Though I think he's a freak, he portrays someone who is very emotional and caring. Plays a mean guitar, too.

4. Common: This brutha brings a smile to my face every time I see him. His music is warm, just like his eyes. A person who I'd just sit and watch a while.

3. Marian Gold (Alphaville): A soulful man who wears his heart on his sleeve. Very honest in the way he conveys his emotion through his music. I've been dying to meet this man: One day, I will.

2. Lenny Kravitz: One fine brutha, and one hell of a musician. There's something about the way he carries himself which makes him attractive.

1. My Husband: Don't think this an obligatory add to my list of yummy men. I wouldn't have married him if he didn't have the "MMMMmmmMMM" factor. Sexuality and sensuality all wrapped up into one neat, tidy, ACCESSIBLE package! (LMBAO)

All these men don't have to try to impress as what they are is not seen, but felt. Expressed through their eyes, through their gestures, through just being emotional creatures. Whether you admit to it or not, I'm sure you've had times when you've seen or met someone who just did it for you. You just couldn't place a finger on it why he/she was of interest to you. Hopefully this blog will clarify what was going on at the moment when your mundane life stopped: And took in their essence...

rainwriter jones

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Amplified Car Stereos and Sociopathic Behaviors

the shop: photo by rainwriter jones

Another 2 a.m. thought. Not that I want "2 a.m." thoughts, but I haven't a choice. Why, you might ask? Well, it's like this. I am awakened at least three nights a week by the bar across the street. Young men and women who seem like they haven't work or school in the morning because they're in the parking lot with BOOMING bass, loud talking, tire screeching, and an occasional brawl. The activity has been so noted by officials, but nothing in particular seems to be done regarding the disruptive behavior of the bar's patrons. So, I frequently call the authorities to come handle their business with these idiots. During the day, I take exception to the throbbing bass of car stereos, but really get pissed off when that shit is blasting after 10 p.m.; bouncing through my windows and rattling my walls (and nerves). The tribal and city police are as regular there as the regulars.

So why this blog. Yesterday with yet another episode of racket, I began to think more from a clinical standpoint than that of an irate neighbor. Their behaviors may go deeper than their obviously knuckle-headed actions. I think those who engage in such activities may be sociopaths. The following text is quoted from eHow:


A sociopath is a person who completely disregards and violates the rights of others while refusing to conform to societal norms.

1. Notice if the person exhibits a lack of conscience. Signs of sociopathic behavior are usually present in childhood, so take note if you witness a person torturing or killing animals, showing no emotions when something bad happens to someone else, or showing no guilt or remorse for any of his own actions.

2. See if there is a pattern of irresponsible or poor behavior, including doing poorly in school or on the job. Other behaviors to look for are recklessness, impulsivity and participation in illegal activities.

3. Pay attention to the person’s personal relationships. Many sociopathic people have an inability to love or have lasting personal relationships. This is because they can be very manipulative.

4. Recognize patterns of pathological lying. Sociopaths will continue to lie about things even if they are caught doing them. They can also be very charming and get others who are blind to their behaviors to side with them.

5. Notice if a person has an inflated sense of self-importance or narcissism. A sociopath behaves as if he/she is the only person who matters and he/she will have complete disregard for everyone else. Although he/she has the ability to charm people, he/she will take advantage of them at the same time.

6. See if the person exhibits a need for stimulation by engaging in risky or dangerous behaviors. These behaviors can be sexual or just thrill-seeking. Sociopaths tend to get bored easily, which is why they seldom complete tasks and seek out forms of excitement.


It suits these barflies to a "T." Either they have total disregard to others' right to peace and quiet, or they are not aware that their behavior is disturbing others. In either case, there is a major problem that we as productive citizens have to deal with. How to manage those who are content to create discontent. And to give them the same rights they are more than willing to take from us? A hard-sell to those who are awakened by their obstinance.

And then there are those who follow the ill behaviors of others just because they are doing it? Maybe only 1 out of 10 who participate in this behavior are sociopaths. What does that say about the other nine who follows these mentally ill offenders? To me, that's the scary part of this whole scenario. Those that are knowledgeable/aware that they are doing wrong but since someone else is doing it, they feel it's a free-for-all. History will show that there is one individual or a small group that usually dictates the larger groups' activities. Can anyone recall WWII and the dictators who shaped the mindset of millions? (sorry, I digress)

*back to 2011 and my neighborhood*

Look at it this way: What happens when these people disturb the sleep of our children? These sleep-deprived youth may be our future doctors, lawyers, or scientists. They may never actualize their full potential as their lack of sufficient sleep directly effects their ability to concentrate. He/she could have been someone destined for greatness, a world-changer, finding the cure for cancer, no less. We may never know what damage those lost sleep hours have caused. Who knows: Maybe as youths, some of the rabble-rousers across the street were sleep-deprived?

So, it's 5:12 p.m., and I begin to say prayers for a good night's sleep. The urge to sedate myself is a strong one that I can resist on rare occasion, but usually give in around
9 p.m. just prior to the beginning of the show. I often find myself peeking through the blinds at the spectacle across the street. I can usually tell if there will be a 2 a.m. awakening by the amount of cars in the parking lot. With summer being the worst time for these disruptions, I feel blessed by the rains which clean the streets, and that damnable bar parking lot. Of those who would loiter beneath the "no loitering" sign.

Here's to an uninterrupted sleep...

rainwriter jones

Monday, September 12, 2011

Political Indigestion With No Pepto-Bismol

political rustlin' and tusslin'

As my stomach burned like a m*tha f*cka yesterday, my Mother expounded the facts regarding Obama's new $447 billion legislative package to stimulate job creation. Due to the fact that I was in such discomfort, I couldn't care less about any political rants, today (without a sore belly), I STILL don't care. Why?

It doesn't matter who is voted into any given office. It's all the same: Campaign speeches are slathered in promises just so that the politician can get voted in...and then...NOTHING! In some instances, I think there are actual desires to fulfill what was promised, but there are constituents who make it difficult, if not impossible, for these politicians to have these promises come to fruition. These individuals, lobbyists, etc., would rather see their opposition fail rather than do what's right for the country just to gain political status for themselves and/or their party.

It's all the same. A good person thinks they can change the world, just to leave office as tainted as the person who previously occupied that seat. At the end of their term, they end up looking like Nadine in Stephen King's "The Stand" after she sold her soul to the devil. Yes, it's all the same: Nothing changes.

To me, politics cause great discourse, and to a certain point, I could do without the political process. We need to have some sense of order which government provides, but it's high time that we work as a people to accomplish goals for the betterment of society as a whole, and not just serve individual's selfish needs and desires.

And since that day will never come, I sometimes find myself just checking boxes on my election ballot. It doesn't matter...

rainwriter jones

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Military Personnel Trawling for Sex at the Mall?

*disclaimer When I searched for images of "young girls with soldiers," most of them were pornographic. Go figure!


Yesterday while watching the news, there was a story regarding several enlisted men who are accused of raping two teenagers. The young girls were seen at a Portland area hospital, and stated they were taken to a hotel and assaulted by several men. Two soldiers are under arrest for the alleged crime. The fact that they are in jail proves at the very least there was some sexual contact.

My questions are these:

1. How in the hell did these girls get to be in the company of MEN?!

2. Are men cruising malls for young girls to have sex with?

3. Are these girls being monitored by their parents, or left to their own devices?

4. What is the allure of picking up what appears to be underage sex partners?

5. Wouldn't it be easier for these guys to pay for sex, rather than risk incarceration?

This isn't the first time such stories have circulated in our area concerning military personnel taking advantage of little girls. There was a news story a few months ago involving young girls being snuck into the barracks, getting high, and being raped. One teenager died after overdosing on a narcotic. I wonder if the military has been aware of such exploits in the past, but preferred to cover them up?

Now the biggest questions regard who is to blame? These girls for going with these obviously horny dudes? The parents for not supervising their children? The soldiers who probably knew from jumpstreet that these "ladies" were just months from playing with Barbie dolls? Or the military for not locking up these men?

Your thoughts or opinions?

rainwriter jones

Monday, August 29, 2011

Blue Panty Day (drawers to suit your mood)...


The Pick of the Day

is not creating any unnecessary noise today
is creating an adult space filled with music and booze
is creating a unique piece which suits my personality
is being selective in her selection
is putting sweaters in the cleaners (fall's coming)
is being led where she wants to go
is going as far as YOU let me
is seeing "it" from my window: a testament of living wrong

but deliciously so...


I awoke this morning staring into my underwear drawer. Gazing deep into a cotton-polyester (sometimes silk) oblivion, I felt a strange peace fall upon me. Why do I feel so content? Because life is moving forward. Sometimes I'm at pace with it, and sometimes it's just slightly ahead: Encouraging me to keep up. Quite a prolific thought for a cloudy, unusually cool summer's morning.

Then I also thought: Do men wear their underwear to suit their moods, too? I'll lie mine out onto the bed (color coordinated, of course), and pick which bra and panty set will match where my head is at that particular moment. Red for sexy; funny/quirky panties for creativity; black for solemness, etc. Do guys do this? Or do they just pick out any drawer from their drawer?

Today is blue, but changed my mind to white. What does that mean? I really do think the choice of undies for the day is fairly significant, don't you?

rainwriter jones

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The Day I Had Red Hair (and lived to tell the tale)

...and this AIN'T me!

Life does, indeed, have it's twists and turns. My turn toward righteousness and good deeds happened a few years ago when I decided to dye my hair red. Shocking red: The shade of Bozo the Clown! Feeling cavalier, I knew that I was the baddest chick this side of the continental divide (though I would find out differently a little later).

The truck needed some major body work, so it was in the repair shop. I needed a ride, and I called a taxi to pick me up. The driver was a lunatic! Said he wanted to kill someone 'cause he was upset. I kept talking to him: Get his mind off of driving me over a cliff or something. Well, I make it to the auto body repair shop unscathed, but this is where the REAL life-changing event occurred.

I was on the cell phone with my husband, snacks in hand (jelly beans, of course). As I crossed the street from the gas station, a white car careened down the road, nearly striking me. So, out of anger, I yelled at the dude. He slams on his brakes and yells something back. I pass this off as another idiot who needed to head back to driving school, and continued my stride toward the shop. Just as I entered the parking lot, a white car FLIES into the lot (the addition of dust and rocks made the scene even more terrifying). At this moment, the prideful red head disappeared, and the chicken took over. I found a crowd of bystanders to hide amongst! Yep, human shields. One of the guys re-assured me "that wasn't the man you were arguing with." (LMBAO) The car passed through two parked cars, and crashed through the hedges of an adjacent parking lot. Out pops an employee late for work at the gas station. WHEW!!!

I think I shaved 5 years off the end of my life that day, but learned a valuable lesson. A big mouth full of nasty words coupled with arrogance can get you into a world of trouble. Believe me, I've been cool ever since.

And I vow NEVER to sport red hair again!

rainwriter jones

Monday, August 15, 2011

How Did You Get SOOO F*cked Up! (or, the policy of living "messy")

just another bum...or not?

Had a lovely and interesting trip to Nevada. For the past 4 days, I sunned, funned, and watched bums forging through garbage cans for recycling items and whatnots. As I saw yet another indigent in the center lane of a busy boulevard either stoned out of his mind, mentally ill, or both, my thoughts began to wander. How did this man end up in my view at this particular point in time of MY life? My blog today addresses the issue of being "messy." You can either be messy by being physically cluttered (i.e., messy house), or mentally messy (i.e., finding or creating trouble, not taking care of your life business, just a f*ck up).

I have had several incidents of mental messiness in recent history. This is a "cleansing" blog to which I know several of you can relate. It doesn't matter what social standing to which you belong, what neighborhood you live, or even what country in which you reside. I'm sure EVERYONE has had someone in their lives who just don't get it. That throw hot potatoes your way, just waiting for you to get your hands burned, and maybe even laughing at your pain. Those who have taken advantage of your good nature by using sh*t that doesn't belong to them, taking sh*t that doesn't belong to them, or simply doing f*cked up sh*t behind your back. Aha, I KNOW you have a special person in mind that has done this type of "mess" to you! (LMBAO)

Back to the dude in the middle of traffic on a hot summer's night in Vegas. My thoughts? He got there by living messy, by not taking care of his life's business, by not listening to what his mind/heart told him, by lifting that bottle one time too many. The messy folk I deal with may tinker with a little drug and/or alcohol, but the main deal with their ass*s is that they refuse to take responsibility for their station in life, which leaves them stationery: Rooted to the spot. They think that just because some folks are living without grips of stress, have it "together," that they are allowed not to pay the obligations that are due, or even slough at the jobs at which they are paid. Ya, it was one of those weekends, and yes, I'm bitchin' BIG TIME!

As I organize my thoughts and free my mind of these evil thoughts of retribution, I take into consideration that being nasty ain't gonna do anything but bring me to their level. I'm gonna be okay, believe me. Knowing that all of you have suffered at the hands of others, too, makes me feel better!


Messy is a state of mind.

rainwriter jones

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

The Media: Their Role in Creating Chaos

As a child, I was taught by my Mother not to trust strangers. She instilled into me that some strangers mean to do us harm. Shit, not even policemen could be trusted in certain circumstances. I didn't know how true this statement was until one day as I walked home from school with my other siblings, we were approached by a man in a car who told us that our Mother was in the hospital, and he was told to come pick us up. We didn't get in, and he drove off. Who was waiting for us at home? Our Mother! I was in Kindergarten that year, and have NEVER forgotten how close I came to being that child on the milk carton.

Throughout the years as my friends and I walked to/from school, there were men who made attempts to abduct us. I don't think our parents realized how dangerous the tree-lined boulevard actually was. We took it as a fact that it was best to walk against traffic so you could see "them" approach, and then cross to the other side of the street before their doors flung open. I've often been told that I have this un-approachable look on my face, and a "don't-mess-with-me" type attitude. It was acquired at a very young age out of necessity.

This blog post isn't entirely about my dubious encounters as a child, but how the media sensationalizes stories like these for ratings. It can harm the community at large by encouraging copycat incidents by those who may have thought about performing such crimes, but were not seriously thinking about acting on them. The news can influence those with abhorrent and/or crimimal thoughts to act on them, and even give ideas on how to implement them. With the reporting of these crimes, the media often gives details of the original crime. This can give ammunition to those who are easily swayed to do wrong.

In the case of child abduction, there wasn't much reporting of this type of crime. In 1974, a 4 year-old named Heidi Peterson was abducted. This started a string of missing children cases which to this date are unsolved. Did media coverage play a role in the increase? I do believe it did. There is a point to which reporting turns to over-emphasizing the details to increase ratings.

There were numerous school shootings in the United States a few years back. I don't think there would have been so many of them if other emotionally unstable children wouldn't have been given the information on how the attacks were acted out, or if the media were not to have continually reported on it. The would-be perpetrators saw how much media coverage the massacre received and for their 15 minutes of fame, decided to do it themselves.

And now in London riots. What started out as a protest revolving around a shooting has escalated to an all-out battle between police and hoodlums. Media coverage showed the chaos and mayhem, and those who had criminal intentions made their way to add to it. Hell, with my own eyes, I saw people laughing as they called on their cell phones for others to join them.

Do I think the media should be controlled? To a point. Better judgment should be used on not only what is covered, but HOW it's covered! To exercise better control over the content that is shared, and how often to share it. A little restraint goes a long way.

It could even save a life. Maybe yours.

rainwriter jones

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Yes, Dear Harriet: There's Cream in that Coffee!

Life in the multi-cultural family is an interesting one. Yesterday I went to the community center with my grandson, nephew, and Mother. We had a lovely time playing in the park with the other children, taking pictures, and spending time together. At the end of our visit, we entered the center to cancel the membership of my elder daughter. I have been friendly with one of the staff members there, so I thought I'd introduce my family to her. I received a slow, dissecting look on her part at my relatives: Trying to make heads or tails at our relationship towards each other. We range from very dark to very light in our complexions, yet, we are family just the same. She was even bold enough to ask my nephew "does he (my grandson) belong to you?" At that point, I eased out of the office thinking that this woman was a total idiot. She had imparted me with information that she was involved in an interracial relationship, so I thought she was "down." Needless to say, I won't be dealing with her ass any longer! In another instance, I've had someone straight up ask me what my grandson was "mixed" with. Lord have mercy! I answered her matter-of-factly just to let her know that I wasn't fazed with the question, but amazed that she would ask it.

My family is comprised of many ethnic groups, and it's always laughable to see folks' reactions when we're all together. Black, White, and Asian. Some of us with only the one ethnicity: Others a beautiful blend. But...we're family just the same. We were never taught to differentiate between races like some people do, but to judge the character. With this said, I do believe there still is an underlying racism embedded within our society. Little nasties like this often arise when the economy is bad, folks are struggling to pay their bills/keep their jobs, and they've got to find someone to place all their troubles.

Interesting how my little interracial family can cause such a stir. I'm proud to stir up the pot!

rainwriter jones

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Blood / Sweat / Religion / Bullets

...or The Theory of Fundamentalism

The arrest of Anders Behring Breivik for his murdering 93 innocent people (most of which were children) has brought to the forefront a troubling trend towards fundamentalism. For some reason when the economy is having difficulties, fundamentalists seem to creep out of the woodwork. They attempt to blame others (more namely a certain group of their choosing) for all the present problems of the world. "He has said that he believed the actions were atrocious, but that in his head they were necessary," his attorney said on his behalf. Killing innocent children is necessary? I will be looking at this problem from the standpoint of one single man, and not the whole collective of fundamentalists.

The combination of weapons, religion, and mental illness makes for a lethal combination. Yes, I am saying that fundamentalists can be mentally ill as they tunnel-vision themselves into a single-minded thought process of categorizes one group of people into something "evil," something to be eliminated, being ethnically cleansed. Breivik's tunnel-vision is towards Muslims. He is not willing or able to ascertain only a few Muslims have fundamentalist views, too, and are willing to commit mass murder on behalf of their cause. Yes, the same way he did.

I have read that others believe like me, that religious fundamentalism is a type of mental illness. Some of the symptoms are linked to delusional schizophrenia, which the American Psychological Association's DSM-IV describes as involving a profound disruption in cognition and emotion, assigning unusual significance or meaning to normal events and holding fixed false personal beliefs. Please follow this links:

Breivik must have exhibited signs of a delusional disorder for years, but no one thought to get him help. Those around him probably thought him weird, and dismissed his views as that of a wacko. Unfortunately, 93 people died because no one stepped up and tried to seek assistance for him, or even to detain him in order to keep him from hurting others. These people NEED to be tracked as to their whereabouts at all times! I know you might say this is against their rights of human beings, but just think if YOUR child was on that island?!

21 years is not nearly enough for the massacred...

rainwriter jones

Monday, July 18, 2011

For The Love of Pete and Really, Really Poor Decisions

downtown with no place to go by rainwriter jones
As I headed out to my vehicle this morning for my workout, there was a female with a RAGGEDY Jaguar parked behind my next door neighbor's RAGGEDY Thunderbird. As I'm backing up to leave the parking lot, she comes down the ramp and starts shouting something. I don't even know what she said as she is insignificant in the entire scheme of things. I think that's why she's upset: Because of her insignificance and how I perceive her.

I try not to be judgmental, but it's so very hard with such "in your face" ignorance. To me, someone who is ignorant is a person that doesn't take responsibility for the circumstances they are in, but blame others for their predicament. This woman doesn't seem to have a job, nor a place to stay that she can call her own. Instead, she vents her frustration at her station in life on others she perceives belittles her. My NOT responding to her infuriated her. But, I shall not be intimidated, especially on my property.

She's just a small example of unresponsible people who are content in their discontent. A sad lot who early on in life gave up trying. Either from poor parenting, or by them not listening to good advice, they end up being societal parasites. They are the type of people you make sure your children see that if they don't do what they need to do (i.e., stay in school, get a degree, stay away from disreputable people, etc.), they will end up like them.

As my husband oftens says, it's not one or two bad choices which result in these type of folks sleeping for crumbs in some nitwit's bed, but a series of them. The fact that they don't and/or won't learn from their mistakes makes it it that much worse.

God love them, bless them: And keep them out of my hair! (LMBAOOOO)

rainwriter jones

Sunday, July 17, 2011

The Tender Mercies of Forgotten Naughties

"indulge" by rainwriter jones

Love’s In Bloom…
(from a clinical standpoint)

A herpes zoster:
Sam remained buried and long forgotten.
A chain-smoking virus.
A booze-guzzling shingle.
A herpetic lesion that drunk dials
at 2:45 a.m. after the pub closed.

An oozing blister
to which Rhonda applies salve…


I think we've all misplaced things. In a hurry, set down car keys someplace you normally don't put them, and then have one hell of a time locating them (especially when you HAVE to be I have this tendency to set something down with the intention of coming back for it later, just to forget where I had placed it. But there are some things that never should be forgotten, laid places, left behind. Some items which, when discovered, will cast a discerning eye upon the person who left it. Damn!

Years ago when my husband and I were just married, we assisted in moving a family member's belongings to her new apartment. Have you ever had an impression of someone who seems conservative? Well, she was one of these type of folks who obviously had an alternative lifestyle because what we found amongst the boxes shocked us! Yep, pornography! Real tasty bits of flesh mixed with some devilishly delicious body parts. Also included in this array of naughtiness was a few toys, lotions, and edible underwear. Well, being the youngsters we were, we figured taking one or two items wouldn't be missed, so we took a book called "Ass Masters." (LMBAO)

Fumming through the book was quite interesting. Men and women in all sorts of compromising positions and all, laughing at their glasses all catty-whompess on their heads as they (and we) lost ourselves in their provocative scenes. The funny part of it all was the fact that our dearly beloved had all this freaky shit in her possession! Lawd have mercy!

We placed the book in the glove box of our car: And forgot about it. Now this is where forgetting something can get you into a world of hurt. We sold the car with the book in the glove box to none other than...*drum roll puh-lease* MY FATHER!!! Try explaining the unexplanable to your parent. It wasn't originally ours, but no one was going to believe us.

Hmmmmm, I wonder where that book eventually ended up? Do YOU have it? (LMBAOOOO)

rainwriter jones

Friday, July 15, 2011

My Special Talent

I have this special talent. I may not be able to play an instrument, perform mathematical calculations, or tie cherry stems with my tongue. My talents are much, much more special.

I've watched and analyzed one person in particular whose movements (or lack thereof) fascinates me. I saw how this person spent their time f*ckin' off with know-nothing females and so-called "family," extravagant spending, and continual drinking. Now that he's close to retirement age and has nothing. Not a pot to piss in, nor a window to throw it out of. I've watched him be king of nothing in particular, prideful, and selfish. Now that he's in dire need, there's no one to help. Show me your friends, and I'll tell you who you are.

I've had a few interesting interactions as of late, one just recently in an online conversation regarding abortion. Though not too terribly disrepectful, his manner was abrupt and off-putting. As our discussion continued, he became increasingly terse; wanting to talk over me. At this point, I couldn't be bothered spending any more keystrokes on him. With my "special talent," I ascertained he was highly opinionated and quite difficult to get along with not only web-wise, but in "real" life.

For years, I've dealt with a person who gave the impression of being more than they were. Though very intelligent (and she went out of the way to let you know this fact), she draped herself in pride, hid behind her husband's earnings, and marveled at her social standing in church and the community. After it's all said and done, she needs help with things she didn't need assistance with in the past. An explanation as to her declining abilities would be appropriate if she wanted to enlist others aid. Her hard head won't let her PROPERLY ask for help.

Not saying that I'm Sally Jesse Rafael (though I've been referred as one in the past), I'm very observant. And though I may not say anything, I'm watching...

YOU!!! (but probably not as hard as you're watching me). (LMBAOOOO)

rainwriter jones

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

No Smoochin' Allowed!!! (when PDA's go wrong)

"push for flasher"

25th Block From The Water

The clank of bicycle chains break the silence on a tree-lined, two-laned boulevard. Past waving neighbors, friends ride 2-by-2 with creeping shorts, ashy legs, and worn

sneakers, on their way to the lake choked with milfoil, waders, and garbage. The day is perfect as breezes blow on sweaty skin and flattens afros. Vicious dogs and

trolling predators alike take respite from this route: if only for today. They pedal with flat soles that chocolate doesn’t cover, over potholes, and race each other to murky waters: eyes closed, no hands, no helmets.

rainwriter jones


READ THIS!! (You have to copy and paste, but I'm sure you can manage.) *chucklin'*

This article made me applaud! I'm SO glad I'm not the only one who thinks public smooching, touching, or generalized fondling in public is a no-no! Not necessary, I say! Take it to a motel, I plead! (LOL)

Many of you don't know my revulsion towards PDAs. It started when I was a little girl. I would attend Camp Fire Girl meetings at a neighbor's house, and her daughter and the daughter's live-in boyfriend would scurry upstairs for a little "in-out, in-out" while the mother was away. Another couple of incidents (well, numerous) involved a teacher's roving hands and/or inappropriate comments, and experiencing several would-be abductions on my way to school. Though these latter two instances aren't PDAs, I'm sure it helped me develop my repulsion thereof.

Okay, back to today's regularly scheduled programming of mirth and mayhem! (LMBAO)

Will Hug Ya When I See Ya...

rainwriter jones

photo "push for flasher" taken by me (rainwriter jones to you!) :-D

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Hot off the presses! New poetry by Korliss Sewer (aka, rainwriter jones). Please come by and check it out.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

They Hold Up The Walls Whilst Their Pants Fall...

...and I see them holding up the wall at the smoke shop across the street.  I watch them (pants hanging/shit-talking) gathering on the premises, slinging "illegals" to anyone who may be interested in their wares.  Now they've set up a hair cutting area in the parking lot.  Beneath the canvas, who knows what transpires there.

Most of the time I'm angry with them:  Being the absolute scourge of all I despise in life.  Unmotivated to do the things I feel they should to become real men.  Lazy, siftless individuals who would no sooner steal from you than to secure legitimate employment.  They run in packs, these wall-holder-upers do.  They give me sly smiles as they know I think of them as an abomination to mankind.  And being that I absolutely DESPISE lazy men, it couldn't get much worse than to view their ineptness.

Yet in still, I pity them.  I have a pretty good idea how they ended up holding the walls with their backs.  No fathers nor viable male figures.  I'm speaking in terms of males who made the choice (whether consciously or subconsciously) to abandon the lives of their sons.  I know someone who through his actions left his son high and dry.  His son found other males to fill the hole that he should have occupied.  Unfortunately, often times the "hole-fillers" are those that have been left behind by THEIR fathers, gang members, or other disenfranchised-type individuals.  This young man (to whom I referenced in a previous blog) has since found a questionable lot to call his family.  With no upstanding male to guide him, his only option was to run with what I would call a gang.

To me, the male bonding experience is an important one.  I've found that those who group together and have had positive influences in their lives do much better than those who do not.  There is little tomfoolery in those circles, no criminal activity.  Just guys enjoying each others' company.  On the other hand, there can be negative consequences to those males who gather not so much for companionship and comraderie.  The ones who didn't have the benefit of positive male sculpting early in life can engage in unlawful activity when in these groups.  Yes, all under a hair cutting tent in a smoke shop parking lot!  My rage in male parental abandonment will be aired in another blog.

Note to the absentee male figure:  Take a look over your shoulder and see who you're leaving behind...

rainwriter jones

Monday, June 13, 2011

Deliciously Down-Low Dirty Deviant Devils

In the recent past, there have been a series of sex scandals involving high-profile individuals.  As each story develops, I begin to question all the hoopla-la regarding sex, and how some have made a three-ring circus surrounding the act.  There's definitely a difference between someone who enjoys sex or the pursuit of such, and those who are compelled to have sex.   Shall we explore this? 

PART ONESexual Deviancy

I knew a person that I considered a very close friend that I can classify as a deviant.  I thought he was a very charming and endearing person, and didn't know of his activities at the beginning of our friendship.  Being promiscuous at a young age might have set the tone for his adult pursuits of multiple partners, questionable sex practices, and pornography.  We knew each other for over 20 years, and he held his "unusual" desires to himself for almost the entirety of our relationship.  However, one day while visiting him, I found a few pieces of unmentionables missing from my suitcase.  His constant denials led to an eventual confession.  We haven't spoken since.

Sexual deviancy is a mental health disorder and like with any addiction, it takes larger doses of the drug to elicit the same desired effect.  In terms of sex, the perpetrator tasks bigger risks.  Many may be acquainted with a person they may consider sex addicted, but what is sex addiction?  In my previous blog, "Sex Addiction 101," I list the symptoms as follows:

- Compulsive masturbation (self-stimulation)
- Multiple affairs (extra-marital affairs)
- Multiple or anonymous sexual partners and/or one-night stands
- Consistent use of pornography
- Unsafe sex
- Phone or computer sex (cybersex)
- Prostitution or use of prostitutes
- Exhibitionism
- Obsessive dating through personal ads
- Voyeurism (watching others) and/or stalking
- Sexual harassment
- Molestation/rape

To be truthful, I'm sure many of you have engaged in one or more of these activities (me included).  But when does it change from pleasure to destruction?  Possibly when it becomes obsessive and/or detrimental to relationships, employment:  Anything that is important that is disregarded due to having to get the next fix. 

Rep. Weiner is a primary example of what could be considered sex addicted.  From what I've been reading (and what he has confessed), he has had many encounters with willing and unwilling partners, and engaged in exhibitionism and cybersex.  He stepped far and beyond what would be considered healthy sexual desires.  Addicts often hide their abhorrent behavior from family and friends, especially their spouses.  Clues are often left as to their activity, but one needs to be receptive enough to interpret them. 

PART TWOFreaks (and the freakazoids who frequent these freaks)...

In my honest opinion, Arnold Schwarzenegger and Tiger Woods aren't sexual deviants, but men who enjoy the company of women:  MANY women!  Hot, lusty freaks that relentlessly chased females, even engaging in sexual activity with them.  It's probably a good guess that Maria Schriver knew about Arnold's tastes for the female gender, and only objected to it when the public was made aware of his adulterous behavior.  The possibility of many other women showing up and a child fathered with yet another woman couldn't be tolerated for someone of her social standing.  She would surely be shunned by her high society friends for allowing him to step out on her like that.  Too calm, too laid back, she HAD to have known.  I wonder what his childhood was like?  Was it okay in his household for the males to have women on the side? 

On the other hand, Tiger liked to do the nasty with whomever he could catch a hold.  His ex-wife Elin didn't have a clue as to his extramarital affairs as evidenced by her using his golf clubs on his ride .  Why he left a trail of text messages pointing a finger back to him is beyond me.   Might as well have been bread crumbs.  In his case, the inability of sexual experimentation may have led to his sexual exploits.  So do you think that having a little "taste" before marriage would have curbed his philandering?  We may never know.  He was sexually underdeveloped as he acted like a school boy humpin' girls behind the portables.  What's ridiculous on his part is that he knew these women would not hold his secret.  And speaking of secrets...

PART THREE:  Somewhere In Between (or the world according to Alec Baldwin)

I followed a link on twitter regarding the Anthony Weiner sex scandal.  It was a real eye-opener as spoken from a "matter of fact" perspective.  Mr. Baldwin is taking the stance that cybersex " sex for many people now."  The rest of the article can be found here:

Can this be true?  I know with the advent of being able to virtually touch anyone on planet Earth courtesy of the internet, we have accessibility to just about anyone we desire to interact with (for any purpose).

Another quote from Baldwin:  "Weiner is so busy, he forgot the important rule that everyone you interact with on this plane becomes a co-conspirator. You rely on them to remain confidential." A fascinating statement.   Maybe part of the game is being secretive:  That raw part of the clandestine affair?  Maybe even moreso than the sex itself? It sounds perfectly logical that holding one's secret is one of the highs of undercover sex.  A wink, a nudge, a confidence held between two (or more) co-conspirators.

CONCLUSION:  The Truth in Advertising

Being up front about sexual tastes/habits with your partner is a favorable thing to do.  Your partner should be able to make an informed choice as to whether to continue a relationship with you.  It isn't fair to hide these facts from someone you supposedly care about.  But if you're lying to your partner, you probably don't care enough to let them go.  Extremely selfish, but so is sneaking around, AND putting your partner ask risk of STDs (believe me, if someone is creeping, they're probably not using jimmys).

Taking the mystique out of sex may alleviate the need for some individuals to lie about their pursuits.  The other person should have the choice as to whether they want to accept their weirdicities," or move on.  It might be a surprise that when you confess, your partner might have a confession or two for you as the knife cuts both ways!

rainwriter jones

P.S.:  If you use my coined word "weirdicity," make sure to give me credit! 

Monday, June 6, 2011

The Wrong Parent Left Behind

Where do I start?  Well, from the beginning of his story.  A tiny baby born to parents who didn't want him.  The two of them made a decision to put him up for adoption in lieu of parenting.  In comes two parents who chose to adopt him, wanting to make sure that he felt loved:  Wanted.  That it wasn't a mistake for being born, but a miracle that he was created.  And after 3 days, the birth parents take him back.  With this, the psychological abuse commences with the father walking out after three years, and the mother being emotionally vacant.  He's left to raise himself while the adoptive couple helplessly looks on. 

I have personally seen this story re-enacted over and over.  One parent walks out, leaving the other parent to take on the entire burden of raising a child on their own.  In this particular situation, both parents were (are) dysfunctional.  But there are other instances wherein one parent is more capable to taking care of the child(ren), but the OTHER parent has custody.  The result are dysfunctional children who turn into dysfunctional adults.  There is an endless cycle of men and women who never had a nurturing relationship with the custodial parent, nor the part-time parent.  They cannot emotionally connect with others.  If you've never seen what it is to be loved, how can you love? 

I'm not knocking single parenthood.  Though in the past, I had my doubts  regarding the viability of such a relationship.  However, it works in certain circumstances wherein there is a support system established between the single mother or father and other family members, friends, etc.  I have a friend who single-handedly raised two beautiful, functional children without the aid of a deadbeat father.  In this instance, the removal of the father from the equation was to the benefit of the children.  I'm referring to a custodial parent who is incapable of raising a well-balance child due to their lack of parenting skills, drug abuse, or lack of "availability."  Those who check out of their parenting responsibilities, or were never emotionally available to begin with.  Those who show no love toward their offspring.  These children have a tendency to engage in anti-social behavior. 

It's too bad that parents aren't assessed for their ability to love their children.  Just a hug, a kiss, or a word of encouragement is all some of these kids need to become productive citizens.  But here we sit, and we wait, and we cry as to what has happened to these children right before our eyes.  I know because I'm the adoptive parent who could only stand by while my son's life was ruined.  Yes, I call him my son because he was, if only for three days...

rainwriter jones

Monday, May 30, 2011

Pride in Censorship

As I uploaded more poems for inclusion in a book I'm creating on Blurb, I thought I'd better take a deeper look at some of the more questionable words and/or phrases I use while writing.  This excerpt is what I found: 

11.1 Prohibited Content. YOU MAY NOT INCLUDE “PUBLISHED BY BLURB,” “BLURB PUBLISHING” OR ANY OTHER REFERENCE THAT DIRECTLY OR INDIRECTLY SUGGESTS OR IMPLIES THAT BLURB IS THE PUBLISHER OF THE BOOKS THAT YOU CREATE USING THE SERVICES. You agree that you will not post, submit for print services, or otherwise provide to the Services, any Prohibited Content. “Prohibited Content” includes Book Content or Other Content that: (i) is offensive or promotes racism, bigotry, hatred or physical harm of any kind against any group or individual; (ii) bullies, harasses, or advocates stalking, bullying, or harassment, of another person; (iii) involves the transmission of “junk mail,” “chain letters,” unsolicited mass mailing, or “spamming,”; (iv) is false or misleading or promotes, endorses or furthers illegal activities or conduct that is abusive, threatening, obscene, defamatory or libelous; (v) promotes, reproduces, performs or distributes an illegal or unauthorized copy of another person’s work that is protected by copyright or trade secret law, such as providing pirated computer programs or links to them, providing information to circumvent manufacturer-installed copy-protection devices, or providing pirated music or links to pirated music files; (vi) is involved in the exploitation of persons under the age of 13 in a sexual or violent manner, or solicits personal information from anyone under 13; (vii) provides instructional information about illegal activities such as making or buying illegal weapons, violating someone’s privacy, or providing or creating computer viruses and other harmful code; (viii) solicits passwords or personally identifying information for commercial or unlawful purposes from other Users; (ix) contains viruses, Trojan horses, worms, time bombs, cancelbots, corrupted files, or similar software; (x) violates any applicable law, including, but not limited to laws and regulations governing export control, unfair competition, anti-discrimination and false advertising; (xi) involves commercial activities that are detrimental to the interests of Blurb; or (xii) otherwise violates this Agreement or creates liability for Blurb. BLURB RESERVES THE RIGHT TO REFUSE TO PRINT ANY BOOK THAT CONTAINS CONTENT THAT IT DETERMINES IN IT SOLE DISCRETION IS PROHIBITED CONTENT, and you agree to indemnify and hold Blurb and its subsidiaries, affiliates, officers, employees, suppliers, service providers, and partner companies harmless for any claims, losses, liabilities and expenses arising out of or relating to any breach of this section.
Yes, a lot to assimilate and for someone like me, very restrictive.   Those two yellow highlighted words, obscene and offensive, are certainly subjective.  Who is to determine what is offensive or obscene?  A bare breast which nurses a child is fine, but a breast of a reclining female is not?  A penis in a medical book is totally acceptable, but one that is displayed in a photograph (let alone erect) is deemed as unacceptable?  (If you take note and read the red highlighted text, you'll certainly get a chuckle in seeing it's okay to promote sex and violence to anyone over the age of 13).

Censorship in the United States has always been a delicate subject.  The First Amendment allots for freedom of speech, but only to a certain extent.  Profanity and obscenity are not allowed in certain circumstances, which I can understand (i.e., around children under 18, etc.).  I think people should have the right to hear (or not), read (or not) anything they desire as long as they have been aforewarned that questionable words/phrases are being used.  In my case, I found "Tom Sawyer" particularly offensive back in my formative years as the word "nigger" was used liberally.  But, the powers that be found it perfectly acceptable language because this book was a "classic."  Still pisses me off 'til this day!  Whoever made that decision decided to include this book in the curriculum regardless of how Black Americans felt.  Damned right, it was OFFENSIVE! 

Just recently Thomas Dolby used one, just one, explicative, and was subjected to a torrent of comments from those who preferred not to hear it in his song "To The Lifeboats."  In my opinion, it was perfectly placed within the context of the song, and  I wondered why folks were getting so bent out of shape behind this word.  It was the only time I can recall him using a swear word in his music.  Maybe because they thought it out of character?  Or their civility wouldn't allow for its usage? 

My blog has an adult lock which warns people that certain subject matter may be objectionable, and they have the choice whether to enter. Why Blurb doesn't have something similar is interesting.  Because I wanted Blurb to publish my book, I toned down the language of my writing, which in my mind lessens the impact of certain pieces.  Well-placed verbiage of any kind is necessary for relay the emotion the author is trying to convey.  Needless to say, I'll be looking for another book creating site that will publish my work in it's entirety (uncensored) like many of the e-zines and free press literature publications out there. 

I don't know.  Maybe adding an astericks would make it more acceptable, and shit?  Oh, wait a minute.  That should be "sh*t!"  (LOL)

rainwriter jones

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Arnold: The Unwed Father

I have decided to re-open my blog page after several months of not posting.  This spot will be used whenever I have something a bit controversial and/or long-winded in style.  Not wanting to off-put anyone, feel free to visit my opinions at "anywhere in the rain."  

Arnold Schwarzenegger.  Yep, I'm sure you've all heard of him, and the scandal involving him and his procreative activities.  I'm sure his family/wife/friends were aware of him having several women on the side.  To me that's not important.  As long as a couple is aware that either party is "out there," who's business is it other than between the two of them?  My issue comes into play when high-profile individuals deem themselves without fault, often placing others onto their moral compasses, and THEN get exposed for their dealings. 

The love of the female/male form is admirable, and I'm not chastising anyone for getting a taste here and there, but I don't think of sex as love:  It's an act.  But again, that's my opinion.  Things were probably cool between Arnold and Maria until the word got out regarding his secret child.  Since she would look disgraced in the eyes of her contemporaries, all of a sudden, it wasn't cool that Arnold was "out there."  Who's the hypocrite?  Damn, cut him some slack, Maria.  Don't play dumb now!   She probably stopped having sex with him years prior.  And who knows?  She might have knew about the child(ren) in question. 

Have your fun, but don't make children or bring home diseases. 

But...this is only my opinion.  Please feel free to leave yours, but don't be cruel in how you relay them.

rainwriter jones