This week’s all about what everyone thinks but nobody says on speaker.
Me? My neighbors say I had nothing on—nah, that’s a lie, I had the radio blasting at full volume 😎
What we call “good” or “evil” isn’t written in the stars—it’s in the hands of whoever’s got the power, with the best PR for their version of the truth.
It’s a philosophical, political, and strategic Game of Thrones where the powerful call the shots, and the rest of us dance to their tune like we’re free haha
But heads up: once you swallow their rules as absolute truths, you end up hiring yourself as your own executioner.
Me? I’m just here after a morning of riding, inviting you on an emotional joyride—no map, no guarantees—the kind that breaks cold logic wide open. 😉
This week, I opened my Pandora’s box and, damn!
It was full of ghosts!!
Those specters I used to party with when boredom hit hard came back to give me a wink haha
Aww, poor things—I threw on my shades, cranked up my country soundtrack, and told them I had a rosary in the cooler.
I don’t want any “demoni-ex” with a busted GPS messing with my nowhere vibe! 😎
Dear readers, I don’t beat around the bush. I don’t sell supermarket spirituality, and I don’t buy morality forged for control.
That’s right—don’t come at me with self-exams or answers that sound like verses from different Bible translations 😒
If you’re gonna read me, get ready for your internal X-ray 😈
Personally, when I see those moralistic little stamps at the community fair—the ones that repress your desire and keep you from taking control—it just confirms the killer marketing they do to stop you from facing it head-on.
Everyone’s got those fake selfie smiles… because nobody admits that we don’t just sin—we do the novena and sin again haha
There’s no “why”—it’s just our human nature.
Sorry, but I think that slogan “ Raising hell on Saturday, going to church on Sunday, call it a tie” is a loser’s motto..
Me? Success is my comfort zone, but it looks like you’re lost in the land of promises… if your life plan is to sin, ask for forgiveness, and reset like Candy Crush? I’m not sorry as I said, tbh 😒
Gossip Sesh:
These past few weeks have been the kind that get on your nerves… pure drama!
A latin friend of mine, drowning in tears over her cappuccino bc of her ex, whining that she regrets not marrying him. Excuse me? Pity dressing up as a martyr, obsessing over a guy who only cares about his superficial mirror image, now she is playing the victim role while stabbing herself with emotional daggers…
Literally, I ordered an espresso shot—it was the only thing strong enough to wash away that bad taste… I told her, “You’re not his Virgin of Guadalupe! Let him pray to another saint…”
The problem isn’t the ex—it’s that she doesn’t want to stop being the star of her own emotional punishment.
Y’all, we’ve all got that deluxe demon, that emotional .zip file that won’t delete but won’t open either 😮💨
If I ever get tangled in that moral web again, I’ll do it purely for emotional ethnography & glass of whiskey.. chilling, observing like I’m studying an extinct behavior:
“Let’s see if it still reacts to the same stimulus. Spoiler: they do.” Lol
I enlightened my friend so she wouldn’t get trapped in that cycle. I told her, being friends with an ex is dangerous, but if you have to do it, you visit them like you’re passing through an old neighborhood for nostalgia… and you leave before sunset 😎
Folks, morality traps us in what ‘should’ be and limits what we want.
Facing temptation—after a few failed attempts—when you reach a mature freedom, you don’t aim to be “correct,” you aim to be true to your real-time conscience.
You face the options temptation gives you from a position of power.
I’ve got a philosophy that goes:
Anyone claiming they didn’t enjoy flirting with the devil is just faking a selfie smile 😈
I know, I just turned Eden into an afterparty haha
But every chaos is private—and you know that makes it more valuable. More intimate. More real. 😎
But here’s the real question:
Does the echo or the abstinence sting more?
This week I asked my bestie from NY, and he said:
“Kim, you know, I’m on a celibacy streak—it’s way hotter to flirt than to have sex. Watching the other person burn for you, feeling the temptation brush your skin so close, and then choosing, nah! I don’t real want you”
Me: HAHAHA
I got it—the real fire isn’t in sealing the deal—it’s in the game itself.
The tension, the unresolved desire, that moment where anything could happen but doesn’t… that’s what ignites more than the act itself.
It’s like flirting with the devil: the adrenaline’s in the edge, in the provocation, not in crossing it for good… When you see someone burning for you, and you control that fire, it’s a sweet, dangerous, addictive kind of power 😼
I told all of you, this so attractive guy plays so hard to follow!!
Morality limits you like it’s giving orders. I’m not just talking about temptation—I’m talking about the pleasure of mastering it. Anyone who says otherwise just can’t stop at the right moment and would rather demonize it.
Me? I love living on the edge… right where the fall is fatal, and the flight is glorious.
Bye now!
