The Goods.

For sure.

You see when they ask me what’s different this time they don’t expect me break it down like this. I didn’t once have to mention the past to validate the right now. There’s no need. There’s no comparison. Let’s focus on the fact that this whole time I’ve talked about the changes & confidence in me since her debut. That’s a first. There’s your “difference”.

Why do we second guess good love so fucking much? But WE WILL ALLOW bullshit and toxicity to put us through the ringer for years? We trust that though? Have we convinced ourselves that we can’t fully trust a situation that feels and is ‘right’ ? Someone stumble into our lives, treats us rights, loves us the way only God knows that we prayed for and we STILL hesitate. There’s still doubt? Make it make sense Gina! Ol’ “we ain’t had a fight in four months” head ass... Go stir the pot! You know you want to. SMH.

She: I’m drawn to you and I want to have control over that but it’s not that easy. And just because something isn’t easy doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be done. I thought... well maybe it’s the curiosity that’s killing me. But the more I learn you.. the more I want more. The more I learn you the more I like what I see. She: More of something, more of you.. more of that laugh you do. Or the shy but not at all shy smile you do... more deep convos.. more kisses... more jokes.. more innocent touches to my skin bc all you wanna do is tell me how cold your hands are. So what do I do with that? And I’ll admit, the sexual attraction is very real. I gotta control my thoughts because man, the things I imagine me doing to you gets my heart racing and I’m out of control again. I said I wanted to know everything about you... down to how you taste. When you say my name, I want to know how it sounds when you’re clinching sheets and scratching my back. She: I fuck with you too and the way you bite on my bottom lippp. I did this to myself honestly. You ask why? And all I can think is —why not? Cause maybe just maybe a I can be a small part of your history or your right now.. or your days after. There’s really no good answer here.. I just like what I see. This random girl that popped up is dope as hell and I can’t get enough of her. She: You gone be my baby one day... just wait.

Queen: fine. I swear on you

Trust cannot be rebuilt 100%. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. Once a certain line is crossed it'll never be the same. ARGUE WIT CHA MAMA. Im working on being more forgiving but forget? nah. My memory is pretty solid. What sense would it make to forget the bullshit that someone put you through? Now I do firmly believe that if you choose to remain friends or in a relationship with someone then you're choosing to let go of whatever incident has occured. You cant let go and hold on simultaneously. You wont be able to move forward. You either hang onto it and move on or forgive and stay. Simple math. But back to lies... We're all human and we've ALL lied at some point. Hell some of us have told a few lies today. At the end of the day a lie is a lie but there are unspoken levels to lies and we are all aware of them. Calling out sick from work and coming back with new hair is hella different from "baby we're just friends" but secretly fucking. I'll use myself for example, if you lie to me about insignificant things I will question just about everything you say going forward. To me- if you lie about simple shit I bet money that you’ll lie about major shit too. Thinking that you're lying to me will become second nature. The benefit of the doubt no longer exists. I hate bold faced lies. People that will dead ass lie to your face and feel nothing.... I have nothing for. There's a major loss of respect from that point. OOOOOOH and you have my entire permission to slap any motherfucker that says they lie to you because they care about your feelings. BITCH PLEASE. PUHHHLEASE. I won't dive too deep into "circumstances" because motherfuckers like to get real technical. So yeah, not to suck my own titty here but I'm a great liar, so great that you'll think I'm horrible at it. The fact that I'm very convincing with my words is like a superpower. That whole "you tell one lie, you have to tell another, then another" bullshit is bullshit. If you know how to lie... it'll really only take the one and decent memory. Im not condoning lying or anything, be brutally honest. Be transparent. Be the person that you would want someone to be to you. BUT if you must tell a lie... make it make sense. Make me proud, let the good lies roll.

My first REAL lesbian experience was....wet. But lets back up a second...Now I knew from an early age that I liked girls. Like... I liked them liked them. In Kindergarten I used to hold hands with a girl at nap-time. We had our section in the classroom, placed our blankets right next to each other and held hands underneath them. Genius right?! Up until one day as our teacher was making rounds she stepped on our hands! I can't remember to this day if she had a "talk" with us, paid it no mind or ratted us out to the feds. I also can't for the life of me remember who the girl was. I've been a romantic ever since lol My first kiss was with my 3rd grade best friend. She was perfect in my eyes and those love and basketball kisses we shared sealed the lesbian deal for me. I wonder if she even remembers our few make-out sessions after school or all the illegal cable porn we used to watch on the weekends. When we played house, I was always the dominant one...LMAO! I've been sexually fluid ever since. We didn’t talk about it at all. As we grew older, we made separate friends and grew apart. She's married to a wonderful man now and even though it was decades ago I don't kiss and tell... pisceans die with their "skeletons". Now fast forward to freshman year in high school. LGBT was not as open and accepted back then. There was probably 2-3 openly gay females at my school. I immediately met one of them who-made-me-melt. For fun lets call her "Amy". Amy was funny, charming, attractive and quite the hoe. Her hands were always soft and smelled like baby lotion. I had a boyfriend at the time who later turned into my baby daddy. Yeah, right... check out that blog when you get a minute. Anyway, I didn't care if i had a boyfriend or not. I had to have her. A lot of exchanges of "letters" later and I found out that Amy was dating my boyfriend's relative, who found out about the letters we wrote.  Pretty steamy stuff by the way. The relative was just bothered that I had Amy's undivided attention, she didn't give a damn about my boyfriend but she made it seem that way when she outted me to him. Well thought she did! I will never give anybody that much power over me. (Pro-tip: you can't shame someone who isn't ashamed) She told him and we broke up of course and that same Friday-- I had sex with Amy in the backseat of her car with the clearest conscience ever. Thank you *evil laugh*  She was taking me and my best friend home when I reached over and placed my hand on her thigh. Not even a mile later, we were pulled over at a gas station, switching seats and my best friend yelling "huh, wait I don't even know how to drive a stick!".  Amy and I were in the backseat of her car making out like our lives depended on it. Hands gripping necks, tongues gliding over nipples, fingers entering vaginas..... *brb*.  My best friend and I still laugh about the music being so loud, us hitting the drivers seat one too many times and her learning to drive a stick quick as fuck! I know that I lived maybe 10 minutes from our starting point but that moment seemed to have lasted so much longer. I felt alive and in tune with both our bodies. I knew exactly what to do and I didn't want to stop. Not the sex, or the sex with her but that rush and feeling of pure bliss. A few months passed, she was back on her hoe shit and I was back in a relationship with the same guy but my heart was with her. We barely spoke in public. In private, we talked and texted for hours. We hung out and got to know one another. Memorial Weekend that same year, we had sex again. My mom was out of town and I was home alone. She came over and licked my pussy like she was in love with it. That was my first experience with oral sex and yo! Before I knew it we were, I know now, 69'n tf out each other. I loved it. I needed it. Giving her oral wasn't just for her-- I was dripping myself. Once she graduated and we just went our separate ways. No discussion was had or needed. Amy is a part of who I am today and she deserved an honorable mention in my life’s story. Crazy... My sex life has been a roller coaster ever since. #TheZipper 

What was supposed to be the happiest most romantic time of my life — In hindsight, wasn’t. I imagined this once in a lifetime moment completely different. As I sat on the stairs of my townhouse, bra-less, barefaced... overwhelmed with the thought. I answered with my mind and not my heart. But let’s rewind.... I asked for this. I legit put it on my Christmas list. What the fuck. I barely knew you or myself for that matter. We were out shopping one day and I saw the ring I wanted in the mall. There she was, shining in the case. If this were a cartoon the my eyes would be the shape of diamonds... I tried it on and it was mine. It wasn’t expensive. It wasn’t flashy. It was the perfect size. It fit on a guess and I fell in love. Shortly after feeling like I was swept off my feet I’m searching through gym bags and I see a tiny box. I’m thinking earrings? I ran downstairs and ask “what’s in the box” after a few “put it back” ... she tells me.. “go get it” I’m thinking yeah definitely earrings because she wouldn’t let me steal my own joy like that. Not after she knows how much of a hopeless romantic I am and what marriage means to me... so I get and open the box and there’s the ring. Shining in all its dainty glory. My stomach dropped. I scream. “Why would you let me open it?” She meets me on the stairs and grabs my hand. Filled with annoyance and butterflies and I dead ass let out a Kim K cry. She didn’t tell me all the sweet things like on TV ya know? Like “I can’t live without you, I knew once I saw you, yadda yadda” ... she barely parts her lips to say. “Will you?” In hindsight... my dumb ass 😑.... anyway she slides the ring on. I cry and immediately call my mom cause that’s what you do right? Literally watch too much TV because my mom and I aren’t even close. But she’s on the other line, fake happy. Meanwhile my fiancé goes back and sits on the couch and continues watching TV. I dry my tears and do the same. We didn’t make passionate love that night. I woke up alone. As time progressed I told my immediate family and 3 best friends... you know who she told? NO ONE. This extremely family oriented human being told not a single soul. I began to regret telling anyone. I stopped. I deleted all traces of photos that showed my ring. I expressed how little it made me feel and she defended herself by stating how private she was and etc. “Oh okay” Going forward those butterflies went away. The sudden ability to do everything perfectly with my Left hand.. a dub. It was like I felt nothing. I stopped planning. I caught myself hiding my hand around her family because I didn’t want to have the conversation. I wasn’t going to be able to fake the funk— I wasn’t excited anymore. I even deleted my Fiancé Pinterest board like —the fuck. Every time I looked at that ring I was bothered. I imagined the whole experience so differently. The proposal. The reveal. I said yes and only enjoyed it for a few hours. It was like it never happened. I’m officially that girl. After a series of unfortunate events.... we are no longer engaged. That’s what’s best though. I deserve a worthy proposal. I deserve to be loved out fucking loud. NEXT time because for my hopelessly romantic ass there will be a next time.... it will be everything I dreamed of. It won’t be perfect but it’ll be worthy. I’ll say YES to the tippy top of my lungs. The whole world is gonna hear me!

But I Fucking Love You.

So I’ve always heard that Pisces tend to “find themselves” later in life. We’re the floating through life, daydreaming, late bloomers of the zodiac. Which should be perfectly fine if we understand that “plan” right? Well it hasn’t registered with me yet because my stress level, my feeling of complete misdirection and purposeless-ness* is at an all time high. The overthinking has become my full time job ... pardon me- unpaid internship. The second guessing and always getting in my own way on one side and the powerful unfuckwitable queen on my other are about to clash like never before. Like watching a car crash in slow motion. At any moment I feel like I’ll crumble into a billion pieces or I could walk into a Starbucks and have an epiphany! It could go either way and that bothers me. I see triple digits ALOT like ALOTTT. Specifically 333-444-555. I did some google searching and I hear you universe :) butttttt help me out just a tad bit more please. I pride myself and wear my piscean fish on my sleeve. I’m always getting caught daydreaming. I fall in love with the person that I’ve created in my head vs the actual person in front of me. I’m an emotional powerhouse 24/7. I KNOW that my creativity is my strength but how do I use it? What are the specifics? Pin point that for me. The unknown is giving me so many doubts but at the same time I know I’m destined to use my creativity and personality within my career. BUT DOING WHAT LIKE.. EXACTLY?? 🤔 I look at my celebrity siblings like Rihanna, Jhene Aiko, Cindy Crawford, Steve Jobs and Erykah Badu and my success nerves begin to tingle. I know that no matter what I do- I will not be a failure and I mean that in the most humble way possible. You’d think I’d just be out here trying to master the world but that “getting in my own way” flaw is a bitch and a half! I’m in my late 20s and I feel like I’ve completely fumbled my 20s. Not in the comparing my peers success at this point to mine type of way but in the I personally want to be somewhere, anywhere better at this point. Im grateful for everything that I have and had. I completed undergrad and it was a great experience for me. I spent the summer at a beach bartending because I took a leap of faith but that was short lived. I landed a job in my field and was miserable for 2.5 years. The money and freedom was great. I was completely independent and I guess financially stable but I was so unhappy. Talk about spiritual suicide, dragging myself out of bed Monday-Friday. I know it was because I was uninterested AND the fact that I was unable to let my creative juices flow. It had gotten to a point where I was so unhappy I felt hopeless and depressed. My friendships and relationships suffered in a major way. I was looking for them to fill that void of happiness that I was missing. How could I put that pressure on them? Not to mention that I didn’t even know what made me happy? So how was that supposed to even pan out? My day to day since then has been a roller coaster. I think that’s why I despise them in real life aside from the feeling of a near death experience and all. I’m running out of patience honestly. We’re on borrowed time on earth ya know. Tomorrow is not promised— nor is this afternoon. I just wanna be great. Not famous. I just wanna be successful. Not rich. I just wanna be genuinely happy. Not this.

Ladies, if you discovered that your man was a sperm donor would that bother you? Gentlemen, how would you feel if your woman donated her eggs or was a surrogate? We’re put on this earth to procreate. Populate. To grow. However, some people are unable to reproduce and it’s very unfortunate. Granted some people don’t want kids blah blah. I really don’t believe that. Who wouldn’t want to experience that type of love and bond. You have the opportunity to bring a very decent and valuable person into this world. Not to mention the new baby smell omfgoodness. It’s like puppy breath— which also gives me all the feels! There are couples and singles that would love that opportunity and you could help them. Please don’t assume everyone can adopt and that the inability to adopt makes them entirely unfit. Especially if we’re basing that off of criminal history or finances. Because how many of us should be felons by now? And unless you’re a Kardashian you’ll never be 100% financially ready for kiddos. AND THATS OKAY. But back to my original questions. Would it bother you that your significant other was a donor? Prior to and during your relationship. I’d imagine I would be proud of my partner whether they donated for money or the greater good. Their decision helped create a family. It shows character. They have no ties to the children and even if they do, it doesn’t invalidate our relationship/family. Cause please, how many people do you know that have kids in these streets that they WILLINGLY created that they have no ties to? Mmhmm. Short story short. If you’re able and open minded... look into it. Because you never know, you may be in those same shoes one day. Help a family grow... in the words of daddy Drake “more life“. ♥️

……Alexa play “Big Ol Freak by Megan Thee Stallion”

Its unspoken but its actually very fucking LOUD. There's some shit that you just don't do. Technicalities will get yo ass beat as if you talked about a Jamaicans' mama. Ladies we know loyalty very well. Hell we've been "wives" to boyfriends far too many times right?. So why when it comes to other women shit starts to get blurry? For the sake of my rant I'm talking close friendships clearly defined by all parties. Meaning, she knows she's your friend and vice versa. The statutes are: you have to have been friends for a least 1 year or more. Now, you can still be offended if a bitch try your after being friends for only 3 months but if we're talking who's getting voted off the island.... its a least a year. There are alot of different circumstances that can accompany your disloyalty but does it justify it sis? The code goes back centuries but I'm going to touch on a few honorable mentions. RULE #1 *smokey's voice* Never ever ever ever-ever ever ever date your friends CURRENT/EX. I shouldn't have to even speak on fucking with your friend's current bae but some of you bitches are weird so... I've heard of slim pickens but bitch, no. I don't even want to date someone that my friend has dated, kissed, had sex with, planned a future together... you get the picture. Talk about a DEAD elephant in the room. It does not matter how long the relationship has been over or how it ended or who ended it. It makes my mind go into overdrive, like were you fantasizing while were were in a relationship? I can't trust you so Its a no for me dawg.  And don't let them have been seriously committed, cohabitating*, ruining their credit together and shit-- oh bitch thats grounds for an ass whooping! I dont even care if you ASK if I mind or not. Matter fact, if you have to run the shit by me then uhhh baby girl wtf? Nana always said "if you gotta ask"... Making the concious decision to cross those lines speaks volumes on the lack of respect you have for your friend. Granted I dont own anybody nor can I control anyone's actions, so carry on if thats what yall choose to do but keep it to yourself way way way over there! Like, forever. RULE #2 If your homegirl ever calls you out of the blue, without prior notice, at any given time in reference to "meeting up" in a few or she needs you to confirm her "whereabouts" last night on speakerphone or you get a random phone call about her work performance.. GO WITH THE FUCKING FLOW. Especially if she says "don't lie".. you know-know its go time! 9 times out of 10 if I'm calling you out of the blue confirming immediate plans you know goodness well we didn't make, I'm creating my escape route. Whether I'm sick of spooning, on an awkward date, friend cheating or the night cap didn't go as planned..just say "hurry yo ass up, I'm already dressed". Furthermore, if you get hit with the "brooo please tell this n*gga I was with you last night" you know to automatically agree and lay it on Emily B thick! If you're a vet like me and mine... I ain't even gotta lead you into where I "was" cause you already know what's up. Same goes for the potential employer, I was your best employee wasn't I sis? RULE #3 If we came together, we're leaving together. SQUAD! There's nothing wrong with throwing your ass in continuous circles from time to time. Go out, get a few observed-free drinks from the bar, stand on the couch in VIP allllat but yo vicarious ass is leaving with the same group you came with. OKKUURRR. I know how tempting a drunken dick appointment may seem but no ma'am. I want my girls to live their best lives but ya gotta be safe. Hopefully once she sobers up she won't remember the well missed opportunity but if she does.... get real loud and say "bitch I was looking out for you, gang-rape is real" it usually ends in brunch. RULE #4 Be transparent! Your friends are a reflection of you. You are who you hang around to a certain degree. For instance, don't have your friends going out like a fool in any situation (if you can help it). If her lace front isn't melted to the gawds- let her know! If the n*gga she fucking with is a community based n*gga- make sure she up on game. If she's being too complacent and holding herself back from her true potential- push her! If she's really fucking chancing it with her gas needle- collectively talk shit until she stops at the gas station! (I know my car head ass). Just keep it real with each other as much as possible. Reality checks cash when they're from people you love and respect. Lastly, ending on a positive note...RULE #5 is BE PRESENT! There's nothing worse than a completely absent friend. The 'only hits you up when its time to turn up' type. The 'never around when you're going through it' type. I've been that friend but I've vowed to never be that friend again. Now I know that we're all adults with careers, kids, spouses etc. I'm not saying put your friendships first but shit at least put them on the list. Check on your strong friends, double check on your weak friends. Make time for one one another. Quality over quantity ladies. Plan an annual girls trip and DONT FLAKE. Have brunch every now and then. Hell at least group facetime! Because if sis has an android...are yall really friends? The tea doesn't taste the same if you can't see all the effects in group chat. Long story short... friends can be forever if you live by the code--- once lines are crossed of course friendships get ruined. If its easier dont think of them as rules you gotta remember verbatim because my opinionated facts could be sorta different in your hood. Just be a decent human being girl. That's the real code.

Unconditional love is known as affection without any limitations, or love without conditions. Unconditional love is just given, freely, all willy nilly. Uh, I want no parts in that...conditionally love me please! The thought that someone can put me through anything or treat me any kind of way and I still love them regardless doesn't sit right with me. Hell I sure don't want to be with someone that will never leave or love me any less-- no matter what. There's no incentive in that. Why would I even try and put forth effort into making you happier? I want to know that you will leave my ass if I'm not loving you properly. Give me something to work for. If I'm slipping or not pleasing you let me know that you won't stand for anything less than from me and vice versa. This may contradict my cheaters edition blog but its because I'm allowed to change my opinion or feel this way because its Tuesday. Its unfortunate that people condition their minds to believe that real love is when you have to weather any and every storm together. Not if a motherfucker keeps causing those storms, nope. Why put yourself through that? I'm not saying throw in the towel over dumb shit like failing to compromise. Even though the GOAT, Eartha Kitt, had a point. I'm merely talking about the things that hurt you, damn near break you, things that you simply will not tolerate. I read a post once about a man who broke up with his long time girlfriend (NOT WIFE) because she was diagnosed with a terminal illness. He was crucified on social media for choosing himSELF-- how SELFish of him... Some say she dodged a bullet. I had to come to his rescue because I hate bullies. Leave that man alone! Granted there's a big possibility that he didn't want to deal with the burden, financial, mental or emotional. There's also a big possibility that he didn't want to watch the love of his life in that state. How can you blame him? He was supposed to stay because love is unconditional? Ever heard of resentment? He would've been staying for the wrong reasons, which to me is worse than leaving. You cannot tell someone how to gauge their love limits. We're all different. We all should have different standards, expectations and breaking points. I can love you with all of me for the rest of my life or I can't. I won't allow anyone to make me believe that there are no circumstances in true love. My heart, my fucking rules. Conditional love is worked for, fought for....its earned and can for fucking sure be taken away. Let that be all the fire you need under your ass to keep that flame ablaze.

Riddle me this... how the hell are we supposed to know what we like or dislike if we don’t try different things. Ya got to test drive a car before you buy it! Right? Leads me to believe that we all need a "hoe phase" The term hoe is so unbothersome to me but for the sake of the “definition” I’ll continue my opinion. So what makes a hoe a hoe? Is it the having multiple sex partners within a very small time frame? A shit ton a sex partners overall? Or both? Like what is a typical hoe body count anyway? Because I’m not going to hoe shame a single soul... WE ALL NEED A HOE PHASE. It teaches you so much! Opens every bit of your mind (and legs). Women or Men or both? Are you an ass or titty person? Length or girth? Lingerie or Full nude? Anal or strictly vaginal? Monogamous or Swinger? The list goes on but you catch my drift. This phase is not for the weak! Your sex life is YOUR business with that being said, don't record your sexual endeavors... No face no case. Yes, I’m aware of fornication and things. *carries on* Listen if you’re going to have casual sex be a responsible and strong minded individual please and be mindful of the coochie butterflies. Fuck around and catch “feelings” and end up somebody’s side bitch for 4 years. There’s nothing wrong with a healthy and abundant sex life. Healthy on both sides that is- if you’re confident enough to be popping pussy or slanging dick around town then you should be just as confident in having the “talk” with each partner. STD’s are real OKURRT. We’ve all had bad sex at least once and thought— ”what a waste”. Don’t continue to have bad sex with that person. Nah, 1 and done. Buhhhbye! Also... there’s a thinny thinnn thin line between the free spirited hoe and prostitute so tread lightly okay. Yes we can have a loving argument about beneficial sex later! Don’t let your hoe phase get so outta hand that you feel used or worthless. That’s not where I’m going with this and I’m speaking to my 21 and upppers by the way. Kiddo's you have time... pipe down (ha) If we do it right And our intentions we’re pure....By the time we hit our 30's and really wanna settle down, we've figured out 2 things...what we desire from our partner overall --WHICH IS VERY FUCKING IMPORTANT-- and we've gotten all that hoeness out of our system. It's not even on our radar anymore! Smooth monogamous sailing from here on...So going forward ensure that your partner has had a healthy hoe past as well so that you’re both in the same boat! Cause. Titanic.

Lets be clear I'm not justifying our dealings. I was wrong. I wont even argue that I had no loyalty to her gf. It doesn't matter, what's done is done. The entire experience taught me a lot and it wasn't wasted time at all. That situationship kept me grounded in a way-- I imagine that I would've been super promiscuous otherwise. It opened my eyes to how easily deceitful people can be and that no one owes me anything. For the longest time I didn't feel guilty at all for what I was doing. I didn't think about how it may affect Jill's gf if she found out. I was selfish as fuck. I don't think that I received my karma 100% relationship wise but definitely in other areas of my life and I deserved it. Today, Jill and her gf are still together and I'm sure she still doesn't know. What's done in the dark comes to light my ass.

Next...go watch Prayers for Bobby--- then come back. Hell after watching you might not even need my 2 cents but I'll leave it here just in case you wanna double back and pick it up. LOVE YOUR FUCKING KID. SUPPORT YOUR FUCKING KID. RESPECT YOUR FUCKING KID. Kid being your whole child,  no matter what age they are. They didn't ask to be here! The hate that people have in their hearts for the LGBTQ community is devastating. I'm not even going to spend time trying to comfort you with words like "you did nothing wrong" because THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU! This is coming from a feminine lesbian that ever since I "came out", felt like the black sheep of the family. Growing up mildly confused in my peer circle, I hid who I was only to come home and have to do the same damn thing. ITS EXHAUSTING and heartbreaking. My mother mistreated me for years and never wanted to talk about my sexuality with me. She is the queen of sweeping things under the rug. "You're going to hell" she said, guess I was a lost cause. Today, she barely acknowledges my significant other and its disrespectful. I don't share majority of my life with her for that reason. I've said my peace with her and she's tried to change but its so far gone that now nothing feels genuine. Home should be your safe haven, period. I will never understand how some people mistreat their kids (adolescent and/or adult) because of their sexuality. Its not a choice my dear. Even if you daughter has been dating guys for years and decides to take a dip in the lady pond and realizes "oh shit this is where I belong" doesn't mean she chose to be a lesbian. I think that she chose to follow a curiosity that has always been within her. You don't just wake up and say hey-- I think I'll eat pussy from now on. AND IF SO--- STILLLLL. Ultimately, Its NOT your life. What I really hate are those ...don't even go to church 5 times out of the year, don't live by the bible their damn selves ass parents that wanna use GOD (Love you G) as a scare tactic! GTFOH. How dare you. Not one second in my entire 20 something years of life did I feel like God didn't love me. I can admit I'm not heavily religious, I don't own a bible and I haven't been to church this year BUT I know and I still feel God's love. It is your job as a parent to nurture, provide, protect, educate, expose and above all L O V E your fucking offspring. Please realize their life isn't yours and it never will be. They are not trying to embarrass  or hurt you by choosing to be themselves. Encourage, Educate, and Learn. Be a decent human being and respect other people's kids as well. Don't have your confused child out in the world feeling alone. Searching for acceptance and love, they could easily end up in the wrong hands. Watch Life Support starring Queen Latifah. With social media, cyber bullying, and all the people that love to throw stones-- tell em' to kiss your ass or tell em' nothing at all. You owe no explanations ....but ass whoopins if your child continues to be disrespected.... oh those can be handed out as needed. Nobody gets a pass! Long story short, its 2019 accept your kids PERIODT.