Love Letter Confessions

Tho this was recorded some time agoI'm deciding to post it just in timeBecause better nowThan neverFor lateness is only shameDefined as such by someone else'sPrivilege to not give a fuck about usFor we are evolvingAnd the time is nowThat's not to sayThat we're ready to slay like BeyonceBut also ...Hear me out...maybe we areReady to do it our way...Like for exampleWe coulda edited thisBut that would take awayFrom the story that's meant to be toldFor how else are we supposed to writeThe autobiographical graphic novelIf we don't live the storyWe were meant to tell...-----------------If any of you lot who listenin would like to support what- and wherever the fauck this is heading...our CashApp is $lovelttrconfessions. Thank you for supporting our journey for continued growth and peace...even though we coulda landed this pitch a lil more kindly...thank you for accepting our choice not to...and know it's not you...just being vulnerable to the world makes our soul itch...because when the fuck are we ever not...But as we were saying...we'd appreciate if you would listen, like, subscribe, and share...Doing so could help us find our people...purpose...and maybe come out thru the fire in the end...Cos we could be heroes...forever and ever...just for one day...But seriously...who wants to collab on music and or writing? Who wants to partner and barter and create magical chaos...it really is time. Ask your friends...ask your wife...and while you're at it...see if they know an artist who wants to illustrate my autobiographical graphic novel...because...again...it's time...and why should AI have all the fuckin fun...

This was harder to record than it was to listen back on...And despite what anybody may think of anything that happened...It needed to do so...and we need to offload it here...and on our blog... because of course we got some commentary and reflections afterwards n shit.2SumItAllUp: Life is hard right now. Judge me or don't...I'm learning not to care...because how many of you would actually be there...to help make any of this better for us...the answer is very few...because most have been trained...to hear a crazy angry Black bitch in these voices...and not a woman who's afraid...of the hand she's being forced to play...because she continues to get connected with people...who don't give a fuck enough about us...to let us make our own choices.And yeah...this may have been better as a video...or if I had at least edited it. But we're poor...and Roqie doesn't have thumbs to be our assistant...and she is no good to us when we're both spiralin...So sucking it up and asking for help...Obviously still with some resistance...but not too much to ignore the fact that we need it right now...Because everything in the world is always trying t kill us.... So if you wanna see and hear the fancy masked shit...help us out or sumthin...Or don't...and just do what you do and keep on judgin a life you could never truly understand...let alone want to...Our CashApp is $lovelettrconfessions though...in case any of yall are out the box enough to appreciate this...or at least feel it just a little...and before our inner child puts her foot in her mouth one more time tonight...We just fed her her feelings in the weight of cheese...and she's simmering down with some wine...so thanks for appreciating our antics...or tolerating them...whichever descriptor you like...depending on who you be.P.S., "Eat the stupid lamb." ~ Me...Emmie...et alP.P.S., Anybody wanna collab and create greatness together?

I don't think I've ever been able to look at most things innocently...even though people typically think I do...

Shower confessions...or just me singing in the shower...tomato tomauto...and then of course...there's trauma and generational curses...or the fear of them at least...And yeah...the audio isn't all that great...unless I'm singing out loud...But we do what we do until we can do it better...One day...we will get to treat ourselves to some higher-quality equipment...and learn to clean up our audio...But for now...we got what we got...Time to stop waiting on perfection...and just get it out......It's not like anyone is listening anyway...🫠

Is it so wrong to just wanna do this for the rest of my life...?

Jams and open mics are fun...but I also love these moments, where I am...initially anyway...just singing for one...until I go and share these moments with the likes of you...because why not...some of you may think it's cool...may even resonate with it...may even wanna collab and start doing gigs...and if that is you...I hope you send me a message...so we can make it happen...because I just wanna sing...build community...and make art.

Kind of bummed I didn't record all that I said before or after this...was very personal, tho, and named names...and that's not why we're making this shit public...besides yelling it or writing it down...But I am proud of this...all of it...and am looking forward to finally beginning to share some of the revelations from my trip here in Mazatlan...It is a lot...but it is needed...and about damn time.💩🪳🤷🏾‍♀️ 💩🗑🔥🧘🏽‍♀️🎧🎙🫶🏾💥

Visit my blog at www.loveletterconfessions.com to get the story on this recording...and get at me if you ever wanna perform gigs or jam together...it's time...seriously is time...and I'm done waitin for all the stars to align...for me to fulfill my destiny.

Just a little something I had to get out...think of it what you will...I said what I said.

This current journey of event planning and attempting to dive back into being a community builder...has had me honestly in a lot of muh feelins...about some things I'm still healin from...But I think I am doing a better job...at processing it all in ways...that don't weigh me down as much as they lift me up...and don't leave me angry at the end of a TrainingDay...as much as it leaves me inspired...fulfilled...and unbothered...because I deserve a good night, too...without it always having to end with me fuckin you...or letting you fuck me...whether or not I want it really...because the goal isn't to call people out specifically...but to be able to speak about the shit they did...they do...they say...and the things they think...I don't know they think...so I can release it for me...to be free from their toxicity...whether they are conscious of it or not is none of my concern...cause if I wait on them to hold themselves accountable...life has shown me that I will never ever be free...So we're getting better at being what we need for ourselves...to be able to let it go into the ethers...in a way that can allow us to let go of the weight of the shame of it...and maybe help someone else get free in the process......Because...contrary to what they tried to always make you believe...there are others who share similar stories as you actually...You've just been trained all your life...to be too ashamed to be yourself out loud enough to find them......Because the last time we did this...we let someone get too close...and we got raped...and they called us Stupid......No...he called us Stupid...and we are a different animal now.

ASMR comes to you by Late July's sweet potato tortilla chips making my tummy happy in the wee hours of the night...as I wait for insomnia to release me so I can eventually go to sleep...right before the sun comes up...because that when our best revelations come to us...when the world is silent enough for us to hear ourselves think...

I've gone back and forth about sharing stuff like this...But I am getting tired of wearing the burden of holding all the shit in...and I'm trying to be free and learn how to release it...So if it's too much...don't listen...But I need to be free...The shit is all too heavy...And I deserve to let go of the things that I never caused and never wanted.

Maybe I'm right...maybe I'm wrong...I'm just grateful that I am finally at a place where I can hear myself think about it...

True story just now cause why not...Happy birthday to me.. to her...to us...to yall...just please stop trying to kill us...cause we gotta have our boundaries...somewhere above us being demoted to no more superior than 💩