Golden Calf In Sheep's Clothing

         Beware the beguiling con artists who "want to be closer to you" by

talking in voice and video 99% of the time...  For, they can record you, and only tell you that they did so, if the interaction turned out favorable.  They can talk over you and steamroll you, manipulating and coercing you into their own agendas, by voice inflection and connotation.  They can convince you that your real life with them means more, while denying access to ever actually meeting you there (and omit to you, the other ppl that they did see in person, during).  And they can almost never offer to spend any time with you in Second Life, because you don't know or care that your avatar is just as outdated as theirs... In fact, they toss the concept of "accepting one for who one truly is (because love and beauty are not superficial or skin deep)" out the window, and replace it with words that sound wise, because they somehow have the authority to make claims on something to do with an inverted Proteus effect  ...Meanwhile, you're a good enough tool to do their dirty work, but you're never good enough to reap the reward you were originally after, because there's always a convenient excuse (like that they irrecoverably live in Neverland, and your rescue attempts are purposefully repelled to perpetual snipe hunts within your own insecurities).  

Indeed, it may not seem like narcissistic, controlling, toxic, or even predatory behavior until they didn't predict seeing incognito you, embedded in their crowd, analyzing and making sense of things.  But never you worry about their talent of being able to spin damage control, for they deny being the "Gods" everyone fondly refers to them as --so they're totally more innocent, believable, and powerful than you.  

They already, unfortunately, proved your desperate test that money means more to them than love, as traditional values seem to have no more meaning, especially for them, no matter how you try to reach them (Proverbs 1:19).  Let's just say that they're such an excellent Lothario, that they should go fuck themselves as well.  No matter what, tho, they need to know that the buck stops here on their "you won the lottery in love from inside a virtual reality platform" scam.  

You can block them, you can deny them, you can cast voodoo chants and bury them, you can Feng Shui your life, set a path for transcendence, burn everything and leave no trace behind  ...But these sociopaths are a relentless force after your heart - as it seems the easiest target and most satisfying thing for them to have ever devoured (after all, they have none of their own, and yours just might fit the bill).  

Not acknowledging it doesn't keep them from having power over you.  And oversaturating yourself in failure analyzation doesn't help you gain any back.  Best, acceptance and knowledge... To give it back to your higher power (so energy can be expedited back to its source), and by everyone simply being aware of the warning signs (so they can make educated decisions on how to heed avoidance with all that's valued while moving forward).  

You are worthy of love, my friend.  

You do not need "ppl" like this to have it.

We love you, even if indirectly and anonymously.  

You also come from the infinite aetherial of love.  

So there's no reason why you shouldn't love yourself too.  

Some helpful links:

• Avatar Safety Class
• Virtual Ability
• The Lighthouse: Support & Meetings
• Mental Health America
• 211
• Co-Dependents Anonymous
• Love Addicts Anonymous
• Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous (S.L.A.A.)

---> I can't fucking read this!

Two by two, they go off into Noah's ark

Leaving behind all the Peter Pan or overly ridiculously controlling men who very unfairly distinguish as they age 

...To breed and dominate with more of it...

Ruling the fucking world, according to business, economics... and science... and anything else that actually matters

And take and take and fucking take...

(To the point where pieces of celebratory silverware, and God knows whatever else, from a woman's graduation of homelessness to an unknowingly lifelong career, had been discovered to be missing for absolutely no other logical explanation)

Victoriously destroying, pillaging, and plundering

Leaving these women to bitter with power envy:

As they lose their bargaining chips for marriage, when the inability to procreate leaves them...

...Since all men ever want to do is plant their seed to carry on their name

All the women who wasted their lives trying to convince these asshats that they should be married... 

So much for safety in numbers

By buying into monogamy before marriage

By stupidly believing in enlightenment, freedom, fairness, and the scientific method more than, say, Dr. Phil

And by not selfishly trapping these men into marriage (or tying them to their lives) by "accidentally" getting pregnant

Not that the responsibility of this limbo punishment should be passed on to any other being ...even on purpose, anyway 

(...hooray for double income no kids ...disappointing illusion... whatever...)

They give and they give and fucking give, until they break...

Of their bodies, their minds, and whatever else they are told is love

...Just to be used and cast aside like trash because whoever they are is, and always will be, ultimately meaningless

And lonely

Forever and ever until they learn all their lessons and can finally transcend away from this Godforsaken rock

---> I can't fucking read this!

Oh, Felicia...

What the fuck is wrong with you that you need attention SO badly, that you ask painfully shitty questions?  ...He's a veteran, retired, and his wife (whom he met in high school) passed away 3 years ago (on this very day, as a matter of fact, when he's trying to distract himself by helping us).  Have respect enough for all that to not reopen that wound, by asking him how his wife died, because you're "showing concern."  That is not your fucking place or even your level.  Shut the motherfucking fuck up!  If he wanted to talk to you about it, he would have brought it up to you.  ...Try, "How are you doing?" and simply leave it at that!!!  FFS.

Oh, but I can't end it there, dismally.  After I confronted you about all this (in a much nicer way), you tell me that you don't interact with others much anyway, and I reply, "Maybe you should stick to that plan," based on the gravity of the situation ... But then he later thanked me for telling you all that, because you went out of your way to talk about it (and disrespectfully rehash it even more so) AMOTHERFUCKINGGAIN to him?!  

...What the total fuck?  Do I need to abase to "speaking your language" and innocently ask you shitty existential questions about your life, to prove a point?

It's fine, tho.  You can't fix stupid.  

And you don't need to listen to me.  I don't claim to know everything ...But I do see thru your bullshit.  

May you be blessed and wake from your broken negativity record, so we can all move on in a happier (although, I'd settle for mediocre) and more productive manner.  

Fuckin' A.

---> I can't fucking read this!

Douchebaggery

...Yup!  That's right!  I'm a big fat waste of humanity because I have a WHOLE Profile Pick dedicated to how much YOU suck ...Which somehow makes me better than you, even tho I'm not quite exactly sure why.  Maybe because gossip and manipulative bullshit sell the most, don't you know?  ...'Cause, the OPPOSITE of love isn't indifference or anything...  So sure, I'll build myself up by pushing others down.  Nobody questions things or gets both sides, directly from the source, so it doesn't matter anyway.  I just assume everyone's out to get me, 'cause it IS always all about ME.  Jumping off cliffs blindly is amazeballs!  ...Hey, everyone, look at the gigantic asshat I'm tryna pass the buck onto!  Whoa!  Way cool!  Ballsy!  Yeah!  Let's ALL be fucktards!  Alright!  Awesome!  YaAaAaaAyyy and shit!  ...We are SO not dumbasses!

---> I can't fucking read this!

"Judge Me,"

 she said, with venom.  With the meaning of ripping wings off a freshly spawned phoenix.  As if she even owed an explanation.


I have many unpublished posts from late:

"Tao of Fehu" was about power.  Decided to not publish because everyone would figure out who that was about, and I'm not done on hope with them yet.

"Tell Me A Story" was personal.  Mostly about Lilith and Samael.  Unpublished because it mixed RL & SL and was never good enough for such a battle of deformation (when it was more intended as an adoration piece, but likely -and sadly- would never be interpreted as such).

"Sell Me This Pen" was a mock to see if I could write about something dry and straightforward.  I didn't like it and decided that job wasn't worth it anyway, so everyone can just go fuck off with that.

"Fuck You" was a piece about the plague pandemic and how everyone being forced to take the vaccine or wear a mask, somehow sarcastically relates to how doctors can force women to get pap smears every year (just so she can get the pill -because men are too selfish to get vasectomies).  Go figure, on why I didn't publish that very complicated and backward insult that nobody would quite get.

"Wouldn't It Be Nice" was a fictitious tale of love I was going write, along the same lines of selling you a pen that I also didn't care to.

One of these was actually published, ignoring my own personal rules of pictures and "I can't fucking read this!" links, but with a purpose.

"Come At Me, Bro" is a collection of commentary on the unnecessary flack I get from fishing and/or my ranks, but as it treads on violating the TOS, I obviously didn't publish it (however, it is ready for that right moment, should an unjust/stupid ban ever come to fruition).

...I just find that I seem to be more at peace with myself lately than ready to spew my normal thought-provoking toxin.  I enjoy fishing and weekly sales more than I do anything else lately.  Lucky you.  Although, perhaps one day I would feel the calling to actually publish those posts.

But as one of my posts from over a year ago was brought to my attention as some sorta prophetic gospel, from not really a fan, but more of a judgemental stalker... I just thought I'd take a few moments to point out that: 

• I'm not dead.  I'm not thwarted, either.  I am Majik.
• You do not own me, I am my own entity that cannot be bribed in any way.  I do not work for you or anyone else.  
• An uncontrollable spirit of creativity possesses me and takes over to communicate whatever it wants.  
• I will not be cut up, smooshed into a specific cookie-cut shape, or molded to fit whatever reflection pleases you.  I am uncensored and like it that way.  
• I do have the final say, however.  Some is published and shared.  Some is not.  
• And in the journalistic interest of getting things right the first time, as well as seeing growth, I do not take anything down.  Retractions may be done, if necessary, but no editing on published articles.
• I have many posts.  Some controversially outweigh the others in some huge twist of irony... Or perhaps, more likely, I am undecided on a definite stance.  The fact that you pick out one in the midst of many, says how superficially narrow and unworthy you are of judgment, however.

I am willing to live with those consequences.  Anyone who cannot appreciate those notions, doesn't deserve me entertaining them.  And likewise, you have the right to take yourself elsewhere and very simply not entertain me either.

I'll also refer you back to the Home-Page and Archives for purpose and timeline.

---> I can't fucking read this!

...From Things That Bleed For 5 Days & Don't Die + Other Cunts

Reference:

https://majikvixen.blogspot.com/2019/01/i-dont-think-you-know-what-being.html

Now:

Why the fuck am I not seen as an androgynous equal when it comes to something I have done very well for a very long time?  

Why did you change it all of a sudden, and that influenced my whole, specific environment?

Fuck you and your beta's "old [maid]" bias...

I am not for your amusement or jokes.

I do not need a man, or to be barefoot, pregnant, and rattling pots and pans to be complete!

I am allowed to look pretty.

I am allowed to be successful.

I am just as good as a man!

I fucking earned/proved that, goddamnit!

Did that really threaten you to the point where you had to put me (and coincidentally all women) "back in their place" and say the shit you did to influence others around you to feel the same way?

Shame on you, you should know better on what discrimination feels like! 

I did NOT hit below the belt.  I played fair!  Which is more than I can say for you!

But they are positively reinforcing you and those you have sucked into your charm, because you need to be a goddamned politician!
And because it's easier to just go with the flow?
But more likely because they all love eating the bloody shit mess from your poisoned taco.

How dare you twist that on me after everything I have accomplished.

And why does it feel like I am being ignored by those in power?

...Wrong Shakespeare play, assholes!  It's "Et tu, Brute!"

You took it away.

You took everything I worked for, for so long, away in one swoop...

Just because I tried to be nice to you and build some type of trust with you.

You used it against me.  You threw me away.

And you took something from me that was "small" from your POV, BUT IT WAS EVERYTHING I HAD IN THE SCOPE OF PRIDE AND SELF ESTEEM.

You robbed me.

You want to be a leader?

Lead by example.

Have integrity.

Have respect.

Care, goddamnit.

...What in the fuck am I going to do now?

I am left to bend over and let them all take turns.

And I don't want to.

I want what I earned.

I want my goddamned respect.

I want to fucking matter again.

And I don't want anyone to ever have the ability to take it away from me.

I HONESTLY NEVER SAW THIS COMING.

What have you accomplished here?

Are you proud of yourself for everything that has occurred here?

Will it take me going there, staring the circle jerk down, smiling at the end thru tears, and then splattering my brains all over the asphalt for you all to get the goddamned picture as to what happened here?

...And what do we think of this when it happens to others?

...WTF, humanity?