Friday, August 30, 2013

Kickstarter For Writers?!?


I want to quit my job and write full-time without having to worry about paying bills, bills and more bills. Even though I have a nice savings account, I don't think it would be wise for me to up and quit my job. Money doesn't last forever if you don't have any coming in to replace what leaves. Plus, it is too hard to find a decent job these days. It would be a mistake for me to quit my job.

I have been working on the black lesbian love story I want to read. After months of starting, stopping, and disregarding, I have finally reached the point where I am happy with the direction of my story. It took several months for me to reach this point. I wish I could continue to write without any interruptions, but that simply is not possible. 

For weeks at a time, I have to put my story aside because I'm either consumed with bills, money, general everyday issues or I'm too tired to write. Working 40 hours a day weighs heavy on my ability to write and create. I feel fatigue after coming home from work. On top of that, I often find myself either angry or depressed upon arriving home from work (I guess this is what happens when you're on someone else's clock 8-10 hours of your day).

Yesterday, Yellow Bone suggested I look into getting a grant or starting a Kickstarter campaign to cover my living expenses for a year while I write my novel. I quickly dismissed the grant idea because I have already looked into it. Getting a grant is NOT easy. It is not a short process. It is NOT a process that favors a black lesbian woman period (I'm being honest).

I have never thought about using Kickstarter to "Kickstart" my novel or writing career. Whenever I think about Kickstarter for some reason an image of a poverty stricken indie filmmaker comes to mind...not a writer. I have always associated Kickstarter with struggling filmmakers and those who engage in digital media. So, Yellow Bone's suggestion that I use Kickstarter to finance my life while I finish my novel gave me pause. 

Begging for money doesn't seem quite right to mem and unfortunately, that's another image I have associated with Kickstarter. I am not sure if I would feel comfortable putting myself out there and begging for money. I don't knock anyone who has done it, but I'm not sure if it is a route I'm willing to take. 

I'm not even sure what it takes to run a successful Kickstarter campaign. What if I put myself out there only to have my project ignored? I can't imagine people would donate to a woman who is looking to use their money to cover her living expenses (and possibly the publishing of the novel) while she finishes her novel.

People might look at my Kickstarter campaign and think, "Who the hell does this woman think she is? She better get her ass up and work like the rest of us."

So, I guess I will continue to hack away at my novel when my mind is right and I have free time on my hands.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Stop Miley Miley Stop!!!


Just when I thought White Americans couldn't get any lower Miley Cyrus and her flat ass booty proves me wrong...

Like many of you, I tuned in to the black culture reappropriation awards also known as the 2013 MTV Music Awards. For three straight hours I watched as White Americans reappropriated black culture and gave themselves awards for doing so! Mind you, this happened while they completely disregarded African Americans on the award show with the exception of a few tokens. If you don't know how I feel about White Americans and their thieving ways click this link.

No doubt the highlight of White America's efforts to reappropriate black culture came in the form of Miley Cyrus, who is guilty of giving the worse performance in the award show's history. If you haven't seen the bullshit please browse the internet. This chick's performance had me looking like...

What the hell is this???

Miley Cyrus (and several others) is clearly going through an identity crisis. I don't know when it became fashionable for rich, spoiled, white people to reapproriate the most ratchet aspects of black culture. There is nothing flattering about them doing it because it comes across as patronizing (probably because they, White Americans, criticize black culture before stealing it) and it almost feels like they are making a mockery of ratchet culture (as funny as that sounds).

Maybe I'm getting old, but when the hell did flat ass white girls start TRYING to twerk? Who the hell told Miley Cyrus she could get away with doing it...without the ass???


Notice the difference between Miley and the black women. The black women in the gif have ass and thighs. They are jiggling in all the right places. Miley Cyrus just looks out of place and lost. You cannot shake what you don't have.

One good thing has come from this sorry ass performance: comedy.

Look at some of these pictures I found on the internet. People are going in on Miley Cyrus and her performance/non-existent ass...

LOL...she does kinda look like him!!!



LMAO...tell me this raw chicken ass doesn't look like Miley's ass!!!

Anyway, Billy Ray needs to come get his daughter! This shit is ridiculous.

Friday, August 23, 2013

I Need To Get Away...


I need a vacation...seriously!

Can one of y'all invite me to your home so I can rest my head on your breast? 

Wait...I have a girlfriend. The breast thing won't fly. But y'all can still invite me over. 

I need to get away!

Thursday, August 22, 2013

I Have No Love For These People (A Rant)


There is a certain group of black people that I HATE. There is no other way to say it. I have absolutely no love in my heart for this group of black folks. Some of you may be thinking, What the hell? How can you be gay, black, a woman and hate another group?

I'm human and I'm flawed. I admit I have some deep issues.

I've felt this way for years, but like so many others in the black community I keep quiet about it. Why? Because for decades we've been told, It's the white man's fault...  Don't blame the victim... It's not their fault they've succumb to the pitfalls of ignorance. Blame racism, inequality, oppression, and white supremacy.

For decades we (those of us who are tired of this subset of black people) have been forced to turn a blind eye out of some type of misguided ideology of racial unity. We've been told the problem is the white man. We've been told the problem is racism, inequality, white oppression, white supremacy, etc. While we acknowledge those things are issues, we also know those things cannot be solely blamed for the nonsense going on with this lot of black people. I'm tried of this crap. I'm sick of hearing this crap. I have some shit to say and I don't care if some of you find your feelings hurt...

I'm sick and tired of the ghetto black people who have completely taken over the black community. Everything this toxic group of motherfuckers touch turns to poison. I don't care if it's music, schools or neighborhoods. When they invade, things go to hell quickly! And guess who gets to suffer with them? Those of us with our heads on straight. Why? Because we're too black to assimilate into white communities, and no matter what we CANNOT fully escape the trappings of the black community. No matter where we go, or what we do, "they" follow us.

I see alot of bullshit here in Atlanta. Things have gone from bad to hopeless and it's because this group of folks won't stop breeding! The ghetto niggas and hoodrats are the MAIN black people popping out babies. And it scares the hell out of me that women like the one in the picture are raising the next generation. 

Black sociologist continue to blame racism, inequality, and poverty for the nonsense going on with this subset, but as someone who grew up poor, I call bullshit. Poverty NEVER stopped me from dreaming, believing and achieving. It didn't stop me from TRYING. It didn't stop me from pursuing an education. In fact, poverty MOTIVATED me to achieve my goals. The poor people I grew up with (and most of those in my family) did NOT act/carry themselves like the hoodrats and thugs out here today. We were poor, but we had pride in our appearance and education.

I worry about the future and what it will mean for my children. I want to buy a house, but I worry about bad elements moving into the community and fucking it up. I want to send my children to good schools, but I worry about sending them to area public schools. I want my children to marry other black people, but I worry they might come home and say some shit like, Mama, I'm not attracted to members of my race.

Some of you might be reading this and thinking, Oh damn, she has finally lost her mind, but be honest with yourselves. Can you honestly say the black community is better off today than it was decades ago? At some point something went terribly wrong. 

I'm just honest enough to admit I don't want to be around certain members of the black race. I don't want anything to do with them. I have no love or respect for them. No amount of shaming is going to change my mind.

Ideally, people like me should join together and separate ourselves from the ghetto people in the black community. However, we cannot do that because at some point our nice, quiet, predominately black middle class communities are completely invaded by thugs and hoodrats. Our children's schools are invaded by the offspring of these people. And once they invade they bring their entire hood with them. 

I would like to live in a quiet black middle class community, but those communities don't sustain themselves  over time. Eventually, black middle class families find themselves leaving their communities in droves just like the whites who lived there before them. It's a sad situation.

There are 5 stages of grief...
  1. Denial
  2. Anger
  3. Bargaining 
  4. Depression
  5. Acceptance
As of this post, I have reached stage 5. 

Monday, August 19, 2013

Sad As Hell Over Chocolate...


I'm sad as hell right now.

I finally got around to telling Chocolate that Yellow Bone and I are on again. She didn't take it well. In fact, she began to cry. 

I feel bad because it's clear that Chocolate was into me and I grew to care for her too. I hoped we could be friends, but I don't think that's possible. I hurt her and she doesn't want anything to do with me. 

It's going to be hard because we work together. We are bound to encounter each other at some point. Hopefully we won't let our personal feelings interfere with our professional relationship.

Sigh...

Friday, August 16, 2013

My Favorite Song & Yellow Bone


Yellow Bone just left my apartment. 

My poor baby is stressed out over changes happening at her job. When she came over today she looked upset and disheveled. I was drafting my business plan for my t-shirt venture and blasting my MP3 player when she came over.

After seeing how upset she was I flipped to my favorite song, You Are Everything by The Stylistics...


and I pulled Yellow Bone into my arms. 

She wrapped her arms around my neck and I slid my arms around her waist. She began to weep on my shoulder as we moved slowly to the sound of the music. 

Me (softly): It's okay baby...everything is going to be alright. 

The song repeated itself. I continued to hold her close, which is what she needed.

It was a soft and sweet moment for us.

Today, You Are Everything officially became our song.

I'm Getting The Hell Out Of The Rat Race!


I'm getting out of the rat race...by any means necessary!

Now that I have some money in the bank I'm dedicated to creating a business. Business ownership is the ONLY way anyone in this world is going to make it out of the day-to-day grind of punching a clock for someone else (also known as the rat race). This has become MORE evident to me after working at the bank. 

Since starting my position at the bank I've noticed one thing: Most people who have money in the bank are business owners and medical professionals! Most of those people are white. Most of those people are male. Most of those people own small businesses and their accounts have a balance between 10k-150k. Very few black men and black women who I encounter have business accounts. Those who do have business accounts have a balance less than 5k. This shit makes me sick! 

I'm determined to build a successful business that I enjoy. 

Recently, my friend suggested I jump into the t-shirt business. At first I was like, "Naw...I don't know about that one." However, now that I've done my research I think the t-shirt business would be perfect for me. Why? Let me count the ways...
  1. It doesn't take much money to get into the business.
  2. I can manage the business completely on my own (accounting, production etc). I might have to hire a graphic designer, but everything else is on me.
  3. I can run the business in my apartment. 
  4. I'm a writer. I can easily come up with slogans for my t-shirts.
  5. I have great style. 
  6. I can talk black people here in Atlanta (and those back home) into giving me their business (I'm talking about churches, schools, sports teams etc).
  7. There is a whole community of people (black lesbians) who have been ignored by the t-shirt market.
  8. This list could go on and on.
When do I plan to start this business? Hopefully next month. I'm still getting my paperwork together.

I'm pretty sure this business will be a hit. All I have to do is put my personality on t-shirts. Some of you think I'm funny. Well, hopefully that will result in sales from my t-shirts. 

My very first t-shirt will be geared toward lesbians. I think you will like it because it reeks of my personality and humor! 

In the coming weeks I will post more information about my business. So, stay tuned.

Monday, August 12, 2013

The Black Lesbian's Guide To Meeting Women & Getting Laid!!!


Now that I'm over my depression, it's back to the grind.

Several of you requested that I write a post about how to meet women. I'm not sure why some of you think I'm an expert on this topic. I can count the number of women I've pursued on one hand. I am NOT a pursuer. While you may not believe this, I'm very much an introvert. It takes a lot for me to leave my comfort zone and pursue a woman who I find attractive. I'm typically the individual being pursued. 

Like many of you, I fear being shot down. Rejection is a HARD pill to swallow. It has the ability to fuck up your confidence. Once you hit a brick wall two or three times with women it can be discouraging. However, on the flip side, once you hit it off with a woman your confidence will skyrocket.

I don't know if it has anything to do with the way I look or what, but every major girlfriend I've had pursued me...not the other way around! When it comes to women I have the following going for me: 
  1. I'm good-looking.
  2. I'm an affectionate and passionate  lover.
  3. I have charisma and I'm funny.
  4. I have a good head on my shoulders.
  5. Under normal circumstances, I'm a loyal and devoted partner.
That's me!

There are some women reading this, who probably have some things they need to work on before trying to attract a mate. If your gut is leaning, and your titties sag, you need to take care of those things before trying to attract a mate. If your teeth are fucked up, and your edges are gone, you need to fix that shit before trying to attract a mate!

I know this might sound superficial, but your physical appearance matters. Your physical appearance will be the FIRST thing that she notice. Without some visible swag you're probably going to be lonely as hell...unless you're trying to attract someone in the same swagless boat as you. 

For the purpose of this blog, I can only talk about what works for ME once she has given me a sign that she might be gay and interested in me.  

First, let's start with the signs that a woman might be gay...

Signs That A Woman (specifically a black woman) Is Gay
  1. She's a stud. This is pretty damn obvious. If you see a chick, who looks and dresses like a man, she is probably gay. (Don't hate me for being honest). 
  2. You catch her giving YOU looks that women...straight women...don't usually give to other women. Women tell me I talk with my eyes and my facial expressions. While I won't pursue a woman, I will look her up and down in a sexual way. And I don't try to hide it. I've given the damn you look good look and I've received it as well. 
  3. She flirts with you, but she might pretend that she's playing. More than likely she's trying to see if you will respond.
  4.  She talks about her gay and lesbian friends. Sometimes women mention their crew with emphasis on their sexual orientation just to see how you will react. 
  5. When she talks about an ex or current boo she uses words like, "my significant other" "my other half" and even "me and that individual." This is not a given, but from experience, whenever a black woman avoids saying words like, "my boyfriend" "my boo" "my husband" and "my man" chances are she's not dating a MALE.
  6. Her body language: From experience, when a chick is touching you while in the midst of conversation she's about that gay life!
  7. After getting close you never hear her talk about an ex-boyfriend, husband etc: Unless the chick is a nun, chances are she's been interested in someone at some point in her life. If you don't ever hear her bring up an ex-boyfriend or husband she is probably not about that straight life. Though, this isn't a given.
  8. She avoids you for no apparent reason. Though this is not a given, if someone was cool with you before suddenly begins avoiding and ignoring you, she's probably attracted to you. She is likely trying to hide her feelings...for whatever reason. Though her actions might be perceived as homophobic (if you're openly gay and she's not) chances are it is something much deeper.
  9. She text you randomly throughout the day, multiple times a day, just to see what you're doing.
  10. She insist that you welcome her with an embrace, and that embrace is LONGER than any embrace you receive from a straight woman.
Next...

How To Reel Her In Once You Are "Talking" or Getting To Know Each Other
  1. Send her flowers, cards and candy. Women eat this shit up. Chocolate covered strawberries are a hit for me! This is how it works: First thing, send her the chocolate covered strawberries with a card that reads something like A tasty treat for someone sweet! Next thing, she will probably call you to thank you. At that point say something like, "You deserve it boo...you're worth the world!"
  2. When you two talk on the phone late at night play some music in the background. Black women, regardless of age, love some old school R&B. Put on some Marvin Gaye, Teddy Pendergrass, and Jodeci while you're talking to her. I bet she will comment on the music in a favorable way.
  3. When you're around her wear some seductive perfume. If she likes it she will be on you like bees on honey! Take that opportunity to pull her close and wrap your arms around her. If she's feeling you, she won't pull away. 
  4. Make your dates special. Dinner and a movie goes a long way, but switch it up sometimes. Surprise her! Take her to a planetarium. Pull her close as you gaze at the stars!
  5. Impress her with your intelligence. If she has something going for herself she will admire and respect your brain. 
  6. Send her text messages throughout the day that reading something like, I can't stop thinking about you. I hope you're having a good day. 
  7. When she's over at your place put on some R&B music and light some scented candles. Don't over do it. You don't want the chick to think you're trying to seduce her too early in the game. 
  8. Show her all the good aspects of your personality (don't worry...if things work out, she'll probably see the bad in due time). 
  9. If the above works as planned have the "safe sex" talk with her. Get tested together. 
  10. When you're ready to take it to the next level invest in The Rabbit (assuming she's into that type of thing) and set a romantic scene for her. She will likely respond accordingly.
If none of the above works for you, you're lame, and I can't help you! 

I can't teach you how to be charming and romantic. I can't help you with your swag. I can only tell you what works for me. Every woman is different. What works with one woman may not work with the next. You have to listen and pay attention to women. I guarantee once you get to know her, and she makes it clear that she's feeling you, the rest will come naturally! Just let it flow!

Friday, August 9, 2013

Deeply Disturbed


I just finished crying my eyes out. 

I'm so emotionally disturbed right now I might have to sedate myself to sleep tonight (something I haven't been able to do in two days). 

Why? 

I've been reading the book There Are No Children Here by Alex Kotlowitz. I came across the book on Amazon while searching for books on poverty and the black community. After reading that Oprah made a movie based on this book (one that I remember seeing years ago), I decided to purchase the book. 

It was mistake. 

I have been so disturbed by the material in this book that I forced myself to throw it away after reading about the little girl who was stabbed 48 times after watching some motherfuckers murder her family. The little girl survived. The sear brutality of the crime (along with other events) made me weep so hard. I barely made it through the day today. On my way home from work I was forced to pull over to wipe the tears from my eyes, which began to pour again, while riding down highway 285. 

I don't know why things like this bother me so much. I wish I could turn a blind eye and not give a damn. I wish I could live my life without giving a shit about poor people or members of the black community. But I can't do any of the above. 

I've decided to see a  psychologist. 

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Suggest A Topic For My Blog!


I'm opening my blog to suggestions!

I get quite a few emails from people requesting that I speak on certain topics. 

I disregard some of these emails because I've already written about those topics. So, I refer these folks to old posts.

I read some of the emails, and while I have every intention of addressing those emails, I forget about them. 

So, I'm getting organized!

I have created a two question survey in which YOU, the readers of this blog, can suggest topics. All you have to do is click on THIS LINK

Suggestions can be about anything. If you want a follow up on previous blogs, or my opinion on a topic, complete the survey. I will address each survey at my earliest convenience.

Monday, August 5, 2013

I Guess I Did Hit It & Quit It


Today I was sitting on my patio reading a book when my former property manager came creeping up behind me. For those of you who don't know, I spent an entire year trying to seduce and woo this woman. I was sending her chocolate covered strawberries. I once french kissed Yellow Bone in front of her to make her jealous. I did everything in my power to win this woman over. 

I wasn't able to have her until after she was promoted to another position outside of my apartment complex. We kicked it for a while and eventually I did gain access to her coochie. For a split second I was content. That was before I actually got to know the woman. Every ridiculous fantasy I had about "Cougar" (my nickname for her because she is old enough to be my mother) came crashing back to reality once I got to know her. 

Cougar is by no means a bad woman. However, she and I don't click. Once I finally got to know her, I found her to be controlling and needy. Even though she is old enough to be my mother, I grew to resent her for talking to me like a child. On top of that she used to blow my damn phone up! I mean text messages, voicemails...the whole nine yards! 

I only fucked Cougar once, but it must have been damn good because she used to send me some freaky ass text messages about what she wanted to do to me! Now, I like that kind of shit, but something about it coming from her turned me off.

Eventually, I began backing away and avoiding her. That didn't stop the constant text messages and voicemails. It took damn near two months for her to finally get the point. Today was the first time I've seen her since I cut her off and to say I was uncomfortable is putting it mildly. 

Me: "Uh...hi." 

Cougar: "Hello, how are you?"

Me: "I doing well and yourself?"

Cougar: "I'm good."

Awkward silence. 

Me: "What are you doing here?"

Cougar: "I'm helping out at the rent office for a few days."

Me: "Oh okay." 

More silence. 

Cougar: "So, you decided to wash your hands of me...just like that?"

Me: "It really wasn't like that" (but I immediately thought, yeah pretty much).

Cougar: "How was it then?"

Me: "Uh..."

Cougar: "Um hm...you hit it and quit it." 

Me (thinking to myself): I guess I did hit it and quit it.

Our exchange didn't last long. She had to go back to the rent office (thank God). I do feel bad for treating her this way. Maybe I could have handled this situation better.

Maybe This Is The Change I Need...


I'm stuck in rut. 

My friend Bill is trying to get me out of it. I don't know if I'm going through a mid-life crisis or what, but an invisible clock is ticking in my brain. It started ticking when I hit twenty-six, and it gets louder every year I age. I guess this is my mind's way of telling me, "Your ass is not getting any younger. You better have your fun now because your glamorous twenties are almost over." This, combined with my anxiety about aging, has prompted me to take some chances in life.

For a long time, Bill has been encouraging me to try my hand at songwriting. 

Bill: "If you can write books you should be able to write songs." 

Me: "Naw, I don't think so. 

I always backed away from the idea because...
  1. My brand of music (i.e., R&B/Soul) is no longer the rage. 
  2. I don't know anyone who can sing my brand of music. The so-called "artist" we have today suck ass and can't sing. 
  3. I don't know the first thing about songwriting (not a good excuse because I'm capable of teaching myself anything). I used to play sax, but that is the extent of my music education.
Bill: "My homeboy is a  producer. You write the lyrics and he will produce the music."

Me: "I guess I can give it a try."

So, I'm trying my hand at songwriting.

I know what I want to hear. I know what I like. I know what I don't like: the trash that is all over the radio. 

I've been told I can sweet talk the panties off a woman. Well, if that's true it should come out in my lyrics. 

I want to bring back REAL, good, solid R&B/Soul. I want this...


and this...


and this...


and this...


I think you get the picture.

Even if I were to write some great songs I would still face the issue of finding someone to sing the songs!

Back in the day black women were the MAIN consumers of R&B music, and black men were the main singers/producers of that music. Well, that is clearly not true anymore. 

Black men, these days, sound like bullshit and ain't nobody trying to hear them sing through a whole damn song...especially a ballad. When black men think of singing today, they usually mean a song full of autotune. Only one black men could get away with that and he is dead (R.I.P)...



And to be honest, I don't know too many black women, gay or straight, who are even checking for black men like that anymore. So, I don't think investing my time and money into a black male R&B artist is wise. 

Right in the middle of brainstorming this idea it dawned on me that I should find a black woman who can sing! Not just any type of black woman. I should find a GAY black woman, who can sing R&B music. She needs to be pretty and she needs be a bit of a tomboy. Visually she needs to scream GAY, but she also needs to appeal to straight women. 

I'm looking for a modern day T-Boz or Left Eye, who can sing! That chick will sell records. Not only will she sell records but she will practically have a monopoly on black lesbians. 

Be honest, most of us would kill for a sexy black lesbian R&B singer. Most of us would eat her records up if she's out here singing about love and relationships. Most of us would favorite the hell out of her youtube videos in which her love interest is a woman. Just imagine if the individual singing this song was an attractive black lesbian and it featured her and two other lesbians in a love triangle...



Women out here would eat this^^^ up like crack!

So, now I'm on a mission. 

I'm going to give the world the first black lesbian R&B superstar. I'm going to write the music I want to hear and I'm going to make a star out of somebody. Watch me do it!

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Very Interesting Videos...



I shared these videos with Yellow Bone. We both want kids. We've already began to research how we will go about having those kids. This video is very interesting and I thought it would be especially interesting for those of you who want a family.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

A Rant About Getting Older


I don't give a damn what anyone says...getting older sucks! It sucks like hell.

There are days I wake up and wish I could turn back the clock. I wish I could return to the 4 years I spent at Spelman College. Those were the best years of my life. The only responsibility I had was going to school everyday, keeping my grades up and fucking my girlfriend! That was it. That was my life as a young adult in Atlanta at Spelman College. God, I miss those days!

These days I have to worry about bills, my job, more bills, going to work everyday, keeping my temper in check, keeping my racism against white people in check, women, more bills, my grandmother, my personal demons and a list of other issues. 

This shit is stressful. 

Being an adult sucks! Some days I feel like I might go crazy. 

I need to work on getting myself wealthy because punching a clock five days a week and listening to wealthy annoying ass white people complain about bandits robbing their bank account is not the business. 

At twenty-eight years old, I have discovered why people twice my age find themselves dissatisfied with life and why that often reflects in their physical appearance. Just living day-to-day and managing everyday responsibilities is stressful. I'm saying this shit now and I don't even have any kids yet! I cannot even imagine what it is going to be like when I have children. 

I'm convinced I'm beginning to physically show signs of stress. I've been staring at my reflection in the mirror. My hair has flicks of gray. I have tiny wrinkles developing around my eyes (along with moles...which I'm actively treating). My weight has always fluctuated. It has never been anything serious, but I have noticed it's getting more difficult to maintain my ideal weight. The only thing that brings me comfort is my pap smear from hell turned out to be normal (thank God!). 

I can't do this shit anymore...this shit we call life. 

I'm not going to kill myself (I'm not talking suicide). 

I have to figure out a long term solution to personal happiness. I'm afraid I will end up like so many older black people who never quite found what makes them happy. They became complacent and settled. I need something more and I need it right now.

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This has seriously screwed up my numbers! Fifty-six of you were subscribing to my blog using Google Reader.

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