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My name is Jenay (JZapp), I was born in the hurricane season circa 1974, which makes perfect sense, because I certainly do like ta shake shit up. I am a writer. I write & write & write, that’s what I do. I came out of the womb with a fat lip from fighting off the earthlings tryin’ to pull me out onto this godforsaken land. No doubt I was snapping gum (if a toothless baby could snap gum), sporting a green sun visor, brandishing a pen & white legal pad, making lists & taking notes. It was September 18th, which was the five year anniversary of the death of Jimi Hendrix, bell-bottoms were en vogue, Eric Clapton’s cover of “I Shot the Sheriff” just hit the Billboard top 100, & it was fondly the era of the sexual revolution, better known as “Free Love.”

I knew how to write before I could talk or walk if that makes any sense. If writing was a faucet of running gold…. I would be the Queen of England, Egypt, and 12 other great empires. I would live in a golden castle with a golden cat & eat golden cucumbers. Diamond chips would be shooting out of my fingertips. Writing is what I do best. It’s how I live. It’s what I know. It’s timeless. It’s healing. It’s cathartic. It releases unwanted emotions. It exonerates. It liberates. It validates. It vindicates. It provides resolutions, answers, clues, closure, knowledge, information, wisdom, comic relief & enlightenment. I NOW HAVE THREE published books available on Amazon.com.

I am most definitely a wordsmith. Frankly, I have way too much fun with words, I can’t resist. I have some serious spunk & there’s no denyin’ my audacious attitude. I am my own brand of freelance writer & reporter of current, relevant, buzzworthy topics. I write colorful articles, create moods, stir things up, am brutally honest & have no apologies, & if ya don’t like me, oh well.

I’d like to think that my writing style is a blended firestorm of bursting color, & a healthy trail mix of Saturday Night Live, Sarah Silverman, Marisa Peer, Esther Hicks, Bob Marley, Bono, Kathy Lee & Hoda, Jimmy Fallon & a tiny sweet little dash of the Royal Renegade of radio… Dr. Michael Savage. I am a melting pot of many influential people. You don’t have to agree with me. I don’t have to always be right. I will say it how I see it, anyway.
I am a poet. I claim poetic license to the max, in or out of rhyme. I am an Artist of Word Art. What I write is deliberate. The English language is a “living” language that is still evolving. It’s not Latin. “Proper” grammar or sentence structure, etcetera, etcetera… may or may not apply here, thereof. So those of you who either may be nitpickers or English majors, put on some sunglasses, put your feet up, & flip on some tunes, cause nobody’s countin’ commas at this party.

If you read through my blog (Tap FOLLOW!)… you will find that I am a bit of a diplomat, pleasantly patriotic and am quite an ambassador for female empowerment and principles. I’m also a tried & true Culinary Grad, a foodie for sure, & recently embarked upon a Vegan lifestyle, so I feature plenty of nutrient-rich intel. As a “recovered addict,” reformed Catholic, abuse & rape survivor, I am a significant advocate for addicts, those in recovery, victims of abuse, animal rights, anyone ready to embrace their power & improve the quality of their life. I wear a hero helmet most days that reads: “power to the people” on the front, and “justice” on the back. I believe in equality, respect, unity, peace, & the eternal Divine force of Universal Law.

Furthermore, I am an Empath. This means I have the gift of clairsentience which loosely translated, means: “clear sensing.” And thus, I have a supersonic capacity to feel, sense energy & experience everything in detailed technicolor. Empathic souls absorb more than non-empathic people. We typically have a deeper understanding of life… & not by choice. We are born sensitives. I literally feel the pain of a wine-soaked drowning fruit fly. It gets even more amplified when I’m high… lol. Look out! She’s a philosopher!

This hyper-developed sensory perception has given me the ability to channel intel from higher dimensions, & over years of continued contact, I have become fluent in these transmissions via writing. In addition, empaths are the arch nemesis of narcissists… which is probably why I tend to have a bone to pick (more like 5 or 10) with any kind of controlling, egocentric, self- serving, dictatorial non-diplomacy.

What I stand for is non-denominational, non-affiliated, nonpartisan & all-inclusive. I am an amplifier of goodness & Light. It could be said that I am a proactive agent for the greater good. I espouse positive thinking. I consider myself a leader in the Conscious Revolution, a Light Guide/Life Coach/Spiritual advisor all rolled into the cool girl next door. Thanx for reading!
Namaste🙏

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#MeFuckinToo

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Here I go again, using my own disheartening experiences with men that INSIST on pushing me into unwelcome sexual exchanges. I draw from these personal challenges to create bad ass life changing blog articles that help people. Can’t go wrong there. Boo Yah! My brow has been wrinkled all morning, though, it’s not like I like this. But I have no choice. I either channel it… or grow to be a very mean mean witch that will likely eat you, if you come too close.

Whether it’s talking about what they want to do to me or with me or what they want me to do to them, or… just plain… whining that they WANT me so bad (in a very graphic manner). Ewe. Or, it gets better… love when the dude actually thinks he has the right or knowledge to speak on MY NEEDS!!!!!! Great try, Slick Rick, but that has to be the most ignorant way to attempt to get laid, that I ever heard. Trying to convince me, that I NEED it. Wow. Think again, bro. Who died, & made you the President of Sex Town? How many times I choose to meet my needs & how I choose to do it, & who I choose to do it with, are, frankly… none of your Mother F-ing business. Weirdo. Go back to your cave dwelling & rub some sticks together, there, cave-boy wonder. And while you’re at it, rub one the fuck out too, so your impetuous unmanageable hormones will stop blinding out your sense of decency.

What part of NO don’t men understand? I completely have had ENOUGH of any man thinking that they can touch me to satiate a one-sided obsession, or even talk to me about my body parts without my consent. I am gonna start to  carry around soap on a rope from now on, & just whip it out as needed, to either slap a bitch-ass silly, or wash filthy mouths out, of these foolish knuckleheads who think that disrespecting a woman with unwanted sex talk, is kosher. It’s NOT! It’s super annoying, super creepy, super needy, low class, uncouth, & toxic, not to mention very unattractive. Unwanted is the key word here. Whatever happened to charm, dignity, integrity, respect, drawing her to ya in a subtle but worthwhile way. Wining, dining, putting in some effort, a little TLC, some good old-fashioned convo?

Unwanted sexual talk & advances are not going to to get men where they want to go, EVER. Should I repeat that? There is never just cause. Just because the girl is either at a bar, night club, it’s 2AM, or even in a salacious setting such as a strip club, or maybe she has on revealing attire, is voluptuous, has nice legs, a fat ass, puffed up cleavage, sex appeal, or a seductive smile, THIS DOES NOT GIVE ANY MOTHER F-ING MAN THE RIGHT… to disrespect her with unwanted sexual talk, advances or at worst… assault. Shall I repeat that, gentlemen??

Attention all wanna-be Pimps & Playaz: unless you have something of value to offer to a lady, don’t even bother. And unless you wanna end up with your name on a court document, I would recommend you mind your manners, respect boundaries & play your cards right by knowing for certain sure that your attention is NOT the unwanted kind.

If she looks uncomfortable, says she’s uncomfortable, isn’t catching your drift or clearly NOT flirting back… then, duh… ass-face, back the fuck off!!! She’s just not that into you. Hello? What part of the word: NO, don’t you understand?? It’s not rocket science. Woman are not just made for your pleasure. Just because we may look good, or smell good, or laugh at one of your stupid jokes, doesn’t mean it’s okay to cross boundaries. We are not robots with plushy sex parts that are built to serve every man’s beck & call. We are not REQUIRED to respond to your extremely out of line, degrading, disrespectful behaviors. We are not rag-dolls that get turned on by your selfish, self centered, self-serving, narcissistic, phallic fantasies of the way you THINK we are supposed to conspire with you to fulfill some lustful secret greedy agenda. Didn’t your mama teach you any manners?

What the hell is wrong with men? Many of them. With all due respect to the good ones out there, your arch nemesis’ are scattered all over the map, now clearly OUTED, finally… courtesy of the #MeToo movement. They are at your workplace, in your neighborhood, community, on your team, at the gym, your church, in your back yard, your school, the local grocery store, the bar, club, restaurant, any & everywhere. Any & everywhere, I can almost guarantee there is a plotting, predatory man lurking around a random corner. Two brands, either one: the guy who simply  has no self control, or two: the guy who is simply so full of himself that he thinks that controlling a woman for self gratification is justifiable, ethical or a viable means to secure an ego-based position of  power or status.

Big blinking neon sign: We are not Lions in the Animal Kingdom.

We are human beings with a soul, heart, mind & a super conscious very sophisticated sense of self.

What? Didn’t ya get the memo? Guess not.

Un-evolved Cave man who thinks only with his penis:
“(grunt, grunt, grunt) Me—want—fuck—you. Me—want—pussy.”
Lovely respectable lady in a bar with style & class:
“Go Fuck… yourself, Chief. Heathens went out of style with the Dinosaur era. Your game sucks. Your lines blow. Your presence is straight offensive.  You best take a hike up shit’s creek without a paddle, there,  fool. Games over.”

 

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Jar of Hearts

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Yes, I do have a jar of hearts on my shelf… alongside a jar of bruised egos. If your heart is so tender & flimsy that it can be broken by a woman whom you’ve never had a chance with in the first place… your heart deserves to be pickled in the pain of a jar. Second, that ego that’s beaten & bruised wining like a little bitch in the corner with a blue bonnet on & a taffy… disguised as sumthin’ harmless…. should be ashamed of itself for even existing.

Wipe the drool off your face & smack the dirty smirk right down the drain of your vampire stare, your dorm daze are over. No more secret cameo appearances in the scenes of my life. Take your blankie & go suck sum one else’s energy field with unwanted attention. Your greedy ulterior motives can take a hike right down the highway to hell.

The jar of bruised egos up on my shelf is now capped & vacuumed shut like a poisonous canned sauce. No getting out or in. Just a trip to the river will do. A heavy toss out the window into the air of contention, will disarm you. No more taking up space on my shelf. And as for the jar of hearts there? I will feed them to the frogs out back. All the ones I’ve kissed.

I’m done….! Zip, zap, over, ca-put, ca-pat, cap-plew-ey…. with drawing all wrong dudes. Let me be Medusa to their intentions. Let their ill vibes shrivel up in the heat of my Zen zone. Let their raunchy fantasies be smashed into smithereens by my laser sharp intuition. Let their insecurity, insincerity, lack of self-control, hidden motives, disguised disrespect and  self-aggrandizing disposition ban together to go gather sum sticks & thorns into bouquets for their own funeral.

In my life, there is no place for your face. Thank you for walking right passed me from now on. I dodge man bullets. There should be a master class on dodging man bullets. Its easy. I could teach it.

I do not accept any adverse advances. I am admired, respected, & recognized for my talent, skills, abilities, style, intellect, presence & shining spirit. My sexual energy is innately powerful. I own it. I don’t have to share it just because you think I should. I don’t automatically become your whore on a stick that you can have at your disposal just cause your dick is hard & your feeling confident. Crawl back into your cave of trolls. Looking seems to have become a form of lurking… & sorry honey… but to touch is a bonified privilege that you have not earned.

For the record… ya know another privilege you did not earn? Talking dirty to me or cursing at me or telling me to shut up or demanding either my attention, answer, or compliance. I don’t owe you shit just cause you buy me a drink or pay me a compliment. Just because I may exhibit or express a beautiful, sexual, striking, attractive, alluring, strong, or lovable female presence, doesn’t give any man a right to cross boundaries. Just because a woman is comfortable with her identity, doesn’t give every Tom, Dick & Harry… a green light to drive up onto her lawn & snap a bunch of pictures. Stay in your own lane. Keep your grimy hands to yourself, your creepy comments to the bathroom wall & try your luck elsewhere, buddy.

Wash your ashtray mouth out with soap & take your beer breath to the next bar. I’m not your girl. I’m not your one. I’m not the answer to your dreams. I’m not your fantasy come true. I’m not your third-party solution to your marital problems. I’m not a swinger. I’m not a hooker. I’m not your recreational hookup. I’m not your toy. I’m not your booty call. I’m not sum floozy you can swing your limp dick at or shove your tongue into. I’m not your obsession. I’m not your drug. I’m not your dumping station, punching bag or rag doll. And I’m certainly not your therapist or sex teacher. Get over yourself. What kind of woman would I be… if I allowed any of that? I’d be a clueless asshole… just like you. Next please….

Do me a favor? Take your baggage, issues, dysfunctional emotions, clogged chakras, unresolved past relationships, fraudulent friendship, spiritual desert, anger management, contempt for women, ulterior motives & ill intentions & make like a drum & beat it. Make like a tire & hit the road. Make like a banana & split. Make like a bird & flock off. Let’s just pretend I have a giant mean ex-con bodyguard boyfriend who will wipe that dirty grin right off your filthy face… if you come any closer.

Thanks, but no thanks. I was trying to be nice. But Mr. nice guy went right out the window with the little lady who pretends like your shit is kosher, appropriate or acceptable. Next time you even remotely think… of coming at me in any kind of improper way…. think again. Because…. me & Miss Karma are sisters. We bust egos, break hearts, teach hard lessons & speak uncomfortable truths. Brutal honesty is our forte & vultures & vampires we eat for dinner. Don’t play with fire.

I am one phoenix engulfed in flames that you do not want to mess with. This bitch will poke your eyes out & pan sear your penis. To all the men out there… a word of advice: watch who u cross. You never know who you’re dealing with.

Women come from all walks of life. Many are traumatized, have P.T.S.D., have been abused; assaulted; discriminated against; used; hurt; harmed; disrespected; mistreated; manipulated; cheated on; betrayed; berated; beat; violated; abandoned; abused; oppressed; repressed; scolded; controlled; screamed at; belittled; degraded; damaged; & quite frankly… suffered at the hands of a man.

In neon big bold letters>>>>WATCH WHO YOU CROSS…. gentlemen. Cause u may cross the wrong one. And, it will not be your lucky day.

Written by: JZapparelli

Circa: Summer 2017

#JarofHearts #WordTaTheWise

 

Sweet Sorcery

“The sword of my ambition, faith, wisdom of discernment & connectedness to the greater good shall indeed, slash  intently, any threat, naysayer or obstruction in the way of my perfect destiny. I will not stop following my truth, listening to my heart, and making choices & decisions based on morals, values & my higher guidance. Comic relief is a top priority, and LOVE is the Archangel of my existence. I am indeed blessed with success!! Amen!”

 

Witch on board

I’m a Witch. A cosmic one.

“Hey slick, what part of that don’t you understand?”……..lol.

The word witch, is so poignant & compelling.

The very sound of it, is seductive.

The very vibration it carries in the air it’s hung…

The word: Witch

Lovely & free, beautiful & graced. Lighting little fires, cooking things to taste.

One who mends, blends, heals & reveals. One who glows, flows, dream weaves & feels.

One who conjures, one who sows….your deepest desires, she inherently knows.

One who grows gifts to give, shed, & share…to infuse delight into all those aware.

One who speaks truth…& whispers the little most magnificent praises.

One who draws upon love to navigate through the most difficult mazes.

She has a collection of books & an army of muses… a kaleidoscope of colors to paint however she chooses.

Witch…she is a warrior of Light.

A Queen of Fate.

A mysterious messenger of peace.

A demonstrator of beauty & kindness.

She walks off……….echoing billions of tiny feathered wings & things upon her trail.

Leaving eternal marks & white hot sparks.

She’s a smokin’ hot bitch!

She’s a Witch.

Oh look!…”There she goes…there she goes again…. racing through my brain……and I just can’t contain, this feeling that remains……”—-Sixpence none the richer


“Witch on board”

Copyright: 2014

JZapp

#Chic Power

A-Game: A Woman’s Power

I am treated fairly, judiciously & with equal countenance.

I am loved, adored, explored, admired & appreciated.

I am snuggled, touched, pet, held & hugged.

I am respected, protected, honored & recognized.

I am needed, kissed, whispered to, fed, nourished & cherished.

I am thought of, felt, kept close, included & praised.

I am important, noticed, acknowledged, listened to & heard.

I am well received, understood, accepted, welcomed, doted upon & pursued.

I am warm, beautiful, graceful, giving & kind.

I am gorgeous, sexy, seductive, pleasurable, loveable, luscious & passionate.

I am in tune with the moon, my body, my wholeness & truth.

I am receptive, intuitive, guided, grounded, connected & perfected.

My heart is open…with a spinning orbital glowing green broad spectrum of color….flowering into many innumerable sparkling brilliant green petals of light….that seem to be alive…..almost breathing….with a subtle dreamy animation….

Shhhhhh…….Can you see it?

My mind is like a diamond: sharp & shiny.

A crystal clear long stretching super highway of sheer spirit force, through which Source…can send: signs & signals, messages, miracles, blessings, prayers, chants & affirmations. Creative, crafty, clever…words, rhymes, ideas & wisdom.

Casting Call!

Arrive!

All who are meant to come through…..Please do!!

Vampires, jokers, ghosts, liars, thieves, narcissists, players, unevolved, underdeveloped, insecure, dim, dark or stuck suffering souls plagued with delusion that…..do not know how to Love….

NEED NOT APPLY.

Do us all a favor….

Stay in your bull pen.

….My china shop is precious.


Enjoy your day, gorgeous Ladies!!

…And gentlemen   😉

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ox

JZapp