Alternative Jobs for the My Pillow Guy

Dear readers,

Ever wonder if you’ll be happy with MyPillow Guy and his stupid infomercials? ARe you tired of his raving mad conspiracy crap? Well, I kinda thought about this and want alternative jobs for this dude. Here they are:

1. It started with a joke. My partner has a habit of stealing my actual bed pillow at night. So I humorously said, “If I catch you stealing my bed pillow, you will have to put the MyPillowGuy up for $5.” In other words, the first alternative job for the MyPillow guy would probably be a male sex worker. Simple, right? Well, at least he’d be shipped off to a different spot on the map and wouldn’t do anything there but hang around the red flag districts in a place like Amsterdam and go to strip clubs where women frequent. He’d have fun giving lap dances to ordinary gals, but as a sex worker, he’d be like, oh, okay. He’d go for whatever price he could put on his own self, and he’d be contributing to Europe’s economy, some other place’s economy and not selling fake pillows.

2. Well, if this guy didn’t like the shipping out thing, maybe he should try male private freelance stripper. He’d be able to entertain the top elites in their hotel rooms, go to strip clubs, bling himself out, and maybe not sell fake pillows.

3. If MyPillowGuy doesn’t like stripping or sex work, maybe he could try waitering at a restaurant, maybe a place like … um, okay, not Hooter’s. But not Twin Peaks either. I’d put him in someplace like Denny’s or something. Or make him a busboy. He’d have to carry drinks and food to customers, and yes, not sell fake ass pillows.

4. What if he really didn’t like the jobs listed above? MyPillow Guy might want to consider dog food taste tester. It makes good money and you get to make sure it doesn’t kill you off or make the dog sick. And he’d be telling plenty of stories about the nasty tastes of dog food to his colleagues at one of the other alternatives listed above, or to his wife and children around the dinner table. No fake pillows needed.

5. Perhaps he should try donating plasma. MyPillow Guy might enjoy the poking and prodding in his skin, or not. But does anyone know how important blood and plasma sales or donations are? A pint saves quite a few lives. And he doesn’t get to rave on about his pillow crap either.

6. Maybe he should just be a paparazzo and harass celebrities if that’s what could put him to a close but sticky jail sentence, depending on what pics he takes. paparazzi are paid to harass and take pictures of people, and maybe he could take the pics of people wearing his fake pillows around town, and you’ll be darned to see Norwood College nannies doing the defensive driving of their celebrity kids around so that people would really be like, that’s no guy in the Paparazzi at al. That’s the MyPillow Guy. …” The people would proceed to yell out that his pillows are just pillows, nothing special.

6. Idk what you all think, but most of the weirdos who commit crimes are hired as sewage workers or janitors. Perhaps this MyPillow king could sit down and get dirty for a living. Maybe he should be a janitor or house man maid, so he would clean up rich people’s dirty poopy crap and have to unclog pipes like a plumber, but not go super into that. Maybe a handy dude as long as he finishes the damn job and doesn’t promote his fake pillows.

7. IF he could sing, maybe he’d be charged to sing the national anthem at ballgames, but I would go a step further. MyPillow Guy would be required to sing the Black national anthem, Lift Up Your Voice and Sing. Maybe we’d have him sing that while his fake pillows are being unstuffed right in front of him. I’d torture him by making him sing that song twelve times. Okay, moving on.

8. Maybe he could be a construction worker, a builder, building affordable houses for the poor. He would not be allowed to put his pillow crap in those houses though.

9. IF not, just make him contribute to a soup kitchen, one that accepts sexual minorities. He’d be required to put all his soups there, and all the people would say, oh, is MyPillow Guy doing something productive for a change? He donated the shrimp stew his wife made to us. Yes, I’d be clapping hands for this one. And he’d not be allowed to promote his pillows too.

10. IF there’s one thing I wish for MyPillow Guy, it’s that he understand the meaning of life. HE needs to consider if not anything else being a philosophy professor, be forced to research liberality and topics he doesn’t like, and maybe he’d be waking up and changing his name from Michael Lindel to something else. He’d be all, “I don’t like you, Trump.” He’d be going, “Oh, dearest Judge Judy, I want to change my name to John fogerty or James McMichael and I’m not the MyPillow Guy anymore.” Perhaps when he sees the dead people who die because of his conspiracy theories, the deaths due to hate crime laws that Trump doesn’t or didn’t care about, the people being disrespected at Valor Christian School, and he hears the kids cry, well, the answer would be in a song I love so much. Blowin’ in the Wind. Bob Dylan, back me up.

IF anyone wants to tell me how many times must a man cry himself before he notices he is doing such, the many times bullets hit the streets, if MyPillow Guy had any good in his heart, he’d stop doing this crap he’s pulling on the world, and maybe he’d join Bob Dylan on the stage, singing a song that asks and answers many questions, that brings attention to the sad state of our human race. Mr. Dylan, I love you profusely because your music is so awesome. You bring attention to everything, you are a songster. Could you do me a favor and teach this My Pillow trash talker how to be a hippy? I transformed from a Conservative Christian into a life affirming liberal, and I hid all the liberality, but maybe the whole time I was in Colorado, I was and stil am a liberal thinking but Conservative dressing unlady who is so unladylike she doesn’t need to hold a flip you off sign that says, patriarchy get out. Truthfully, I don’t hate people, and I’d be glad to invite MyPillow Guy to become a UU in my church, and get rid of his fake pillow ads for good.

Have a happy holiday season, and I won’t be endorsing or listing Mike Lindel’s crap on this blog, so stay tuned for a gift guide soon.

Beth

How Hard Is It to Process When Freedom’s Gone?

Dear readers,

A spoiler alert is in effect for Handmaid’s Tale Season II. Please skip if you haven’t seen or watched this show. However, if you have seen the show and know what came after, do read this post.

This is hard to process. Emily found out in Season II of the Handmaid’s Tale that her professor colleague was hanged and called a really bad word that refers to gay men. Emily herself is in a lesbian relationship and her Martha partner got hanged for it. Emily was forced to go to the Colonies with the so called unwomen. Same with Janine. I feel bad for Janine, and for all the Emilys out there in Afghanistan who will never see her lover again.

There is something quite different about OfFred in the handmaid’s Tale. She’s spunky and she’s ready to rebel at all costs. Now I know why a buddy of mine hates Serena, and that gal deserves the same fate as the unknown wife in the colonies who was being punished for what? Falling in love. Women are assigned in marriage in Gilead, but let me tell you where in the real world that happens. Africa, Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, the entire third world, and the United States, so hell bent on “not offending cultural sensitivities” insists on legal child marriage. Let me explain why I hate this. Because little girls are too young to figure the love thing out … and too young for sex and relationships. Teenagers should never be brides, period.

The Taliban are notorious for acting just like the commanders, Sons of Jacob, in Gilead. And for those who say the Handmaid’s Tale is “irrelevant fiction”, go to Afghanistan. Try living under Taliban rules, no education, no work, just sex and breeding for you who say this who are straight females. My worst analysis of the recent scenes I saw in the Handmaid’s Tale are also true. I personally want to make sure that all my sisters and brothers in all communities outside of Christianity and Islam are safe, and the Handmaid’s Tale as I have said is a dire warning. It is a dire warning to us all, and Atwood’s book is even deeper. Need I ask that you read the Testaments?

The big thing is that Serena is about to find out how wicked she was to her handmaid, June Osborne, also known as OfFred. OfRobert, also known as Alma, had both her hands burned off. I couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to kill a woman like Alma. Then there was Moira, who was a Jezebel for a time, but now, boy she’s going to be very very important.

I honestly am glad we don’t have Aunt Lydias in the world, but you could say Isis’s AlHamza Brigade is similar to the aunts of Gilead, only they’re Muslim ladies with guns who force their beliefs down girls’ throats. People, if you’re not paying attention to the similarities between Gilead and Afghanistan, I don’t know what planet you’re on.

I’ll b writing an analysis of a new book by Laura bates, a book about Incels and Pickup artists and the like. I will be talking about her book, how it analyzes the internet, the trolls and former community members she’s interviewed, and so much more. Yes, I’m going to tell you, there are plenty of incels in the white communities here in America, and I did write about one such. I do have some ideas about how we can fight back against such people, but if we don’t, we’re going to be a Republican right extremist country possibly called just plain America, or Columbian Gilead, or something else. We women won’t be able to write these blogs, read other blogs, or do anything but breed and marry, and handmaids could. be the surrogacy contract that most couples could arrange and I could be in big doo doo. People say, “Block the trolls.” But the truth is these trolls are like Eliot Roger, who said he’d punish women for rejecting him. Well, I’ve got something to question Roger’s actions.

What if all men had the government right and duty to kill or maim or impregnate women? I’d have to get out a pistol like June does in the Handmaid’s Tale and … not sure what I’d do exactly, but I’d have to do a resistance thing and take down the incel regime because that revolution is invalid. First and foremost, they’re racists. Incels also don’t like women to the point where they dehumanize and downgrade women from humans to “foid.” Notice the quotation marks I put that word around.

So what are the precautions we women must take? First, I’d never go to places where these men hang out, but if you have to work at a bar, things will be different. First, I’d stick a rapex device in the birth canal, I’d warn my partner I had it there, and go to the bar. Then if a guy tries to approach me and try to work sex like a vending machine, he’d get zapped or cut, simple as this. Something like this happened to a lady in New York, and the guy was forced to go to the ER for treatment, but then the cops showed up and the DA charged him with attempted rape, and that device is evidence of such a thing taking place. Another thing women should know about these types of guys, they could organize, form a male only government, and partner with terrorist orgs. Guess whawt? It happened in Afghanistan for the second time. Taliban rulers will not allow women in cabinet positions, government positions, or what have you. They are lying to all women in their borders, and trust me, they’re a lot worse than incelibates on the internet who say, “Women are not human.” There are men who avoid women too, thinking they’ll charge them with sexual harassment. Well, here’s a tip for gents who want to approach me: don’t catcall or harass me, or you’ll get kicked by my partner because it’s not cool to harass women to begin with. My short skirt is not a license to rape, and neither is my tank top, my dress, or what have you. Neither is a geisha’s gold kimono dress or what have you. Just … don’t … do it at all. Hold your dicks in your pants, don’t open your fly at the bar, just do not do it. You can approach me as a friend, a colleague wanting me to do more with my career, help me and train me as a conductor with a choir, whatever you have to do to get to me and train me in a profession other than sex work. the sex workers have to control the situation anyway, and I don’t plan on doing such things because hell, my partner would be a bit sad, so yeah.

Now if any of you people think this Handmaid’s Tale and incel post is scatterbrained, think again. Women who’ve told me I was incapable and incompetent should know that they will lose their freedom if they associate themselves with a Gileadean government. Here’s what I think the solutions should be regarding feminism and progressive causes and women’s rights. How do we protect boys from incel communities and MGTOW as well?

1. We need to ban these communities altogether, I don’t care if you think freedom of speech. We need to set up algorithms on Facebook and other social media platforms to catch the bad guys before they act. And here’s the good news: we have that capacity, so use it or lose it.

2. We need to establish that gender and sexuality evolve over time, and reteach all these boys in our schools that it’s not okay to handle women the way a pickup artist does, and we need to make boys aware of incel communities so they stay far away from them.

3. Girls must take governing positions as women, and we need to ban some things along the way. One, we need to ban sexual harassment at work, in schools, at home, and in play. Boys need to be taught by good parents, myself included should I birth such a person, that girls are humans, and that girls are not to be raped or violated in any way possible. Boys and girls in high school should be required to read the Handmaid’s Tale and the Testaments and … explore the possible distopian results of not standing up and saying no.

With all this in mind, I’m going to continue watching the Handmaid’s Tale another time.

Beth

Britney’s Freedom is My Freedom

Dear Britney spears,

I feel so much for you it isn’t funny. When you revealed you had an IUD put in to prevent you from getting pregnant, I almost died inside. While my birth control pills are a choice, there is a problematic thing about doing IUD or Nexplanon, and this is what it boils down to. Putting things in your body that are implanted is rather invasive, and an IUD can break and you could die. I’m scared for you because of Amy winehouse, the gal behind Rehab, and I love that song. truth is that she committed suicide by alcohol because her stupid father had a conservatorship similar in scope to your own. Britney, I hope you will hear me out.

I was seventeen when my parents declared me unfit to manage my own affairs, got guardianship, and put me away when I tried to have relationships. There’s a girl in Orlando going through the same thing. guardianship and conservatorship is sexist, ableist, and so much bullshit I know what you want when I hear you say it’s abusive. It is, believe me, you don’t want to know what my parents think of me now that I forced them to discharge the guardianship. I had threatened in emails to have them in a restraining order so they couldn’t contact me because guardianships like theirs are cruel and unusual, and the ones who think guardianship is good for. me are usually stupid evil white men. I received a rather trolling comment, hence why you don’t see a comment field in this blog, from a Wes Derby who ultimately said, “Florida was correct in giving your parents guardianship.” I felt so insulted I had to black out all comments, and it wasn’t just Wes’s, it was everybody. He ruined the comment thing for everybody. And it’s not that I don’t want you to comment, Britney, but you can always email me and we can talk. Britney, I know you have a fortune you can’t access, but you have me. I’m against all forms of adult guardianship for all people, and it’s because the system is set up to benefit the bad guys, the parents and professionals, the people who think it’s rather funny when I don’t succeed in life itself. Britney, you have a lot of blessings amid this. You have your sons, you have a fortune worth millions of dollars I’ll never obtain. And because I was called a moron by so many people, I had to shut down the comment discussion here on this blog. If you really want to, write me on FB or Twitter. I’m on Instagram, but I don’t usually put pics up. Britney, you don’t have to worry about suing your family for violating your civil rights. I do. Because I want to have a little Beth or a little Trenton and I will not have any other kids. Siblings will force me to favor one child or another child, so I will not have siblings. My own siblings were favored, my brother that is. And they made very rude comments about me when I was in mental health rehab. I had no drugs, no substance use history, so you know what? There should have been no damn excuse for parents like my own to have a sexist ableist cruel and unusual hold on my whole damn life. They should have let go, and they didn’t for fifteen years. They are ableist, cruel and racist. When. I mention critical race theory, my dad says, oh it won’t affect you. Wrong, it will affect his granddaughter or grandson. I will of course have to keep an eye on my parents, we will have to reconcile somehow, but I can’t do a full reconciliation because that would put my kid in danger. IF it is a female child, I will have to carefully pick who she hangs out with while she’s between one and six, but beyond age six, she needs to have a moral compass. Britney, I will parent my own child better than my mom did. I will not leave her unattended, in a cradle crying, or in a dark room because she did something or other. Britney, I will not let my child be traumatized in the first six years of her life, for those years are the foundation on which she will grow. For another thing, I will teach my kid to be respectful around law enforcement, maybe even connect with law enforcement so they will know my family. My future child will likely be biracial, which means critical race theory does indeed affect her. IF she doesn’t learn about slavery and discrimination and sexism, she will be ignorant and unable to decipher how to make the world a better place.

Let’s just say that the way things are, blind people will not show up at a baby shower for me. So britney, let me promise you this. IF you have a third kid, do send me an invite to your baby shower. We could do a virtual one, and I could buy you something nice, maybe I’d buy you a cradle for that baby. But moreover, I’ll sing you one of those lullabies you forgot over the years. Hush-a-by baby, don’t say a word. Remember that one? the one where you say you’ll buy that kid a mockingbird? I’ll definitely have that in my repertoire. then there’s Bye Baby Bunting, daddy’s gone a-hunting. Just anything you could think of, lullabies are everywhere and you must sing them to that little boy or girl when it arrives. Why? Because babies love it. Yeah, and when baby gets sick, you’ll at least know how to detect fevers in your baby. Doesn’t every mom touch baby’s face? Duh, and I being blind need to do a serious checkup and get me a talking ear thermometer. My partner Trenton and I are always debating what will come down and what won’t. We have to upgrade tech first, but I said to him I insist on having a baby before I turn forty. Forty!!!!!! So yeah.

Britney, I can’t wait to see the baby pics when you have a new baby with Sam, and I want you to, so get that stupid IUD out of your uterus and get going. Like what the hell are you waiting for? And you can bet your bottom dollar that when I have my own baby, I will show you a pic of her, all new and slimy or all new and smelling like roses. Haha. Babies don’t usually smell like roses anyway.

Good luck ending your conservatorship.

Beth

A letter to the Denver 7 peoples about guardianship

Author’s note: I forgot to mention that because I call people out for being guardian activists on behalf of upholding the status quo, or because I do speak out against unjust things, I got a death threat from a woman in Avilar, someone who was cowardice enough to disconnect her phone after I published it. Well, she deserved whatever came to her because you don’t threaten people’s lives. It’s illegal. And I don’t want hate crimes to be committed against me or my partner.

I’d like to share the email I just wrote the Denver Channel folks, though. Jennifer is their investigative girl, and she’s good. Really good. She and this producer did a story on guardianship fraud. I went and wrote the Great American novel, wink wink, about the whole thing. This is the signification of my email.

To whom it may concern,I’d like to reach out to Jennifer and Joe, who were so awesome in bringing a story about guardianship fraud to a Colorado news media channel. I hope it catches the attention of social services workers in this state as they really don’t seem to, um, care a lot like in the Netflix film. My name is Beth Taurasi. I was the victim of guardianship abuse in my native Florida, so I moved here to escape it. When I learned from LuAnn Fleming and others about what guardianship does, I pushed to have it removed. But removing a guardianship is not easy, not in any state. I was lucky to have a doc and a nurse in Colorado say well, she’s capable and competent and all that crap. But it’s ableist, sexist too. I saw the segments with Britney’s songs, and I was so supercharged because I know for a fact that Britney’s guardianship and mine are pretty similar, but different too.I was born totally blind and could never see the beautiful blue sky. But what bothered my parents was that I wanted to experience teenage girl stuff, dating and the like, but my parents were patriarchal, and my dad is someone I want to call Patriarch number 1. He might have been the one to orchestrate the guardianship and isolation I went through. I was told many times I couldn’t call a friend, talk to someone, and all that stuff. Recently I learned the power of friendship and check ins with friends because I was losing my mind over some things, drowned my sorrows in Gatorade, mind you it wasn’t Jack Daniels, but I always worried that my friends would get irate with me and say don’t call me again. Part of this problem probably stemmed from guardians like the Patriarch number 1 going after my friends and telling them how to interact with me. They treated me like an animal, not like a human being. This went on until I was told how to use the Internet, oh you will only use it from 10 AM to 4 PM EST or EDT whatever. I was living in Florida, and was begging for a trip to Littleton in Colorado to get training on the Blindness front. But I was so emotionally abused and manipulated, gaslit by professionals and teachers alike, so much because they were calling me bossy and silencing my leadership abilities. Now, I can’t even get a job and career and I don’t frankly think I will be able to safely have one because of a few different factors, mainly the activism and such. I read this book called Youth to Power, and it says you have to find your why. Well, my why with guardianship activism is because after five years, I left Florida for Littleton, and even after, I wasn’t given enough support from my parents, and they never wanted me to have money for food. I would be starving in half my classes, I passed out once, though I did get some if not a lot of care. I ended up at one time trying to find a spiritual group other than the Roman Catholic church which was where my parents came from. My partner, Trenton Matthews, is the most supportive partner I’ve had, and he has to put up with me sometimes being angry at stuff but I usually am comforted by his presence more than anything. In the years before I met my amazing partner, however, I had to endure abusive relationships, namely those of a guy online and I lacked any support for my ambitions. I wish I could go to college, but there’s a debt and I didn’t receive guidance or enough Pell grant money to go. I would fill out my FAFSA but my parents’ income might have something to do with why I am afraid I won’t get Pell money. Who would give such money to someone who wants to make a wedding a social justice issue for example? My other problems may likely be the result of me even speaking out about guardianship and the evils it likes to do and the damage left behind. When I posted on a Facebook community help thing, I got degraded by an ex and a friend of his, someone I knew and hadn’t spoken to, and this strange female figure in the blindness community. Guardianships and the blindness community are intertwined. I’m helping a gal in Orlando get her parents to shut up and let her have her SSI check and honestly, the other problem is that all parents with disabilities are liable to either not teach their kids financial skills, after which they steal the check and hold the disabled person hostage from boyfriends, friends, and others. I’m going to work on a book that helps people escape such a brutality, and it is brutality.I”m open to a news interview. I want to talk to Jennifer because when I had guardianship in Florida, the Colorado instructors in Littleton’s Colorado center for the Blind on West Shepard thought I was good for nothing, and even if it wasn’t the director Julie Deden herself, there were people in that group who were toxic. My boyfriend at the time was a Muslim, so I got Islamophobes talking about this and that and not focusing on their work. I trucked on and graduated the center, but then I realized how my expectations and the guardianship subject had been muted. None of my concerns were given to my parents. They sent all the students home from the center apartments, it wasn’t what they currently have, but when I got home, my parents forced the Catholic faith on me, I couldn’t wear hijab, I was a Muslim at the time, and sure I cared about Jesus, but guardianship allowed my parents to do spiritual abuse. I was practically done when I got back to Littleton, so I never went back. The guardianship was discharged in December of 2020 after I was committed by ceremony to Trenton, and I would use the word commitment ceremony, not wedding, in any report because weddings are usually legal and we can’t lose our benefits.The guardianship in this country is the worst thing I have ever seen. I did say I was helping a gal get out of hers, and it’s no different than mine. My former guardians used to tell me that a certain man I liked was “sexually experienced” and they forbade me from calling a school friend because he was younger, black, and Caribbean. I am done with my parents, for the most part because they don’t even talk to me much. Their actions created a rift in the family, the blindness community responded with anger and toxic commentary. My best friend of ten years is gone because he chose to respond that way. Now I can’t even talk to certain people because they’ll call me spoiled for requesting housing and other things. People simply don’t believe when I say that guardianship abuse must be curbed, stopped, even here in Colorado. I am working with Rocky Mountain Human services because the toxic culture of the blindness community contributeed to mental illness and so on, so I make it a point to use in home care services, mainly the homemaker services, and my caseworker knows the story. Rhonda Cordova, however, does not wish to help me get safe and clean housing. I wonder why. I wonder if it’s a privilege or hatred of me in particular, but the guardianship might have made the difference. Rhonda was reported for being apathetic toward my situation, and she got mad. It had to do with my building’s bedbug crap, and I can’t find housing anywhere else but yeah, the guardianship is leaving me unemployed and living in a bedbug infested chateaux. There are many layers of this and other things I could tell you as to why Colorado should get rid of guardianship in favor of supportive decision making. Pat in the story could benefit from this. He needs to be given a pet dog to play with, people need to let him have money, and perhaps the state should settle for more because he lost his estate. pat has intellectual disability, which is a bit different than me, but still, when I heard the story, even Pat knew something wasn’t right. Lawmakers should make it illegal for a parental guardianship to take place in the cases of disabled kids. ask my main caregiver, Maria Weir, she has a daughter with autism and we talk frequently about issues of social justice, one of which is guardianship. Her little daughter could end up even dead from a guardian doing a bad and evil job at caring for her. I’ve become this social justice warrior because of my life experiences, and I’m fighting some battles of my own as well. Please call me at 720-435-7407 and I’m glad to meet with you. Even if care is going on, you may come in. Please don’t scare my landlord it’s not about her.Thank you so much.PS you can check out my blog and website. I’ll copy the text of this email to my blog after a response.Beth

I know it’s a bit early. TW mentions of bullying.

Dear Santa,

I know it’s a bit early. But if I was only a child, I’d be on your knee right now, talking to you about stupid stuff like toys, etc. But guess what? I’m 35, no kids, no real house with a chimney, fireplace, and all theh fixings of a Christmas house. Santa, I believed in you for years, and I’ve seen a pattern of stuff going on in kids these days. While somem are saying, oh my god, kids are so spoiled, you know what I also see? Stupid, evil, abusive men. I see men who hit and beat up their wives and children, and the children write you letters saying, I want Mommy to have a ggood husband who does not beat her, won’t beat me up, etc. There are “elves” so to speak here in the real world who read your letters, and their hearts break. I don’t know if my letter will ever be seen by the elves here, but I know what I want for Christmas this year. Please tell me I’m not spoiled for asking this. I didn’t want to ask for anything but a modest clean house with a good walkable neighborhood, friends and a family and community that would support me in raising a child who will believe in you. I have always wanted a child, but that child needs more than I can give, but I would never want my own flesh and blood in the hands of someone who doesn’t get it. Let me begin at the beginning.

It all started with creepy crawly bugs in my apartment, maybe a neighbor has them, I don’t quite know. My longterm care provider, who is excellent and tops in all the things she does, basically had to stop showing up through no fault of her or her supervisor’s. I’m totally blind, and this building sucks. I have been stuck here for ten years in HUD public housing in Denver, Colorado, and I’ve seen my share of heartbreak. My partner and I don’t want to raise a child here in this run down … well, what I like to call a bug infested chateaux sometimes or a run down chateaux. The reindeer couldn’t get on the thirteen story roof and no way do you wanna go down thirteen stories to give presents to all these people who have either forgotten or don’t think you should be here. Some have kids and grandkids, but the grandkids visit on periodic times. I am only 35 years old, have never felt the pains of childbirth, and I have never forgotten you. You have many names, St. Nicholas among them, and if I were Catholic, I’d be asking you to bring me a child, whether through the foster system or by my own body. But alas, a job would have to be procured, but honestly, I don’t think it’s safe for me to have a job. I just want to change the world so that people can be here safely, not kill each other with guns and stuff, not call each other bad names or get unnecessarily bent out of shape just because I did something I had to do.

So the story is that I posted something about a house, an apartment, I just want a safer roof over my head, and families and such. While I have been blind my whole life, I know how this world treats us, but it is also a division of have and have nots. I have a really cool partner who I’d love to know what his child would look like, and all the good things that come with having a child. I’d raise that child to just let their imagination run wild, and every Christmas Day, I want for that child to wake up in a modest house, and I didn’t even post that I wanted a designer mansion in Beverly Hills for God’s sakes, but that’s how two people on my Facebook page perceived it. I don’t want a guide dog, I said, just a small spaniel puppy and nothing too special. I didn’t say I wanted a big yard, so I said I would get a dog with no requirement of a big yard. And the nasty comments came in. “You’re a spoiled brat. How can you afford this and you can’t even feed yourself?” what insults. Santa, I want those people to get rocks and … no, coal is too humane. How about environmentally friendly reminders of how mean they were?

Santa, the girl who also said I wasn’t living reality should get a hallucination from somewhere beyond, and then she’ll start talking to it, and then she’ll ask, is this real? Well, I don’t and have never had hallucinations so … what the hell she was doing was wrong. I’d give her a shrunken brain for Christmas with the words engraved like as follows:

Santa says you’ve been naughty, so here’s the scoop. All you get for Christmas is this … your shrunken brain. There you know what I mean?

My ex boyfriend, I’ve mentioned him here before, I don’t want him to get but anything for Christmas. He claims he has the best life, all those stupid friends of his who don’t even know my name, and frankly, I don’t know who he is anymore. I said in a live feed that he wouldn’t let me have a vibrator and all this and that, but truth is I liberated myself from this stupid prison called this is a sin and that is a sin. Santa, women want freedom and love and that’s it. Children have imaginations, and trust me, it was a child’s imagination and later an adult’s frustration that led to many inventions and concepts. For Christmas, I wish you’d just leave my ex’s stocking empty, and a note that says, you’ve been naughty, so here’s the thing: come Christmas you shall not be able to sing. My exes don’t need to be involved in my search for an apartment.

Do me a big favor, though, please give my caregiver more tools for her profession. Give her a vacuum cleaner that works. Brooms are cool. Please give her more money in her pay pack, and don’t let anyone give her migraine headaches. If she needs days off, please assure I won’t let her go. For her daughter, who is autistic, give her a long and happy life, and she will one day have kids who beelieve in you. But all I want is a modest rental or owned house with three beds and two baths, a kitchen, a living room, a family room, maybe a small porch, a small yard, a flat roof or rectangular roof. I don’t want to be without running water or electricity because hell, this is the U.S. and if the girl who is mentally ill behaves, please if you could just give her back her electricity, and let her glimpse her family members, and let her pee in a toilet instead of a bucket, okay? Fix her house, her plumbing, and all that. She doesn’t understand how awful it is to ask for something as reasonable as a house and get this badly beaten up. I am not asking for a mansion, but if you insist I live in a nursing home, I won’t write you again.

Please, Mr. Claus, I know you only do kids and toys, or maybe you don’t, but if I don’t bear a child, that’s one less person to believe your story. You brought stuff to kids who had nothing at all, but my ex, who’s. probably as immature as a boy and in his twenties, and this other gal he was talking to on the phone with me, look, I have empathy for the girl. But if she misbehaves I’m not gonna say a word. I want her to have the plumbing and heating she needs, and that tornado? I didn’t even know it was over her house. Please, give her a few Colorado peaches.

But all I ask is for a modest living situation, and Santa i’ll be glad to give you everything: my food, my check, some place for the deer to graze, what the hell else should I give you in return/ For my ex, I want him to have a virtuous and very good person in his life who can marry him and call him husband, and I want him to stop being entitled to sexual things with her. He needs to quit flirting with other girls, but she will also be the one to say, “I’m not your slave.” Give my ex the ability to cook for himsef, his wife, and future kids. And when the time comes, Santa, go to his and his wife’s room and I would hope you give them Christmas presents for the whole family.

What breaks my heart is that I’m being questioned about my abilities. I have a special wish for my disabled community members. Do not give us sight. Give us books we can read, ones in Braille and such, and please, santa, keep reading the letters of blind children. Make the parents get them out of bed and get them writing and reading Braille again. Santa, would you fly your sled over to D.C. and tell the lawmakers and old Mr. Joe over there that there are transgender kids who need a ride in your sled to places where they will have life affirming care and stuff like that/ There are many kids who could use my house, and if I get the house or modest rental, please let the kids come and I’ll find foster homes that are life affirming for them. There’s a girl in Texas who has received death threats, and you being the magical one, you know her name. She was born male, but she really is female, pronouns she/her/hers. Please give her lots of dresses, and money so her parents can get the hell out of Texas. Cut the lines of those who are bothering her, and tell the lawmakers in Texas they’ll be getting coal and rocks and useless crap in their stockings, nothing at all, or perhaps a summons letter to report to jail for threatening this little girl. Tell the girl’s mother that I wish her all the best, but that I’d give the shirt off my back for her because she needs it more. Look, if I. had a modest multibed place with no creepy crawlies, I’d be glad to share it with her. My husband and I would give our whole career and lives helping kids like that one. And please send my friends at the Initiative more tools so some more women and children with disabilities can be helped on my behalf. Santa, I know it’s a bit early. But for Christmas, I want to change the world, I want a modest house, and don’t make me copy Amy Grant’s famous Christmas song. Because her list is my list.

I have to see who messaged me, but I’ll see you and all your entourage at Christmas, and I hope that my wishes and the wishes of others come true. I’m sorry to write this early, but you have six months to prep. That’s plenty of time.

Beth

This is ridiculous

TW talk of death, CW talk of racial issues and extreme weather.

Dear readers,

I hate to write this on such short notice, but I’m done. I’m drained, I’m floored, flustered to the point of no return. We aren’t getting services tomorrow at home where they should be at eight to twelve, and I don’t blame necessarily my caregiver for this, but I’ve had caregivers not show up for long periods of time, and I don’t want to hear about the weather here in Colorado. Before you start spouting to me, move to Florida, think about where I was running from. Isolation, overmedication, liquidation, visitation, guardianship Hell. I would indeed happily sell my whole kin on e-bay before I move to a state whose body politic is made of nothing but white people, whose black population acts a certain type of way about me and blindness, whose other populations don’t get it at all. I would gladly upend my dad’s house, sell the trumpet he gave my brother for marching band, pillage the posters and wallpapers on every bedroom wall, and sell the house flipped before I even think of living in Titusville. I would never live there because there is nothing for me. No jobs, no friends, and this is where I am now. I have barely any friends, barely any time to do things, no essential caregiver for Monday, so that means we have to wait till Wednesday for any food and cooking, which puts us at a disadvantage, particularly me, and it’s not even the blindness. I’m sick of cooking and cleaning, not knowing what foods I bought, and during a goddamned pandemic? Give me a break! I can’t imagine what people are doing half buried in snow, but nobody gave me the consideration, the consequence being that I had things in my mattress, namely bedbugs, and the other consequence being that food was made, but it wasn’t healthy food that both myself and my Trenton could eat. Due to inclement weather conditions, we can’t get delivery. Ugh. Would someone please tell the stupid weather man and the weather gods to please please please stop this extreme weather? And before you go spouting off to me about Florida or Hawaii, I’ve got news for you.

As I said, Florida is racist and ableist. I would rather sell my whole family’s possessions and my kin relations and their genealogy before I ever set foot in that place again. It would teach them a lesson, a good hard lesson about what they have forced me into. Trenton wants a world where he matters, he matters a lot to me. If he died tomorrow in my arms because one of these Florida people shot him up with a bullet or two, I’d have to pay so much for his funeral, and before I even say the word funeral, guess what? I’d even do the eulogy and I’d be shouting at the rooftops, “Trenton’s life mattered. And you idiots shot him!!!!!!” I’d be shouting to the rooftops, bring my Trenton back right now, or you will suffer. I’d be screaming at the top of my lungs, this man’s life was snuffed out by your stupidity and I will never see to it that I live near you all again!!!!!!!! Just a half hour ago, I was crying like mad, thinking I was the problem. And worse, this world doesn’t change for people like me. I’d like to see a world where we’re all accepted, broken parts and all, but what we have here is not acceptable. My family didn’t think I was worth saving, that my life didn’t matter, and they stole sixteen years of it and where are Trenton and I going to live?????? If I died tomorrow, I said, well, at least there would be less of me to deal with. While at a workshop with a famous composer, I was confronted with a blatant attack on me and my ancestors, white and black, all of it. The minister was concerned about the agreements and all this stuff, and. he gently reminded me of all this, but I still have to deal with the burden of hurting. My life doesn’t seem to matter to the person who attacked me, and even more, doesn’t matter to the whole stupid world. I don’t blame my caregiver, but I want to see something different. I want to see someone in my building who can adequately cook food to the point of not getting sick after consumption. I wish the snowstorm didn’t happen, that this whole blizzard bullshit wasn’t real, I wanna wake up tomorrow and the thing be normal again. But it feels like a goddamn bad dream, something I won’t wake up from. There’s no lifting up a woman who is the target of attacks, and there’s no jubilee for someone who has not accomplished anything but musical circuses in schools and such. I’m sorry, but this stuff I’m writing here is true to me, and honestly, I’d like the person who tore apart my ancestry and made this rude and evil comment to me at the singing workshop to come forward and apologize. I want a full apology complete with the sentence, “I’m sorry you’re disabled and living in a rotten planetary conspiracy that pervades your existence. I will stop screaming in your presence. …” No, this apology should look this way:

Dear Beth, I didn’t know your story, I don’t know your ancestry. I am sorry I attacked you. I”m a bad consultant when it comes to diversity, and no, I am a racially insensitive bureaucrat.” When I see such an apology, maybe I can shut up and drive the way you people want. How can I be a part of any spiritual group when all I’m seeing is an attack on mixed persons? I want everybody, I don’t care who they are, to recognize the following truths. These apply not only to me but to others.

One, I am blind. The minute that was discovered, my privilege went bye bye.

I am female, and that means guys can prey on me all they seem to want, but that’s illegal. Got it?

Three, who in the world created me? Don’t say the G word, I don’t care about God because God never showed any consideration. Not one iota of consideration for me, not ever. Why’d I become so blind? Why am I the only goddamn person in my family with curly brown hair that frizzed out all the time? Why am I the only person in my family who has chin hairs and is female? Is there a racial reckoning in my family? Here’s another.

Four, the minute someone black walks with me, it’s “Don’t talk to that guy. He’s a gang member/drug dealer/bad news.” Well, haven’t you ugly fools who attacked me taken a look in the mirror lately? You tell me I can’t claim the ancestry of Africans, but it’s written in my DNA, and it won’t lie. You can’t tell me how to sing, laugh, cry, or exist. Haven’t you understood that any so called word you say has a consequence? This means, I’m sitting here crying like the baby you idiots claim I am, and now the day is ruined. I can’t be trusted to cook for myself and or Trenton, and it’s awful. Awful.

I won’t go into detail much more, but now I am wishing I had more support and people who would not attack or insult me about race. Like what am I going to do? Someone please get Cari on the line. Cari would never have done this crap to anyone, and this girl lived in Florida for 15 years. She died at a young age, and we played together as children. I can’t even fathom what she’d think if I brought Trenton to her. “Oh, he’s tall, dark and handsome.” Oh really? Would you really mean it?

readers, if you think this is too much, skip this crap. I’m drained, my eyes are swollen slightly, but moreover, wet and perhaps reddish from crying. I … am … done.

Beth

Freedom for Britney: First Steps and Major Changes in the California and American Guardianship and Conservatorship System

Dear readers,

The following is a very important bio that I want Britney to read, and Britney, if you’re reading this, this is my message to you. You will be all right, and I hope you will take the time to love yourself and get up on your two feet and walk away from your father’s control.

Britney, if you didn’t know me before, you will know me now. I saw you in concert in Orlando, so many damn years ago, I was in middle school, you were a cultural icon then, and the milk mustachios were a big damn thing. It was a cute sticker that perched on my upper lip, as though I drank the Got Milk thingy. I didn’t, of course, but I love the songs you sang, and you even had a Britney wash. Herbal essence was amazing with you, and you had a great time performing I could tell. Britney, if there’s anything i want to tell you, it’s that my life was almost like yours is now. I had a guardianship at age seventeen, and I lost all or some or most of my rights, and my dad told me not to be with so many people. Like your dad, my dad was a total dickhead. My dad wouldn’t even let me marry Trenton, my partner, should he see that Trenton was darker than all the boys at Titusville High school. I hate that school because the professionals there would not leave me alone, and I was denied my chance to go to prom, have a magical experience, all that. My life was thoroughly ruined from birth, perhaps, and I should tell you I was emotionally abused for wanting to see the Backstreet Boys in concert, meet them, and be in the spotlight. Well, now I am going to write you a song. I want you to let me sing this because though you might be called a bad singer or actor, so what? You can still be an author, you can still be a thing to be reckoned with in the circles of corruption and those corrupt idiots in California and Florida have one thing coming. us. Britney, I’d suggest you get a book and read it, go to law school, or volunteer as a paralegal or something. Hey, you may not be blind, and you’re so damn beautiful, so you can get jobs easier than I will. But if we team up, well, I want to show you that it’s okay to be you and you need to fly. Spread your wings and fly, why don’t you. Just cut your dad and his pinions off, and go for a flight. You’re an eagle, fly as high as you need to, and let your voice be your guide. Just be yourself, and I’ll be there watching you spread your wings, flying like the bird on the wing you are. Britney, it’s high time you knew you’re a grown woman, and your daddy doesn’t deserve one iota of your wealth, so let’s get ‘em, okay?

With love,

Beth Taurasi

Shut Down Christian private schools? Let’s Take A Look, And a Life Affirmation for One Student

Dear readers,

I’ve been hashing this issue out for a while, but schools that purport to be Christian private schools should never get the chance to put bisexual and homosexual kids down. Chloe Shelton was kicked out of a school in the second grade because she supposedly had a crush on a girl. There was another teen that was kicked out of a school for having a rainbow cake for her birthday. Sexual immorality my ass! The kicking out of Chloe Shelton was pure and inadmissible bigotry and hatred. This is not what Jesus would say if he came back here. What would Jesus do? If a child has homosexual tendencies, that is no grounds for dismissal for any reason. St. Teresa’s School is a perfect example of a school that bans LGBTQI+ individuals because of their so called Catholic teachings. I’d like to affirm Chloe’s decision, and I want Chloe to know a few things.

1. God loves everybody. Jesus loves everybody, he loved people who were considered outcasts, so why this school kicked her out is anyone’s guess. Bigotry and hatred have no place in this school, or any school at all.

2. You can’t fix stupid. I’m sorry, but fixing stupid isn’t the way to end the practice of expelling students from school for being gay or transgender or anything. the Unitarian churches I see don’t put up with things like this.

3. Every child is precious in the eyes of the Lord and the universe, and I believe that if Jesus truly understood what humanity did or said about Chloe’s actions, he’d be all, no, that’s not life affirming. This school should burn in Hell for what they did to Chloe, and there’s no excuse for any Christian school to be operating under the banner of bigotry and gender conformity.

I showed you readers the dress code from STS and wanted to let you all know that it screams rape culture, gender conformity, and a hatred for those who don’t marry before having sex. Teenage pregnancy is not the girl’s fault, and especially if she’s been raped. I hope the Christian schools today will analyze their Christianity, and understand that the way they practice will get them burned up by the lightning that God will supposedly rain down on these schools. They don’t practice love, only hatred and bigotry. Private schools are also expensive, so expensive that I would never send my own future children to STS and schools like it. Chloe, if you want to know what I feel about this, you are welcome to read my blog and understand that life affirming care is the way to go for you. If it becomes evident that you are bisexual or have a crush on a female, don’t be afraid. Come out and play with your friends. I hope you can find peace in knowing that one day, all the bigots and those who hate you for who you love and who you are will not get God’s blessing, not ever. Jesus never said that gay people were evil or wicked, and all this crap about sexual immorality makes me sick. To tell the truth, Chloe, I threw the Bible back in the preachers’ faces because of this whole bullcrap about sexual immorality and marriage or living with a man outside legal tying the knot. I’m a disabled girl with a disabled partner, and if we legally wedded, we’d be losing healthcare, protections from SSA, social security administration, and our future would be bleak for the kids. Imagine my children getting nothing but hand me downs, going to schools where they are treated like garbage, bullied, whatever. I don’t want that for you or for anyone’s kids. Chloe, you don’t even have to believe in the God of the Bible, you can do the things you want with whichever practice you want, and that’s the beauty of America. The United States of America clearly states that in the first amendment that Congress shall make no laws, “establishing the free exercise of religion, and of the right to peaceable assembly and of the press.” The First Amendment also can be interpreted to say that you have the right to an opinion, but you don’t have to kneel on the floor and pray to Allah or get your head cut off. Most Muslim places have repressive regimes and laws that say that you have to be Muslim and marry a man and all that crap. Just remember, you are in a blessed country, a place where you can be you. Just do your thing, and in your new school, I hope you will find new friends who actually like you, and a teacher who believes in you.

With love,

Beth

Letter to All Guardians Out There in Florida, You’re On Notice

Dear readers,

The following piece is dedicated to all those considering or currently holding guardianship in the state of Florida, for those who have guardianship over a young adult with a disability. Please read carefully.

Katy, age 26, can’t even have a boyfriend without her mother knowing it. She doesn’t have a bank account in her name, can’t spend her own money, is micromanaged on the daily. Because of privacy concerns, I’ve changed this girl’s name. Katy is blind, and she does everything she wants, but her mother believes that because of a small problem like blindness, she can’t live on her own. I have a message to all those Katy’s Moms out there.

First and foremost, Katy’s mom could isolate her from talking to me, could easily have swiped away her cell phone, could have taken away all the rights she is owed by the Constitution, could have died early and her ashes stored in an office by a professional guardian. Here’s what you need to know about guardianship.

1. It is supposed to be a relationship that allows a guardian to take care of someone, but guess what it really does? It allows the following items to occur concurrently, or all at once. And the ward has no rights, and it’s akin to human trafficking and slavery. Katy knows what she needs, and her therapist is there to help, but let’s tell everybody what it really does.

2. It allows an evil person, an abuser, a toxic fiend, to isolate the ward. Katy can’t have boyfriends, friends, whatever. Katy can not even marry. This is also very detrimental to Katy as she might end up my age, no kids, no job.

3. Guardianship allows rehab services for the blind to choose your career over what you want. I wanted to be a choral director, but no, can’t do because of flunking class, university costs, and my parents can’t tell me to go back home and sit there, a shell of my former self. I left the state of Florida because of this flunky attitude that the university had toward my accommodations. That was why I do not currently have employment, I was wasting my time in hiding, and even when I used rehab services for the blind in Colorado, the same issues popped up. They decided to scale back my career choices, send me to a bigot for psychological evaluation, and then they said I was unemployable, so rehab services are useless. Katy can’t use rehab services without her mom butting in. This is bad for her business prospects and her love life.

4. Katy has medical guardianship. If she gets pregnant, guess what? Her mom could tell her to abort the baby, which is tantamount to killing in some circles. Or the baby could be signed away to a strange couple or single mother who doesn’t give a fuck whether Katy is blind and independent or not.

5. Katy has probably had her free speech encroached upon for the safety of nasty patriarchs and important people. I had that happen to me. And I hope that guardians understand what their decision really does to a person.

6. My guardians lied to the courts about me, well, my former guardians as of December. It is very obvious why they lied. They created a toxic relationship between me and them, relegated me to isolation or bad people as friends, and when I found love, up till recently, it was always an abusive idiot. That is not okay, not okay at all.

So what do you do as a potential guardian who steals SSI checks? Well, here’s an alternative for you to consider.

Supportive decision making is a very good alternative to guardianship, and if you don’t consider this, well, you’re evil. YOu have to understand, there is no excuse for guardianships, and when Katy grows to be aged 90, she could end up beat up in a nursing home, but supportive decision making will help with Katy’s needs a lot better, that is if she was intellectually impaired. Don’t like the things I am saying? Well, put the mouse or keyboard down and don’t comment, because gguess what? You can’t. I’ve been trolled on the subject of guardianship, and it is an evil practice akin to institutionalization and human trafficking. When my former guardians are sued, I’m going to ask that my lawyer help Katy out. She will be free, along with thousands like her. Young adults with disabilities deserve independence, dignity, and human rights.

Beth

DCF Needs an Overhaul: The Ballads of Tekiah Innocent and Kayla McKean

Dear readers,

Imagine you are eight years old, were told to do your chores, and for failing to complete your chores, your body was covered in first and second degree burns. This was the case of Tekiah Innocent. This woman was abused as a child, and DCF has had a long history with the innocent family. From the news, I gathered that this young girl was neglected at birth by her mother, so went to live with a divorced father. But there’s a catch. Stepmother Tansy was abusive, making her daughter do drudgery like Cinderella, and for failing to do chores or lying about such things, Tansy spilled hot water all over her stepdaughter. While I tried to research this girl’s life and legacy, I can’t find any such stuff on the web. But I’ll never forget what happened after it was discovered that Tekiah was burned by her stepmom. She was transported to the Shriner’s Burn Unit in Cincinnati, Ohio to be sent there by herself with no family to comfort her. A trust fund was set up for her, thanks in part to the police officers responsible for arresting her stepmother, who was due to give birth again after getting herself pregnant on top of burning her stepdaughter. She had a little Anastasia or whatever on the way and Tekiah could have been sent back to live out her days as a Cinderella in Tansy’s house. DCF stepped in only because the grandmother did something about it. Mr. innocent, Tekiah’s father, failed to report abuse and was charged. Why was this done instead of failing to come through as DCF did for the next girl I’m about to talk about?

Kayla McKean was a girl of age 8 who was killed by her family and there was a lot of signs of abuse in this girl’s history. The family took no responsibility for her death, and worse, the teachers saw a fractured nose and soiled clothes on the girl when she was six. Now, her face adorns a “my expressions” box in her school, and children draw faces expressing themselves for her. Kayla was killed because DCF didn’t notice and didn’t bring charges either. Maybe because she was in a relatively stable family otherwise? We will never know.

Tekiah was adopted by a kinship group out of state, as far as I know. She’s in her thirties, but I’m sure she never forgot the incident with her evil stepmother. There are many things I wish I could have said to folks like DCF regarding my own mother. She used threats of violence to keep me out of her way, worse yet telling me she’d do damage to my humanity if I didn’t behave in a white girl way. Parents, take a lesson from the dead. Kayla McKean was beat up because she was female and young and vulnerable. Take a lesson from survivors like Tekiah. She was burned so badly that one leg was slated to be amputated. Below the knee, she may have a prosthetic. The girl was left crippled and unable to participate in the military, and if she hadn’t needed a prosthetic, she wouldn’t have experienced discrimination against the disabled. I don’t know what Tekiah’s current last name is, whether she married or not, or whatever. Tansy will never see her children again because she committed abuse. Serves her right, for if she struck again, there might have been death in the family.

My own story with DCF was because my mother slapped me in the face, kicked me in the leg, left me with sore bruises and muscles that were sore. I personally can’t forgive her for swatting me at seventeen, telling me I couldn’t cry for help, and when I wrote a letter to the professionals I trusted to help me, the parents retaliated by punishment. Well, they’re probably going to have to answer for going overseas on my dime, selling my things, and allowing Danny to marry before me. They should answer for all that when they meet their creator wherever they may be.

As for the DCF, they could have charged my parents with abuse, which they should have done, and if I had to live in a foster home, so what? My parents weren’t equipped to deal with blind people, much less a mixed race personage. Then my brothers called me crazy and accused me of being in a “crazy hospital” at age nineteen, when I was committed to LaAmistad for brainwashing, since i had no substance abuse problems. LaAmistad actually brainwashed me into accepting control, and they failed to tell my parents they were toxic. I can’t get along with my parents in person now, especially because I want to have children of my own with a black man. my parents probably have disdain for Trenton, for Michael, and for a high school friend whose name I fail to say because he has a slick job as a flight attendant and was furloughed because of covid. Michael Bonnehome was a Haitian born man who swore he had a crush on me, and I understood because we were both singers, pianists, whatever. michael did music for a living, and that was why I was so drawn to him. But the parental units, as my buddy nick calls parents at all, decided to put a stop to the relationship because michael was black, Caribbean, and had a child. They had no right to do this, even under guardianship because then I was relegated to men who were cheaters and losers, the kind of men who would say fuck off because you’re under guardianship. I was abused by a man called jason, of whom much is written here, but Jason accused me of defaming him, but he has been stalking girls a lot. I was told not to speak against him by numerous people, but it is a ploy to keep jason in the privileged white man class, where he doesn’t belong. Jason and Donald Trump have a bunch in common, except Jason’s hair is natural, whereas Donald Trump has a fake toupee. Donald spends millions styling his stupid hair, but Jason? Well, I’ll leave it up to the taxpayer to decide whether it is fair to spend millions of your tax dollars on a disabled and grumpy young man’s hair. jason is also someone I would never trust. There are a lot of men like Jason in the society we live in, and we must confront these stupids. It’s guys like Jason who make it harder for ladies and women like me to cope with all the crap i went through. jason was the reason I failed to go to appointments and failed to pick up prescriptions. I’m in a happy relationship now, but I feel sad for the girls who willfully let jason stalk and harass others, including Caitlin. She was friends with me before, but now she’s gone because she made threats against me for speaking out against jason. That guy seriously has his head on wrong.

Well, to get back to the point, I was relegated to dating guys like jason because all the good ones’ families would reject any possibility that their son could marry me and tell my parents everything. Deq and I sat through a phone call with my parents, and Deq said he wanted to marry me, but the parents rejected, basing their claims on racial bias and the Somali culture. I was a convert to islam at that time, but Deq was a born Somali Muslim, and my parents discriminated against him too. Deq, Michael, and Trenton all have one thing in common: they’re all in one way or another black. Black men are my parents’ worst fears, but they needn’t fear any hellfire from the universe if they can’t answer for their actions. Even on the last day of the world, according to the Qur’an, all people have to answer for their actions. No matter what religion you live in, perhaps my parents will burn with Tansy and kayla’s dad, Richard McKean or something. I forget the man’s name, so please forgive me if I get it wrong.

DCF must be willing to make sure that the first signs of abuse and toxicity in a family are addressed, including bias and racial motivated stopage of relationships like mine. If they planned to sell me to a white asshole, my parents just lost that opportunity. While they send me $200 every Christmas and $100 every birthday, they spend hundreds and thousands more on their sons. That is stupid and unfair. They spent billions perhaps on themselves in a lifetime, if i may exaggerate. DCF failed to approach my parents and they accused me of lying about abuse when it was happening right under my nose.

If you work at DCF or any child welfare org, hear me out. I know you’re burned out, but look carefully at the signs and symptoms of child abuse and family toxicity, and take the kids seriously without telling them you don’t believe them.

Beth

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