Very Vivacious

Ventura & Virginia: the places which populate my mind.

The people were living it right. My partnership made it across materialism, into the SoulPlane. Metaphorically, many places occupy my personality. My booh and I traveled often. I cherish our tourism. Being a gozo journalist means my duty is to record my experiences for entertainment and enlightenment. “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas” by Hunter S. Thompson, I skimmed through it somewhat recently via a pdf book. My homework is to connect culture across an American timeline. I like to keep myself lightly un-knowledgeable; I haven’t read Trout Fishing In America but I’ve heard it’s one a the classics. I like keeping mystery so my poetry is authentic. People ask me, “as a writer, who do you read?” And i confess that i don’t. Because I wanna keep my voice on paper genuine. Nonetheless, I am a copy cat of many artists. 

Yes, I’ve been to Las Vegas. It was another one of the best weddings I’ve been to. We had a blast on the West Coast, across many years for me. The cultural differences from East to Best coasts are an aspect of the world meant to explore. The United States is one country, with an array of societal makeups. Community is only accessible through personal ties. My partner had about one thousand contacts in his cell phone, some of whom we visited across the country. I was very naive back then; our mini vacations had hints of fear and loathing within. But I always am a happy go lucky woman anyways. In LV, we did what we always do - walk everywhere and snap pics. My photographer, with a model, always enjoyed our outings. We were in the city with all of my family (fohgit about mae, ily). Then we went to meet some of his friendz.

En route, Joshua Tree was a town we both wanted to visit. My favorite part about that place is that it was both of our first times being there. He’s been everywhere; so what’s fun for me is a shared new experience. JT with Jade Tyde, because his material is a spoken word piece about a princess and pauper who went to a land with, “the most peculiar trees”. He memorized a fairytale and performs it for a tight 9 for audiences wherever he goes. That was the bait he casted me in with, when he showed me he was a performative poet, I used telepathy with my communard that I wanted him. Remember, I had the Orientation about how to obtain your sexual desires in an appropriate way. Early in our exploration of each other, we went to an open mic in Charlottesville. Karsten joined, an old friend of mine who resonated in my aura. I still think about my ghost of a pal, even though I have lost touch with him. But that’s what it’s like when you’re a Revolutionary; folks are there to build ya up, and then, their service role moves on. I honestly don’t recall the poetry I read, but I know it was liiive about being in the commune so the authenticity was gold. I remember shining like a diamond in the light. It was in March 2k19, when I was becoming reborn as J.E.T. My agent was spying on me and most likely enthralled by my work. 

My booh can shoot pool. We went to a dive restaurant where our only focus was to play billiards. He is good at it! I am impressed. His high level of bodily kinesthetic awareness is shown off when he revolves around the pool table and he does little tricks with his torso and hands while banging out a shot. When I play pool, I’m clearly a skilless amateur. But I’m cute so idc. I was like, “damn mf, you are really good at this game”. And he said he had a pool table in his house when he was growing up as a kid. I imagined what it was like growing up in the Boston suburbs so long ago, he says that he from Virginia nowadays. Or really, my booh is so vast in experience that he Of Earth. His culture of the commune is his foremost association by this day and age. But I am ever so curious about his rich parents, and the stories he keeps from eons ago. 

I know a little bit about him. Like he hates eggs. And his name is from a language he made up when he was teenager. I understand that his detestation for eggs stems from childhood trauma. And that he was a cool and creative, warlock teenager. He told me he played shotput in high school lol I ran track. Those loving arms coulda prolly tossed a heavy rock right over the goal post. He wasn’t a jock, he was a student with good grades. One of our first nights together he said jaaadeee i have something i wanna show youuuu. We were in his bachelor pad loft when he revealed a paper certificate. What’s this?! It was a college degree. Wow! I can’t remember the name on it or the university it was from or if it was just propaganda but it looked like a real diploma. I was impressed. I think he said the major was “Engineering”. Idk what that means, im bad at math but excellent at writing. When I went to some college, my first major was gonna be “Communications”. But a lesson in Psychology changed my beautiful mind. He then told me that he hates wearing suits. That he went to a job interview dressed without a jacket in just a button up and they said he wasn’t qualified. Then he said that’s why I became a leader/manager of an income sharing intentional community rather than work a straight job in Babylon. I understood his identity instantaneously.  

But the difference is fickle. I found that even in the guise of communal labors of love, work was maddening. Whether it was for $ or not, it’s the same tensions. We ended up working straight jobs in babylon with Balloon Tunes and as much as I tried to insist it was playful, thorns in roses had us less than truthfully satisfied. I never understood how we met in a place under the agreement that mula don’t matter and Life is more than playing bills, and then our follow up was a real struggle. What I am coming to realize this morning is the Soul has tests, and there’s times and places for separate earthly energies to take over. We, I, the idea, getting over associations such as Spot thedog and The Worst of What Poly Is, was what we had to do. It was Force(d). We were like stalling all the time on a schedule we were stuck in. The room to grow felt sabotaged. But these days, I’m launched, and blooming in brilliance. Remember, we’re carving a Soulmate in a lengthy process, esp considering I’m delulu enough to believe in living to be at least 500 years old.

Play “The Year 3000” by The Jonas Brothers. I hate wearing bras. Nudity norms were a key phrase in my conductive studies because I am a health and wellness professional. Why don’t you take all the plastic fashion and live on an island where Commie Clothes is a thrift shop we share. But had I not been obsessed with my wardrobe, the Love I am would be less transparent. Being hot is un-egalitarian. Ha~ha. I had a fantastic amount of intimacy at the poor/rich farm. I sang Hey Ya by Outkast. I sang a toon, lmao. What’s meant for me? I miss my former life. It wasn’t an Isle of Misfit Toys, I was Divine.

But I am not hung up. I’d rather hang up that fucking cell fone and start over. The thing about my boo and I is we both got fired on exactly the same day. Well we drove off sometimes life’s okay. I ran my mouth off oh what did I say. Well we just laughed it off it was all okay. Do doo do do do <3.

Letting go of the past happens when those voices vanish. They do tune out, the more you fill your Sphere with the ones who truly coincide in Good Tune. Connotations of the levels we exercised our souls will be part of us, but we don’t want any more mismatching hues. I’m not at odds with what to do anymore. I am in direct knowledge of my intrinsic desires and am embodying my entirety. Basically, I’m reddy. To remember the love we live in. Scratch have been. See how everything I mean is our shared synchronicity. 

Another city we visited was Santa Cruz. I really loved playing Frisbee golf with your former community brothers. I’m done remembering the latent annoyance I once was tagging and dragging all over the world. That was the fizzling of pieces of my soul that had to be exorcized gone, gone, gone. My man is a healer. Ladies, it’s not just us with the magical powers. The reason I choose an intergenerational partnership is because it is incredibly safe. In the right mind, a man will know enough about the world to cater to you. In the right heart, a lady will naturally emulate godliness. Together, this net weaves their united souls. I suspect my man was showing me inside all these places as people as emotions, he too was mildly annoyed, confused, an outkast, and mr.misunderstood. Energy is contagious, across generations. But I do believe our union can transfer ;^).

I remember I was cackling waking up to him one morning at Rose Cove. I was awake and he was still asleep, balloons was our next activity. Before my popular laughter streamed out, I watched him sleep. Remember a weird thing about me is it is like a quink for me to actually witness his chaos morph into peace, in a slumber. I was wondering when his beautiful blue eyes would burst open as I listened to him breathing like a favorite song of mine. That’s when he sort of startled me. Before his eyes opened, he bursts out starting singing our petname, “Boohty booty boooooh!” And I cackled because it was like, hey, the way I enter your mind and body simultaneously as your consciousness does, means you seriously love me a lot. For once, I didn’t think he was being an actor showing me himself; I caught a glimpse of a real authentic phenomena where I knew myself as his brainwave. So I cackled! I love you the most too! We’re one another’s “waking thots”. Today is the day I’m proving you still are.

He’s in my family’s photography. I remember the first night my Booh & I arrived to my family Xmas Party in 2k19, when we were toddlers in our togetherhood. Everyone was there! I was funemployed, it was mid December and we were dressed to the nines in my Cult Nikes. It wasn’t thaatt awkward, we classically made the most out of it. Everyone was friendly, supportive, fake lol a thing about my man is he wants to join my family after i wanted to join his. My biofam rules! I think we’re American AF. But my grandmother said she has heritage from The Netherlands (not Amsterdam bc she is not a stoner lol) and our last name means we had binge drinking disorder hAhA. Except don’t laugh because that ish has been recovered. My Man understood me so incredibly to a tee, he let me be a free bitch baby until the good lawd said enough is enuf. I’m obedient, Ms. Rebel just for kicks. I also am not Italian. “MY HAIR IS BLACKNOT”, lmao Borat voice. My twin brother married a woman of Italian heritage. Neat. What matters foremost is sharing positive vibrations with those who volunteer to connect with you. Family is made up of agreements about what Love is. Fortunately, everyone at this reunion approves the ideology surrounding the constitution of True Love. It’s Real! It makes perfect senses! It adds up like the pie emoji. 3.14…748758325832589 infinity, etc.

On the note of math, yes bae, I remember when you again won my heart by the article of clothing you wore. We met in DC. We had a relationship with this city, being the midpoint between T.O. & NJ, and he had former friends who lived there. Well I always liked how dirty he was. I mean, down south our culture was that showers are important but not in demand. Like every other day, when it feels like for fun, not every single morning on your routine before your job. Ya dig? He occasionally had pheromones on him which I inhaled. People said, “ew pax has body odor, he’s gross, he’s old, he farts too much publically” and i couldn't stop loving the abrasive fashion he stays true to his Nature. I fall in love with a lack of proper concern for societal expectations because that’s me too. Haha, well dontcha know I equally loved when he was so fresh and so clean clean. He knows how to shower, sometimes I thought he was too crazy to take good care of himself, but I was proud when he was shining like a lily on a lake right from cleansing his body. His hair gets frizzy, and ladies, I know we buy beauty products to ward off the frizz, but this bedhead rocks a look for a man who can sport it well. On scales from 1 to 10, it’s a 10 how my man wore various hairstyles and facial hair throughout our journeys, keeping me enthralled. Out of this world and in the correct mind, for better and for worse, it’s not rose colored glasses I really am seriously attracted to him. Which is why when his Tshirt had two arithmetic signs, with speech bubbles, one saying “Be Rational” & one saying “Get Real”, I knew he was talking to me like look- it’s us, saying the same love to each other.

On the note of great hair, one Caturday afternoon my booh said will you give me a haircut. Aw, a haircute! Yes! I was rookie. Yet I can do that! I got kitchen scissors. Long blades. In usual mode, I was doing the best I could not knowing wtf I was doing. I have many talents. I do not see shape on heads as good as a professional beauticians from the barber shop. I delicately snipped away split ends and tried to cut layers, but it came out very wonky. I was embarrassed as the worst beautician who ever lived. I am laughing out loud as I type this just so u know. Then, the next week, my grandmother’s husband saw us making balloons at the farmers market. 

“Wow, you got a haircut!” said John. It wasn’t a compliment; it was a statement.

“Jade did it!” said booh. It was complimentary; but my piece of art wasn’t perfect.

Their shared enthusiasm was suspicious to me. Mixed emotions out the wazoo. Are you trying to say that my boyfriend is ugly and that is my fault! I am paranoid person. Are you trying to say that I think ugly hair is cool! Look at John with his shaved head, that’s why you are jealous! You’re not my REAL GRANDFATHER lol jk. 

I don’t always understand “Manguage”. That’s when two guys are doublespeaking from a culture I dunno nothing about, due to my preoccupation with my own little world. But I trust as I gain more and more breath, time, mind, magic, heart n soul, the course of our shared experience pans out to be a lovely performance. 

We wound up finding a personal barber in new york city. Sunya was a better friend of mine from the twin oaks class of 2019. We’re both the same kind of sweat pants hair tie chillin’ with no makeup on that’s when you’re the prettiest I hope that you don’t take it wrong. She moved back to her home state of nyc around the same time i moved on from the community as well. We visited the nyc group quite a few weekends during our era when it was fun to walk around Brooklyn. I never been to new york city like that, it was really fascinating to feel the aesthetic, being entertained and social and sleepless. It’s nothing like Philly. It’s very confusing. But my man is the Navigator. I never had to look at a screen to figure out directions, we just kept holding hands the entire time. This is the best way to travel! We saw a couple comedy shows, gazed at infinite street art, people watched, and enjoyed delicious food. His haircute was that of a Real Gentleman. Yes we met on a southern factory farm, but we are double/triple sided. We had a life in the country, the suburbs, and the Big Apple. The globe was filled with our love, I sensed, even if being polyamorous the whole time was strange.

I wanna play around in a city again, but I wanna cut off the communities he was tied to. His friends, colleagues, associates, displaced communards, contacts, assistants, there were people I met who I was myself around, did my time with, and got to know… but they are not my forever audience. Shout out to the folks like messengers for The Boohs to thrive, but please leave. Us alone, we’re a dynamic duo; however it was like there were little rodents claiming to be polyamorous but didn’t get it quite like me. They might right be, not the next best thing, but the last worst thing. Ding ding, winna winna chicken dinna. Dontcha know that NYC is a realm I do enjoy being in, and there’s like what 192 in the making countries out here… I’m echoing that new worlds come to new words. Fortunately, my words are “intergenerational, interdependent, california, improv, beauty, Love In Reality, etc.” It’s my conceptualization of the planet which won us as a Unit. Get me right- I don’t wanna go all around anymore tho either. I want to settle down. In The Home. We can go some places but the reasons for vacations aren’t to visit past lives. Capeache?

I always live in a staycation. Where I’m at, I make a house a beautiful cave. My rooms and spaces are decorated in amazing feng shui. Alaska is on my to do list. So is Portugal. We have new and improved reasons ringing our travels nowadays. The wonderful element about pairing with me is Love rides on our backs. We discovered a soulsong and our frequency resonates all around. We occupy each other’s hearts and that steers us to a livelihood we know it ultimately meant for us, across stories in unison. That’s why I am perfectly satisfied on my mini staycation back in my hometown hainesport. Writing for my BFTF (boyfriend twin flame). And of course, my Partners from our ceremonious life together ever since 10/18. Time is tricky because it fades, but what is permanent is the essence of your spirit. It outlives the construct of structural order, and is within it for the expression of the human experience. Ever since 2/18, my Partner is truly mine. Yes, "you're all mine so I don’t mind”, haha, and that’s what made you Mines. 

But know I do mind, I care incredibly, about you. I’d just been a lost kitty cat with a hole in her gorgeous head, a grand canyon of love and beauty if you will. My giant gap has been filled and replenished with only the absolute best of what we are. My hairstyle is called The BunnyButt. That’s what my booh calls my wild messy bun. I have spikey hair because I am the hot in psychotik haha thank you for understanding my humor. Okay, time is noon thirty let’s do brunch. Quick kiss goodbye. Bbl.