A Wicked Life

For me and my sister. Thank you, Stevie!

The Woman Who Broke His Heart "Marry me," he said, to the woman who would break his heart. He promised to love and protect her but instead held her up by the neck with one hand,  two inches off the ground. His fists flew past her face, only to collide with the wall behind, the woman who would break his heart. He begged her to stay, pleaded for the forgiveness of  the woman who would break his heart. He told her she would not live without him,  shot a hole in the suitcase held by, the woman who would break his heart. She left that day and never looked back. He followed and threatened. He vowed to win the war against, the woman who broke his heart. She lived her life in fear. The day came when he was no longer near. Now all that remains is an obituary with no mention of, the woman who broke his heart. ~ Reneé Michelle (c) 2014  Jack E. Daniel died June 13, 2004. He was 43. 

Wanting free music is not a new thing. I come from the generation of vinyl and cassette tapes. As a teenager, if we wanted free music we had to sit by our boom-boxes on Sunday mornings - listening to Kasey Kasem’s Top 40. With a blank cassette loaded and our fingers placed on those two important buttons, we waited for Kasey to announce our song. Bliss. If we liked songs that were not so mainstream we would borrow our friend’s purchased cassette and copy it. That is of course if we had a coveted dual cassette player. “Stealing” music in the early 80s was a lot of hard work and the music industry did not suffer. My friends and I would still purchase albums and tapes of our favorite performers even if we only liked two songs. We didn't have a choice unless we purchased a single or 45. The point is, we still purchased music along with using loop-holes to acquire certain songs free. Then came Napster and later on, LimeWire. Those were free AND the artists received no compensat

In September, Facebook decided to enforce their identity policy and they wanted everyone to use their real name – citing efforts to make the internet safer. In doing so, Facebook locked hundreds of accounts. According to a Reuters report , Facebook's policy adversely affects the lesbian, gay, bi-sexual and transgender community. This report also mentioned that Facebook, after several complaints filed, has lifted their restrictions for those in the LGBT community. What Reuters didn't mention was the effect this policy enforcement has on the pagan community. And the fact that this restriction was not lifted for them. In a blog post dated October 23rd, Silver Ravenwolf explains a concern they have in regards to this policy enforcement. “The excuse that once your “real” name is on your personal page that you can adjust your settings to private and therefore be ensured of your safety is ridiculous.  Nothing, and I mean nothing, is safe on the net.  Ever.  The human conditi

We have attached the word shaming to just about everything. Thin Shaming, Fat Shaming, Slut Shaming, Short Shaming, Tall Shaming, Smart Shaming, Dumb Shaming and Bitch Shaming. Wait, is that a thing?  Let’s talk about Slut Shaming for a bit. The hot topic of the Halloween season was slutty costumes. I know I am a few days late and that may explain my low blog following but, I’m discussing it now. So humor me a bit, all two of you.   So where were we? Slut Shaming! When I was younger and a little more… uh, slender, I used to like dressing up and showing a little skin. Nothing too sexy but enough to turn a couple of heads. That was my comfort level. I have no problem with women going out and being that “sexy” professor or “sexy” dog catcher (ironic…) anyway, to each their own. So have at it, you sexy swashbuckler, you! What I have a problem with is the ability to call it like it is. It is one thing to dress like Jessica Rabbit and another to wear almost nothing at all. A