The Grand Play: What Act are YOU in?

GIANT Ageless Beauties List below! Stick around… (It’ll be fun!)

I know I know. Age is just a number. But what an awefully darn AWESOME number it is!! It shows strength, vigor, edurance, last-ability, character, courage, stamina, spirit!

Who doesn’t like a list of celebrities? I composed the list below of Ageless Beauties weeks ago in honor of today, but most of all… in honor of all the beautiful strong AMAZING women that INSPIRE me.

Today, in the 9th month on this 18th day, I turn 46!! Yay! Thanks in advance for all your thoughtful wishes! Blessings to all my favorite sweet friends & associates! ❤  

Getting older is a gift. A boost to new levels! It is another year under the belt, another year spent with precious loved ones. An initiation of sorts, it is an invitation to your next chapter. It is a wiser you, a more experienced you, hopefully an improved version of you. It is the closer we get not to death but to awakening fully to life! I love it. I think each year older is an accomplishment. Straight up.

I am proud of conquering another 365 days of being here on this exceptionally oddball loco-ass planet. Who isn’t? I must say, it is the most challenging, baffling, scandalous, unsettling era in all of human history. Unfortunately, God rest their souls, many folks didn’t make it through this nutzo year. No one can deny these unprecedented times. We ALL deserve a PARTY… lol.

In the sage words of our dear old friend Kermie the frog: “It’s not easy being green.” Speaking of which, guess who else is 46 years young this year? That’s right, you guessed it… none other than the darling, the ravishing, the showstopping gem… drum roll please!
Miiiiiiiizzzzzz PIGGY!

Who says aging is a downward spiral? I feel honored to be in the over 40, now over 45 club! The following fabulous AGELESS BEAUTIES are exactly why aging is so darn admirable & amazing. Who wouldn’t want to be in this club?

Shout out to all the gorgeous stunning strong women out there in my circle, generation, H.S. graduating class of ’92, & all those in my sphere of influence! A toast to our impending & (actual) Third Act! May it blow Act One & Two right out of the water…!

Buckle your seat-belt, kids… this list will sail ya right down memory lane, time sure does fly…

What ACT are YOU in??

  • Jewel, Alanis Morissette, Penélope Cruz & Hilary Swank just turned 46 too! #1974
  • I gotta mention (even though he is not a girl) Jimmy Fallen turns 46 one day after me!
  • Tiffany Haddish is 40
  • Chelsea Clinton is 40
  • Rosario Dawson is 41
  • Eve is 41
  • Fergie is 42
  • Fiona Apple Is 42
  • Kerry Washington is 43
  • Shakira is 43
  • Jada Pinkett Smith is 43
  • Naomi Campbell is 44
  • Taraji P Henson is 44
  • Nia Long is 44
  • Reese Witherspoon is 44
  • Drew Barrymore is 45
  • Charlize Theron is 45
  • Eva Longoria is 45
  • Angelina Jolie is 45
  • Tyra Banks is 46
  • Eva Mendes is 46
  • Victoria Beckam is 46
  • Amy Adams is 46
  • Lil Kim is 46
  • Kate Beckinstall is 47
  • Heidi Klum is 47
  • Gwyneth Paltrow is 47
  • Gabrielle Union is 47
  • Juliette Lewis is 47
  • Alyssa Milano is 47
  • Cameron Diaz is 48
  • Sofia Vergara is 48
  • Jennifer Garner is 48
  • Meg Ryan is 48
  • Winona Ryder is 48
  • Maya Rudolph is 48
  • Mary J Blige is 49
  • Viola Davis 49
  • Regina Hall is 49
  • Uma Therman is 50
  • Giada De Laurentiis is 50
  • Gwen Stefani is 50
  • Faith Hill is 50
  • Queen Latifah is 50
  • Mariah Carey is 50
  • Catherine Zeta Jones is 50
  • Melania Trump is 50
  • Madea is only 50!! lol
  • Jennifer Aniston is 51
  • Lucy Liu is 51
  • Jennifer Lopez is 51
  • Naomi Watts is 51
  • Lisa Loeb is 52
  • Debra Messing is 52
  • Kylie Minogue is 52
  • Lisa Bonet is 52
  • Shania Twain is 52
  • Celine Dion is 52
  • Sarah Mclaughlin is 52
  • Ashley Judd is 52
  • Rachael Ray is 52
  • Julia Roberts is 52
  • Sinéad O’Connor is 53
  • Nicole Kidman is 53
  • Halle Berry is 54
  • Salma Hayek is 54
  • Janet Jackson is 54
  • Björk is 54
  • Paula Abdul is 55
  • Marisa Tomei is 55
  • Elizabeth Hurley is 55
  • Diane Lane is 55
  • Sheryl Crow is 55
  • Sarah Jessica Parker is 55.
  • Brooke Shields is 55
  • Hoda Kotb is 56
  • Sandra Bullock is 56
  • Vivica Fox is 56
  • Natalie Merchant is 56
  • Michelle Obama is 56
  • Sandra Bullock is 56
  • Jodie Foster is 57
  • Vanessa Williams is 57
  • Demi Moore is 57
  • Tori Amos is 57
  • Meg Ryan is 58
  • Joan Osborne is 58
  • Sheryl Crow is 58
  • Enya is 59
  • Robin Roberts is 59
  • Julia Louis-Dreyfus is 59
  • Melissa Etheridge is 59
  • Jamie Lee Curtis is 61
  • Sade is 61
  • Joan Jett is 61
  • Suzanne Vega is 61
  • Susanna Hoffs is 61
  • Madonna is 62
  • Michelle Pfeiffer is 62
  • Sharon Stone is 62
  • Vanna White is 63
  • Gloria Estefan is 63
  • Melanie Griffith is 63
  • Siouxsie Sioux is 63
  • Kim Kittrell is 64
  • Andie MacDowell is 64
  • Whoopi Goldberg is 64
  • Annie Lennox is 65
  • Christie Brinkley is 66
  • Oprah Winfrey is 66
  • Robin McGraw is 66
  • Kathy Lee Gifford is 67
  • Cyndi Lauper is 67
  • Chaka Khan is 67
  • Pat Benatar is 67
  • Kirsty Alley is 69
  • Sigourney Weaver is 70
  • Bonnie Raitt is 70
  • Cher is 71
  • Shelly Long is 71
  • Meryl Streep is 71
  • Hilary Clinton is 72
  • Stevie Nicks is 72
  • Susanne Sommers is 73
  • Susan Sarandon is 73
  • Dolly Parton is 74
  • Bette Midler is 74
  • Carly Simon is 75
  • Gladys Knight is 76
  • Diana Ross is 76
  • Joni Michell is 76
  • Carole King is 78
  • Joan Baez is 79
  • Tina Turner is EIGHTY!!
  • Grace Slick is 80
  • Judy Collins is 81
  • Jane Fonda is 82!!!
  • Thee Mizz Betty White is 98!!!!

Well if that list isn’t packed with a punch, I don’t know what is!!

What Act of Life are you in?

First Act: in drama the first act is used to establish the dramatic situation and introduce the main characters. At the end of the first act, a provocative incident complicates the story and moves the screenplay into the second act.

  • This is childhood through young adulthood, when we set the stage for our lives, choose our career path and relationships.

Second Act: the second act, commonly described as “rising action,” typically depicts the protagonist attempting to solve the problems caused by the provocative incident. The climax, which ends the second act, is the scene or sequence in which the main tension and dramatic questions of the story are brought to their most intense point.

  • This is the era from 35 or so to the 50’s, what has been typically recognized as midlife.

Third Act: the third act features the resolution of the story and its subplots. This is the time in which life’s loose ends, unresolved plotlines, & the denouement of life becomes apparent.

  • This is the era from age 50 onward.

Denouement de·noue·ment

/ˌdāno͞oˈmäN/

noun

the final part of a play, movie, or narrative in which the strands of the plot are woven together and matters are explained or resolved.

Love, Light & Blessings! To whichever beautiful ACT you’re in!


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Who She Is: a little background

About the Author

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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Ode to an Asshole: a soliloquy

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Isn’t it a funny thing how the word asshole doesn’t discriminate? Anyone can be one.

Ode to an Asshole: (poem by Me)

Well send me to school without a lunch, there, lean mean Bo bean Bart…. I’m just an innocent bystander not a board for your dart. Holy mosquita, Rita! What’s in this puddin’ that’s so sour? I’m beginning to leak out my positivity, sanity & power. My brain feels like it might-a fell out around the last bend. I almost forgot how engagement with stupidity, is just a means to an end.

Fetch my scuba gear, Cap-in, cause I’m goin’ in deep. No egocentric bobble head is gonna pounce on my camp & steal my beer while I sleep. Terrorize some other unsuspecting target, ya ratchet piece of shit pie fuck, my time is a precious realm of relevant things, not good vibes you can squelch, snarl at & suck.

Keep your succubus blames & trivial oligarchy to yourself, ya jibber jabber in the corner Chris. You’re cramping my style, fudging my flow & patronizing my bountiful bliss. I suggest ya quell your unearthed issues, petty gossip drama & senseless bullshit… sweetheart honey. Or I reckon the hater hazmat team will toss your car & crib like your hidin’ their diamonds & money.

Hey there soul crushin’ Kyle, your tactics are way out of style. Get back in your cave if you forget how to behave. Get back on your square if you don’t know how to care. Stay in your lane, if your bitch ass can only complain. I’m not a bean bag that you think you can toss. Make one more fool hardy move & it’ll be your big bad hairy loss… there boss.

Threaten me again, & I will call my friends, the fuzz. They’ll knock your pie in the sky claims… clean into tomorrow, Cuz. Karma’s a bitch, she’s got a shit list yay thick & you’re on it in several places, son. Cause you’ve taken my kindness for weakness, & I sure ain’t in holy hot hell or high water …… the one.

Copyright 2017 JZapp

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Jar of Hearts: don’t get caught in one

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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 somthin’ 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 someone 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 bonafide 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 some 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 

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A Story About Jack: ode to no strings

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I had a friend once, he lived in a beautiful loft-like high-rise condo up 15 stories or so… right smack front & center of the beach. Beachfront as they say. Myrtle Beach to be exact. “Dirty Myrtle” as they call it. The gritty Southern twang version of a “what stays in Vegas” underbelly. Myrtle Beach: the Jersey Shore of the South… lol.

3 whole Bike Weeks, an Inlet Coast that stays speckled with local live music venues & Sunday Funday is always spilling well over into the weekdays. Jet skis & jello shots, party boats & casino floats, clambakes & bonfires, DJ’s & dancefloors, fireworks & hot tubs, water slides & wet tee shirt contests… light that underbelly right up in flames. Not to mention the neon girls wearing thong bikini’s strollin’ the strip, flyin’ by on skateboards jiggle jagglin’ what the good Lord gave ’em. It all makes for some saucy people watching. Yessiree-bob…

Anyway, back to my friend’s beachfront condo… the heavy sliding glass hurricane-proof doors opened out to a balcony overlooking the sea…

The ocean waves crashed practically right down below us, depending on the swell. At night the moonlight was strewn across the ocean waves like a sea of sparkles right in clear view from the kitchen bar stools. He had wicker everywhere, only Pepsi, beer, butter & eggs in his fridge, Stoli Vanilla in the freezer next to sum frozen hot dogs & a cabinet full of Ramen noodles n dog food. He had all kinds of signs hung about, like “kiss me I’m Irish” & “Life is better at the beach”  & also probably upwards of 12 or 20 others, it was quite the collection.

He had a big ole white shag soft & fluffy throw rug by the sliding glass door that one could easily find very inviting. Then for the stoners & stragglers, there was the super comfy crash couch across from the vintage wooden cabinet jukebox that played retro fuzzy recordings of Bob Seger & Foreigner tunes.

I can still hear the waves crashing. It was the background music to life there. All day every day, you had a front row seat to Mother Nature’s bountiful display of Ohm ness… wasn’t I a lucky girl!

We lived together for a brief window of time. He was a good friend. One could say, I crashed at the crib for a bit, when I needed repose. He was my Angel then.

I stayed in the back room with the bunk beds, cause the master had the master. We were buds. And, I was blessed more than ever indeed, to be waking up every morning, to the cool breeze of the blue beach & the shiny sunshine bouncing off waves. Free of charge I might add, with my own key chain & only two daily chores: 1.) walk Rocky the dog. 2.) honor the OCD… lol.

Every morning I would skip down to the breakfast cafe, hop on deck with beachfront benches for some eggs & OJ, the sunrise & slow-motion Reggae. The scent of hot fresh coffee tangled so perfectly with the cool morning salt breeze, it was the sweetest nectar. After only just a few moments of staring out into the deep blue distance, I’d get the Pool-Jones. I would then pounce from the palm tree lined oasis to the pool patio where the 8 foot deep dive down into the gorgeous salt water pool was salacious. Such a sexy sidekick to the sandy dunes it sat right within.

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Yep, that’s right… the condo stood 15 stories up into the sky blue. 15 feet out was the ocean blue. Then 15 stories down was the saltwater pool blue. The perfect place to live. The seagulls were happy. So was I.

I stayed in bikini bottoms. Underwear wasn’t even in my vocab that summer. Tan lines shmanlines... topless it was, if I could help it! I was water-ready at all times & aqua bound most days & most nites even. It was great. Night swimming. Day swimming. Nite drinkin’. Day drinkin’. On a boat. In a pool. At a tiki bar. At the beach. On a balcony, deck or pier, on a towel or a dance floor. In the backseat of a car… oops, did I say that? Definitely, cruisin’ droptop style. And there sure ain’t nothin’ a little healthy Harley ride can’t fix. I hung out. Tough. It was fun. Fun in the sun!

So yea, let me tell ya the real reason I mentioned this cool venture I was blessed to partake of. It wasn’t to brag… lol. Well, maybe a little 🙂

The man I stayed with, we will call him Jack. Jack was a handsome man with a long dirty blonde ponytail, a quik wit & a dry sense of humor who wore surf tea shirts. He was smart, a business owner & kinda jaded by betrayals throughout his life. But he seemed content enough. Livin’ the dream, as they say.

Jack always told me that he didn’t want a girlfriend. He was married once & she took him for a ride, & now that he is older with a thriving little gig, Rocky the grey-bearded royal dog mut & the hottest crib ever (if ya ask me)…. who needs the stress or complication of a relationship? He would smirk & giggle.

“I do what I want, when I want, how I want, with whomever I want, & I don’t owe anyone anything other than a good time on occasion when duty calls… lol.”

“It works for me.” He used to say. “I have friends when I need em, I have the boys to help me run my business, I have a smart & beautiful daughter who is the apple of my eye…& most of all I have my best friend: Rocky the dog… a rescue &  love story like no other. Who needs a wife?”

Check it! The real ROCKY>>>

He’d say…”Companionship is great n all. Good sex is even better. Affection & tenderness is a nice treat once in a while. But this is the way I see it… remember what Charlie Sheen said?”

And I would say… “What’s that Jack?”

And he said: “Well the courts were sentencing Sheen for using a prostitute & the judge asked him why a man like him would have to pay for sex. So Sheen reportedly replied: ‘I don’t pay them for sex. I pay them to leave!‘ Brilliant, I thought. I’ll– take– that!”

Jack said, “When I wake up in the morning & she is still there… I swat down the stack on the dresser & say: thanks, hon, bye bye now!”

I personally am not a real fan of Charlie Sheen. He’s definitely not your typical role model type. I giggled, but felt offended the first time I heard Jack say that. But, then… all of a sudden, boom! It all became clear. Even sexual deviants have wisdom on occasion, I guess.

So here is what dawned on me…

Let’s revisit the subject of “Prostitution.” I would like to redefine it.

There is a brand of dudes out & about in society, that due to damage, circumstance, profession, preference, age, maturity level, or just sheer independence or choice… that prefer to not have to be engaged or interested or at least, be obligated to be engaged or interested. They might fancy a lady but do not want the bells & whistles. Thee…” wham bam thank you, ma’am, keepin it simple plain Jane Jackson for a nite will suit me just fine“… guy. Yea, that guy

When the few hours are up & the rendezvous subsides, the out of service sign flips on. Jack says: “The action of payment is essentially just like Sheen said… a payment for leaving. The boundaries of a paid timeslot allow both parties to frolic about, be themselves & not have to be concerned with catering to the other outside of it. No expectations exist other than the payment & pleasure. It removes any & all stress, tension, attachment, or tangly emotional ties from the equation.

So…what does “paid to leave” mean actually? The female is getting paid, to essentially keep her feelings at bay. Makes sense, doesn’t it? Since woman are the softer brand of human… it is important for us to know if we do indeed have to practice self-discipline in an area that has always been challenging for us. Getting “paid to leave” gives us that clarity. It makes it perfectly clear that there will be: no strings; no expectations; no emotional ties; no lingering feelings, friendships, or familiarity. It is payment for a fantasy fulfilled without further depth.

68d26d5583d32650705ada54736250c2It is a Rent-a-Lover for a day, hour, or evening & then “clock out, baby, when the gig expires”…with no questions, no lip, no back talk.  No resistance. No drama. No adversity. No disagreement. No opposition. No explanations. No guilt. No apologies. No misunderstandings. No guessing games. We have sealed the deal, & now I am paying you… TO LEAVE. And… that very payment makes it much easier for us to put the kybosh on the crackin’ of the feelings vault, for sure.

It might seem callous or abrasive, but really it’s just rather blunt, is all. It cuts out the coy, beat around the bush demeanor & lays it all right out on the table to be signed by both parties. It’s a contract. It’s a deal. It’s an agreement. It’s fair.  It’s honest, upfront & transparent. It actually makes perfect sense for both sides.

If you are a woman & you can handle the detachment within this kind of sexual connection with a man, then go for it. You may just as well be in a similar position as said gentlemen & would just as well prefer to be “paid to leave.” It is a business agreement that can indeed suit both parties equally if both candidates are on the same page with equal intentions. Furthermore, treating each other with a mutual respect goes without saying.

Neither might have time for a relationship or what not. A woman’s worth is not devalued by the act of payment. the service rendered is actually not the sex, it is the casual non-commitment that goes with it. I can see how honorable it is in a way, that a man feels like it’s only right to compensate a lady for her time & attention if he wants no further commitment past that. He is just being fair, in my book…& honest & behaving accordingly. Props, there Jack… props!

Whereas the one nite stand guy that she met at the bar the other nite who calls her only for booty calls once a week n doesn’t even buy miss thang a candybar… is totally out of line & not acknowledging a woman’s true worth at all. If you pay us to keep it simple, we will. If you do not pay us to keep it simple, we might then end up feeling used, or mistreated if you do not engage, connect or show interest in furthering the relationship. That will create unnecessary static,  conflict & all kinds of issues that can indeed be avoided. if you prefer to have FWB relations only, then compensate accordingly. FWB might not cost you a commitment but it will cost you a fee. Just sayin’…

As long as everybody sticks to the game plan, no one gets hurt. Kinda like a bank robbery. lol. Catching feelings is a no-no in the case of FWB, & should be avoided at all costs, for then the game changes significantly & unless both people start to fall in love mutually, the contract becomes null & void, due to an accidental breach. Otherwise, if they both wanna move it to the next level… FWP (friends with potential) is the next natural move.

The minute the fee is lifted, is the moment two people have decided to go from FWB to FWP. (Friends with benefits to friends with potential) Which can happen.

We are all adults here.

Ladies… some advice: If you are into the NSA (no strings attached) & FWB Sugar Baby lifestyle, it’s all good. But my advice to you, is to find a man you like. Period. Anything less, will leave you feeling subpar. Don’t ever settle.

Gentlemen… If you are going to play with a girls heart… get out of the game.

You have two choices: A.) Be an eligible bachelor who is willing to be engaged & interested with an open heart… or B.) unleash the credit cards & remain anonymously the “Sugar Daddy.” Whatever you do…do not misrepresent yourself, please.

When you approach a hot dog stand… you don’t just stand there looking stupid & expect the food truck guy to guess what you want on your dog. You tell him.

So yea… don’t expect us to guess either. Women deserve to know your intentions. We deserve to know your level of commitment. FWB or FWP. You are either available or not. Indecision is slow poison. Hidden agendas are plain unfair. And, nobody deserves to be taunted with mixed signals. Period.

Jack would say… “watch out kid, for those landmines of red flags!” He often said that I needed to go to “Red Flag School” to learn to spot them better… lol! He said he had the skill to spot red flag city from a mile away. He was a good dude, a great advice giver, & ya know, for such a detached man, he had a very warm heart. I kinda miss that guy…

Let’s mull over some definitions, shall we?

FWB> Not emotionally available

FWP> Open Heart

FWB> Expects nothing other than that each will honor the mutually beneficial agreement with respect & honesty.

FWP> Means there are two open hearts laid out on a table & to go forth & tread lightly, is an understatement. Humans are sensitive creatures & emotions don’t discriminate. Catching feelings is always a delicate subject for a woman or a man.

With that said, it’s only fair gentlemen, to be honest & upfront to any woman crossing your pleasure path. Dig?

Must I repeat that? Cause it’s very simple. It is either black or it’s white in this case. Greyscale leaves too much static & fuzz on the screen of the imagination & leads to wasted time & heartache.

So… state your case. Behave accordingly. We are not a revolving door you can keep walking through over & over again. We are your walkway to satisfaction, freedom & fun, if you know how to communicate like a grown man.

Who likes to watch a black & white Tv with crummy reception? I myself prefer an HD flatscreen. So can you do a lady the service… of wheelin’ in the flatscreen por favor…? It’s a no-brainer really. See for yourself>>

You either take me out & show me a good time, pay my way, my bills, or drop a stack of Bens in my purse pocket…many-100-bills-bundle_77cd5d9b9ae7847a

OR> you choose to meet me halfway with availability, openness, care, consideration, interest, engagement, intimacy & true friendship… & your wallet too, I might add, for all the fun adventures we will end up having together…stock-vector-valentine-s-day-two-people-in-love-holding-hands-cartoon-children-s-drawing-style-series-see-more-68546989

You choose. I will respond.

But DO NOT. I repeat, do not… let us just guess which car you are driving. It’s annoying.

Round of applause for Jack & Charlie. Thanks for the insightfulness.

And thank you… J.L.C.— for being on the fence. It inspired this article.  🙂 (Don’t blush… it’s all good, honey)

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The “Grim Zapper”

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I sometimes feel threatened by the idea that certain kinds of people exist in this world who walk the Earth. I do realize that the protective power of faith and love can literally walk a man through a field of racing bullets virtually unscathed. But, that’s not always the case.

With that said, it seems we may never know quite when or how these leeches dressed as leprechauns  will cross our paths & we will have to conduct ourselves accordingly. In such an instance then, we must act to repel an obtuse demeanor or gritty vibration.

Karma has a way of being a mysterious animal & we may never know when the hands of fate are gonna reach out and twist ours by tossing an unruly irreverent character up in the mix. I guess it could be said, that it’s fun when life throws ya a lil challenge here or there. But this kind of challenge doesn’t seem fun to me. This kind of challenge spells “Danger” with a capital D. These people test all your stability, integrity, fortitude, quick-wit & strength. These persons I speak of are nothing like fun. They breed social asphyxia, stirring poison into the pot….secretly. A wolf in sheep’s clothes some say even, due to the fact that in most cases, these personalities are very skilled manipulators. I won’t glorify them much more than that.

There have been times I felt like “The Grim Zapper.” Times when I felt like I had to quick flip the dark hooded robe overhead & whip out my proverbial sharp shiny sickle made of justice to slash away the many weeds that keep attempting to block my progress or clutter my path. I’m talking about people, this time, not thoughts. These “people weeds” grow and tangle to form traps or knotty nests that can trip us up, get us stuck and essentially impede our progress. I know I am not imagining it. They definitely exist. It’s not just some big giant illusory conspiracy I just made up. Not everyone is present with good vibes & proper intentions. Acknowledging that… is warrior wisdom.

No person is “bad” really. I’m a firm believer in redemption, atonement, karmic reversal, forgiveness and change. I do think that humans just keep reincarnating over and over again upon this Earth until they begin to evolve into lighter freer creatures set apart from any and all dark forces that they may have karmically patterned themselves with throughout their time travels. Maybe once in a while there may appear to be that one soul that doesn’t seem redeemable. But I’m sure if that’s the case, hypothetically there could be some weird realm that exists where he or she is welcome to hang out in until they decide otherwise. Limbo, hell, some dark devilish painful torture chamber underground burning in fire for all eternity made of fallen angels, forsaken sad saints and groveling doomed suffering troll souls… I doubt it. But, if such realms exist so to accommodate souls that keep choosing to use their human experience to descend deeper into darkness and serve “evil” well then, so be it. I still think there is a way out of there if one so desires at some point. “Eternal Damnation” is not something that makes sense to me if indeed all religions teach about a loving God who always forgives. At the end of the day though, “if it doesn’t apply, let it fly.” A person would have to be a serial evil doer with absolutely no remorse, to be initiated into that clan. Makin a few mistakes or even big mistakes throughout your lifetime doesn’t qualify you for “hell.” lol

Anyway, for now, let’s just say that typically, all people can be measured on an invisible scale of healthy to toxic. Depending on where a person falls on that scale, is how we are able to discern their relevance to our lives. Personally, I prefer to draw people to my life who are generally healthy, of a higher brighter vibratory frequency, and who have graduated their own life path from harsh mistakes, lurid lessons, and darker states to a freer, attuned, aligned, self-loving, self-aware, self-care mode of operation. I prefer the kind of people that generally choose to be free and whole and happy most of the time with a propensity towards tapping “Source” energy versus sapping mine. But that is surely not always the case. Ha ha ha…!

Any person who has ulterior motives does not have your best interest at heart, period. When a person or group is lurking around you that practices any form of over-indulgence, self-loathing, greed, lust, jealousy, abuse or even the most subtle cases of neediness, insecurity, fear, anger, depression or depravity…that is a sure sign of a decaying or worst yet, a rotting soul. I can smell it from a mile away, just like bad breath from a cavity or a corpse in the sun. Gross. Rotting from the inside out on some level, they will eventually burst into the flames of their unevolved irresponsible irreverent choices, their karma. Any person choosing to engage in actions or activities that feed off of outside resources such as drugs, alcohol, sex, food….or other people’s character, wealth, health or status or even worse… prey on a person’s vulnerability or weakness or belittle them…..in order to feel good, gain power, courage, control or happiness……is a vampire. An energy vampire. A psychic vampire. The book “The Celestine Prophecy” written by James Redfield, speaks about “control dramas.” Let’s pause for a moment, and listen to what the prophecy states:

“When we use a “Control Drama” to hold power over another, we absorb their energy, leading to a sense of gratification and motivation to continue the practice. We thus become ‘addicted’ to the sensation and we will get progressively more demanding and out of control in our efforts to absorb even more energy from our interactions with others

“The 4th Insight announced that eventually humans would find wholeness in a spiritual universe made of magnetic energy, an energy that can sustain us and respond to our expectations.  Yet, we would also see that because we have been disconnected from the larger source of this energy, we are left feeling weak, insecure and in need.

In the face of this shortage, we have always sought to increase our personal energy in the only manner we have fully understood: by seeking to psychologically steal it from one another. We seek to find some way to control and thus to remain on top in the encounter.  All we know is that we feel weak, insecure and lost and when we control others we feel better. What we don’t realize is that this sense of feeling better hurts the other person. It is their energy that we have stolen. Though this struggle is largely unconscious, it underlies all of the human conflicts in the world.  Most people go through their lives in a constant hunt for someone else’s energy.”

Me: With that said, these people that roam the Earth are essentially not givers, but takers. They are vultures and thieves. They steal from others what they themselves do not have, so that they can feel liberated on some level and relieved for a time by the false sense of security or satisfaction they themselves do not feel adequate enough to gain independently. Apparently, these people are unable to tap the inner resources of light and love within, for whatever reason. I say…take a yoga class or somethin’, join a prayer group, or just go soak up the sun’s energy in your backyard if that’s the only evident greater force u can relate to for Heaven’s sake.

Let the prophecy speak once more:

Spiritual consciousness is the key to ending human conflict in the world because, during each encounter, we are receiving energy from another source–a source we will eventually learn to pull from unconsciously.

Once humans understand their struggle, the insight continued, we would immediately begin to transcend this conflict. We would begin to break free from the competition over mere human energy…because we would finally be able to receive our energy from another source.

As you emerge into the Fourth Insight from the Third, you are becoming fully aware of the Universe’s ruling principle: GIVING and see it returning in your life.  Now practice giving your energy instead of taking it and see how you feel.”

Me: I surely do support “The Celestine Prophecy” and all of its valuable insights. Yes, I affirmatively agree that we must all learn to master the art of tapping “Source” energy and thus training ourselves to be givers, for it is evidently the key to eradicating “control dramas.” However, for now, sadly, we live in a modern day world of many. Those of us who have a fighting chance we must learn how to navigate these waters. “When in Rome”….as they say.

We live in a world where most people appear to be intrigued by the underbelly of society on some level, where we are captivated by violence, murder, addiction, tragedy, war, crime, conviction, persecution and prosecution. And then of course…triumph! From all these things. Everyone loves a good heroic ending…

We must recognize though, that the evils in the world really only exist and propagate due to centuries of old deep held beliefs in a “dark force” that seem to influence us all to compromise what’s good into something that’s bad. Whether that dark force really exists or not, or maybe it’s merely an illusion that we’ve created for ourselves…my thoughts are: we still have the individual right to choose for ourselves, what kind of “force” we wish to feed. It’s a very well-known concept and universally accepted truth that human beings were born with the freedom of will to choose. But unfortunately, some people choose the dark side, period. Some souls keep choosing the dark side, over and over and over again. I can’t say if they’ll ever crossover to the light side. I can’t say why some human beings that walk the Earth seem soulless even. There is an element of evil that exists within that particular populous of people that have chosen whatever it is that creates lower vibrations. Which is fine. Let them keep creating them. I am not here to save the world from monsters and minions. The design and destiny of humanity and Earth is a story told by the mysterious Universe and I can only know what I know. I am not here to figure out why toxic people exist or why certain evils still harm us and our world. But all the while, while I cannot stop people from being toxic, I can sure learn how to ward their unwelcome asses off.

The stories of good and evil and the “deadly sins” and the Ten Commandments all exist maybe just to discern things. To teach us how to recognize poisonous behaviors and know the difference between right and wrong. To give us a moral compass, ethical standard or code of proper conduct that we may measure ourselves against to gauge the quality of our individual character, keep karma in tow, and adjust any and all major or minor disparities within our families and communities. If we know what poisonous behavior looks like, maneuvers like, what it hides behind, how it tries to fool, trick or deceive us… we will recognize it and have the ability to dodge it before it can harm us. Awareness of what to notice, see, or spot… even lurking in cloudy waters, is a very useful weapon against any and all “evils.” And I think that it’s probably a really good idea for us all to get some: Awareness. #WarriorWisdom

There is a distinct difference between awareness and fear. Don’t get having awareness confused with paranoia or fear, these are two very different states indeed. Armed with awareness, we can catch predators in their tracks based on noticing and sensing and intuitively knowing, and then choosing to deter them from us or simply choosing to walk or run in the opposite direction. Might I add, facing them if necessary isn’t such a bad idea either. I can’t be sure if “killing with kindness” ever hurt anyone…..but, love sure does conquer all, in theory. Kindness carries with it light and love, and therefore, any dark force will be inclined to hide or cower in the face of it’s sunny goodness. Melt in the daylight. You know….like a vampire or heck, like the Wicked Witch of the West….”I’m melting! I’m melting!” lol

Power and protection go hand in hand with the weapon of awareness, and using that weapon wisely shall never fail us. Fear and paranoia only cripple our ability to face difficulty or danger efficiently. In turn, we demonstrate weakness and vulnerability thereof, and a shark will sure as shit, smell blood in the water. An attack dog smells fear, just like psychic vampires sense an opportunity to feed on a weak mind or heart, or anyone with their guard down, for that matter.

Sounds all dark and even morbid at times, but the subject matter is so very relevant. The fact that un-evolved, toxic, slightly out of tune or very unbalanced, unhealthy, and even “evil” people exist in the world is irrefutable. They could live right next door, down the street, even at your school or workplace. Good people like you and me cannot go on about our merry way through life thinking that everyone is good in the world just like us. It is simply not true. Turn on the news. Read the papers. Check the sex offender registry for your 10-mile radius. Prisons are overcrowded and heaping with tribes, cults and gangs of assassins and scam artists. People hurt and harm other people every day in the world. Sometimes even in your backyard. Control dramas are still so very much alive in circa 2016, and so are the droves of energy vampires. It is man’s karmic wheel spinning. It is what it is.

I am not stating all this to make anyone sad, depressed, scared or negative…I am simply stating all this to let you know that I think it is important information to have. We can’t very well walk around in some kind of la-la land, thinking that we are just not gonna be subject to our enemies once in a while, if not daily, on some level or in some way, shape or form. By enemies, I mean anyone not on our team. The team of light travellers, the “good ones” or good human beings. Those of us who are givers, those of us who are mentally, emotionally and physically healthy, spiritually aware, universally in tune to Source energy. Those of us who are plugged into the greater good. That team. Check out www.abraham-hicks.com for more about “Source energy.”

It’s kinda comparative to the two superhero clans. You are either on one side or the other. And by the way, some people don’t even know they are playing for a team. They are just either ignorant or slightly leaning in one direction or the other at times. Sometimes toxic, sometimes not, depending on what mood they are in. We have to be aware of them too. Darkness lingers in even the purest of hearts. Which is fine. We are beautifully flawed as humans. There are many people only halfway there and/or struggling to crossover, if you will. But one man’s beautiful flawedness shouldn’t become my problem, issue or harm. The art of learning how to dodge bullets is only taught by and through awareness. And awareness doesn’t discriminate. It just spots the stuff, whether it exists in an evil to the max person, or just a person having a bad day. Bullets shoot out sometimes from the most unexpected obscure places. Even the most evolved human can still drop the ball sometimes.

I’m not perfect, but I will be damned if I would choose to deliberately go into some kind of dark mode that leads me to be a predator or vampire or toxic individual that harms others. That’s simply not going to happen, if I can help it. When I make mistakes or have a negative moment or have to contend with some kind of flaw, personal issue, or inner demon….I will do my best to deal with it without infecting others. I am not gonna take out my shit on the dog, the kid or my husband. Not good. Rule #1: “evolved people” don’t do that, and if we slip and do it by accident, we practice forgiveness of ourselves and make our amends promptly. Need I say, “beautifully flawed.” No biggie.

The best advice I think that I can give to myself and others is to practice awareness via tuning the intuition and learning how to sense energy and vibration. Learning to spot control dramas, know what psychic vampires look like by learning to see beyond the veil of people’s manipulative personalities, taking the blinders off in the moment by not being distracted from the truth with prejudice or preconceived notions based on appearance. Looks can be deceiving. Assumptions never are accurate. “Assume: makes an ass out of u & me…”

Having open eyes and an open mind will allow us to see the signs, spot the red flags, and sense any and all dangers, even the slightest ones. Once we’ve spent enough time and given enough unabridged unbiased attention to all components of a person, we reach a moment when we can make a fair assessment. Then and only then, will we be able to discern where that person belongs in our life. Either in it personally or professionally on some level, close to us, standing on the edge, coming in and out for brief times, or maybe just not at all. Word ta the wise: even your best friend can betray you. Remember Judas? Hey, some animal species eat their offspring for crying out loud. “Mama! Why are you coming toward me like that?!” said baby bear. Yes, I said bear. Google it… lol. That’s some dark irony.

Sorry. So yes, always be aware. There is a fine line between trust and awareness. Love is blind? Only if you are.

Keep your glasses on no matter how flawless you may think a relationship is.

You were born into this world alone. And you will die that way as well. You alone are responsible for your happiness, peace, contentment, and wealth and heath and wholeness. Don’t let anyone hurt, harm or hinder your freedom to protect and preserve that. Not your Mom, Dad, child, lover, boss, best friend, or even the President of the United States of America. No one has the right to steal from you or manipulate your journey, under the guise of goodness, authority, senoirity or status. It’s our job to spot any and all attempts to hurt, harm or harass our lives, and protect ourselves. Awareness is our friend and should be accompanied with a sharp frequent visualization of a nice thick beam of light encircling us for protection at all times…”A circle of white light” as they say.

Namaste

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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

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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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