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Beware the Alter Ego!!
Every time I create an alter ego, the fucker gets kick-ass famous! My first alter ego's name was, or rather, is, a gentleman who goes by the name of Trey Donaldson and he became Canada's biggest Bisexual Male Porn star( I kid you not!) who made it huge by hosting a groundbreaking sex information XXX website for all Men, alone or with partner(s), and regardless of their sexual orientation. I filmed 74 episodes and they were bought up like candy by the large XXX websites of the day so that they could offer my series to the millions of their members or paid subscribers who paid a monthly fee to access the content they provided(you know the drill…). What happened next sealed his, or rather MY, fate. The absolute, definitetive BIBLE OF PORN - The Adult Video News(AVN.com) dubbed him, or rather ME, ’the sexy Male equivalent to Dr. Ruth Westheimer,’ hand he/I just took off faster than I could catch up to him/ME. Actually, he/I skyrocketed to fame from 2002 to 2006. IT was CRAZY! It was quite a ride and yes, I actually DO know Miss Jenna Jameson and Ron Jeremy personally and I’ve got the photos and video to prove it! ( NOT Ron Jeremy - that’s just GROSS! But I did film an Interview about his <NOT> Penis Enlargement Pills. I did some cocain in a stairwell with him when we co-hosted a booth at the ‘Everything To do With Sex’ show, for a whole weekend back in 2002 at the Vancouver Convention and Trade Centre at Canada Place. I had just recently left employment there as a ‘cater-waitor’, so you could imagine the fun I had running arou7nd that place with a reciprocating dildo machine, terrorizing my former colleagues! It was a great weekend for Terry(That’s my REAL name, but more about the guy who runs the show, in a moment…)
By Terry Groom7 years ago in Motivation
You’ll Always Be Second Place
“Vanity, Vanity, All is Vanity” Vanity, the quality of being worthless or futile (pointless). This is my thought, as I sit looking at the struggles we face as a society. For me as a thirty five year old BLACK MAN, its easy to get swept into the societal waste basket of life. I remember coming home one day, talking about all the things I’d learned at school that day. I talked about the fun conversations my friends and I had, the even more awesomesauce things we did. I remember one of my family members, then a good fifty years old if a day, former Vietnam Veteran, standing up shrugging his shoulders like, kid.... I am glad they let you play with em.. As the silverware forcefully hit the table, along with folks present soul, he made his exit. What a stupid thing to say to a kid. I bet many of you are snapping right now reading this, and would more than not slap the taste out of someone’s mouth if they’d said this to your child, yet alone said it to your five year old.
By Erik DeSean Barrett7 years ago in Motivation
Red Is Not My Natural Hair Color
Christmas Day, 2016. Today’s the day. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time and I’m finally doing it. Glancing towards the bathroom counter, I reach for the round white box of henna and look at the label: red. Carefully unscrewing the lid on the small plastic container, I peer inside it. I wrinkle my nose as I brush the bits of greenish powder off my fingers and dump the contents into the mixing bowl. My wet hair is dripping gently on my back and the fog from the shower still hangs thick in the air, breaking up into a soft mist. Slowly and cautiously I drizzle the hot water into the bowl over the henna, watching as it turns into a thick green-brown paste. The smell of herbs is strong and somewhat unpleasant, and the appearance isn’t too appealing either, reminding me of goose piles on the sidewalks. The smell and the look resonate with me right now. It’s been a rough couple of weeks. I’m home from college for Christmas break; I just finished my first semester and it was a doozy. I don’t really have a better way to describe it; it was intense. Terrifying. Heartbreaking. Awakening. I learned more about myself in three months than I had learned in 19 years, and I was still learning more. I knew college would be hard. I didn’t have any way of knowing I’d spend so much time having violent panic attacks. I didn’t know I’d understand the painful truths of things that happened to me. I didn’t know I’d be miserable enough to try to kill myself. But this was a fresh start. I’m starting over for good this time, because starting college wasn’t enough of a new start for me. I want something more, something solid, something that made me feel like a different person; something for good. I wanted people to look at me and see my fierceness, my strength, my ability to get back up again when I fell down and keep going after fighting a battle. My mixture is ready. I pick up the bowl and lean over the bathtub. Lowering my head, I sink my fingers into the sultry-looking henna and grab it in handfuls, running it through my hair and over my head. It squishes through my hands, staining them a wild orange as I spread the herbs through the massive waterfall that is my long, thick hair. For an hour and a half I wait, the mixture getting cold and grody underneath the plastic bag that holds my hair in place. Finally I return to the bathroom and untie my hair, releasing it into the abyss to rinse out the clumps of used henna. Waiting for my hair to dry takes an age, but when I finally look in the mirror a few hours later, I see my dream come true. Long, luscious red hair flows down my frame. The moment I see my reflection I know there’s no going back; I’m a redhead now. I see a warrior leaving battle victorious; a phoenix rising from ashes. I see me. Me for who I really am. I have no idea of knowing what the hell is ahead of me but I’m ready to face it now. Somehow I feel stronger and more beautiful than before. When I return to campus my new professors and many of my peers tell me how lovely my hair is and think I was born that way. I smile quietly to myself and let them compliment me, knowing something they don’t. Red is not my natural hair color.
By Tori Reimschisel7 years ago in Motivation
Bad Day, Bad Week, Bad Year...
After going through a lot, there comes a time in one's life when we realize things have actually changed—people around you seem to be different; even with a bunch of friends or acquaintances you tend to feel lonely; you don't express, thinking no one would actually understand you; you don't wanna have a boyfriend because your priorities are different; you are always short of time; even the slightest of work requires a lot of energy; waking up becomes one of the hardest things to do; you become so conscious while standing and talking to somebody; all you think about during an important lesson in your class is nonsense; you are never mentally present; you find people who used to be so good to us, show their true colors; you are jealous because these people are having so much fun and you have no option but to stay alone; even your parents fail to understand you since they might have not gone through all this, as things might have been different with them; you don't even feel like opening up to your siblings; you don't have real humans as friend; you are drowning in the tears which could never flow down your face since you had to pretend everything is fine; you start thinking about how things were in the past and finally realize, that you've actually lost who you used to be... you've lost the 'you', you loved...
By Stacy Sylvester7 years ago in Motivation
Why Not Go For It?
Dreams are those things that keep nagging at you when you are attempting to go about your day. Sure, you are living your life in your 9-5 - it's not great but it pays the bills. By Wednesday people are counting down the minutes to Friday and you find yourself sarcastically answering "You know, living the dream" with an eye-roll when someone asks you how you are doing.
By Erin Moody7 years ago in Motivation
Book Review: “Resilient Walker” by Dr. Shree Walker
My reading schedule is pretty full and I had no plans to allow Dr. Shree Walker’s memoir to jump the line ahead of others I needed to read for research. A few unlikely things occurred that put her book in the front of the rotation and I’m glad they did.
By William Spivey7 years ago in Motivation
Shooting The Moon Isn’t Always Practical
“Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.” — Norman Vincent Peale It’s one thing to strive for something, a vast stretch goal where you have to channel all your energy and attention in hopes of achieving it. It’s another to set completely unrealistic goals for yourself.
By PG Barnett7 years ago in Motivation
Breaking Free
The problem with living a nomadic (or semi-nomadic) life is of course, money. The root of all evil. I’ve long believed that the trick to happiness is to alleviate the need for this dirty entity. I don’t think I can think of a single problem that doesn’t have its origin in money, in some small way or other.
By J.C. Steele7 years ago in Motivation
breathe
“it’s alright if you run out of breath, no one will blame you” Currently, kids are pressured to do well in everything. They hide away in their room to stay away from parents and adults because they maintain a fear of being judged by society, for their looks, personality, and more.
By Rain Roux7 years ago in Motivation
