On your mark, get set - dollboss!!!

We are apparently at the age where you must take what you want - if you want it. It doesn’t have to belong to you, you didn’t have to work for it, you don’t have to be qualified or be credentialed, you don’t have to deserve it, you don’t have to study for it or work hard, you don’t have to create it, it doesn’t have to be your idea – If you want it, it is yours for the taking. Your ideas, your life, your freedom, your dignity, your respect, your heart, your truth, your friends, your lover/partner/spouse, your identity and so on can all be someone else’s in a keystroke, in an election, in a traffic stop, in an intimate moment, in a social media post, in a joke, in a misunderstood text, in an “oops”, or in a “it didn’t mean nothing, it just happened” – You – Gone. Yet there is a shimmer at the waking dawn of every day My Sweetz – You! You no longer need to be subjected to the YOU thief of the night that comes to steal, kill and destroy - You. You can choose to Rise & Sparkle every day. Choose to Smile. Choose To be You - Unapologetic!!! You too can make up your mind to be a BOSS!!!

You can choose to Rise & Sparkle every day. Choose to Smile. Choose To be You - Unapologetic!!! You too can make up your mind to be a BOSS!!!

Ladies, we no longer need to be made ashamed of who we are. You don’t have to admit the shame just yet but do understand that I understand – We fake it ‘til we make it. I didn’t care about what other people thought for years (I honestly didn’t). However, it took me to “lose” everyone that I thought I loved and cared for outside of my family to realize that I did still care. Yet in this I found that I was caring about it from people that really could give one sixteenth of a shit about me. And just this week of my 48 years I now realize - I really don’t give a flying Fuck about what other people think of me anymore. Yes, just this f’n week!!! Thus hear (wrongfully used - not corrected in edit on purpose) we are.

The Pain of the Preparation

I have always dreamt of truly connecting with other women to inspire, empower, encourage, and all that gushy girly stuff. But life started to happen and altered my perception of things - I found the likeness of menfolk. After which I started “lifing” and became too busy making other people’s happy more important than my own. At some point in my journey I started helping others fulfill their dreams or even creating dreams that they didn’t even know existed - all because my third eye saw it in them and I would spring into action for “them”. I never followed the desires of my heart or even paid any real attention to what “Me” wanted. I was sooooo damn busy showing others how to make their kites soar – I left my kite(s)/dreams in a tote buried beneath the dreams that I was creating and making happen for others (those 16th of a percent shit giver above). It is well and all Love though, seriously. What I had to embrace was – this is who I am. This is who I am destined to be, because I did it all authentically and without any expectation (although appreciation would not hurt a damn bit - Suckas). I make things happen! I am a fixer! I am a creator! I am a make shit happen for other people ‘er! That is what I do, and I thank God that I finally know and have embraced this wisdom. However, I have been bitter. I have been bothered. I have been pained, ashamed, scorned, mortified in disbelief and one serious sour puss. I was done wrong!

But it had to happen, and I am so elated that it did. But that shit sure hurt though, geeeese! I felt all those negative things and it was all misplaced energy that I had assigned to the wrong beings. It all should have been attached to me. I was hurt, angry and simply felt used. I had not accepted that I did all that I did for others because It is in my DNA, I was just being - Me. It was all preparation and honing for what and Who I am – a BOSS.

What's Meant for Bad - Turns out a Boss

God | The Universe | The Creator has carried me through some serious life struggles - as a woman, as a mother, as a friend, as a “sister”, as a wife, a lady friend, a girlfriend, hell and even an unwitting/un-knowledged side-chick - ok ok and a sidepiece with knowledge by mistake on one occasion – briefly – but for real it was not with an original intent – darn! (insert sad face here). The struggles that accompanied these “issueations” made me develop a deep loathing for women and the “mess” that we Allow ourselves to go through. I hated women, partly because I hated myself for being one – I guess. The things that we Allow to happen to us or condone its happening by lack of action, lack of self-love, self-confidence, self-esteem and plain ‘ol lack of self that “Allowed” Self to be taken from us. Yes, taken because we are and have always been the Pure Essence of Life and we have “Allowed” for life to be taken from us throughout time.

From being blamed for that damn apple biting bullshit; being institutionalized for being deemed demented cause “they” weren’t willing to understand that we had fucking cramps (dammit them shits hurt); to having to march for more rights by taking off our bra’s for our voices to be heard; to not being able to say “shit” like: fuck, damn, ass, shit, fuck shit damn fuck without being considered unladylike by the mother-fuqr that made us say fucking: shit fuck damn ass fuck shit in the first place; having to prove that we can do work outside the damn bedroom, kitchen and the damn home; having to fight to get the same currency for shit we often do better or have to do for the jokers that don’t want to give it to us and are too damn “special” to see that most of us just gone bring it back home to their dumbasses anyway; to fight for child support for children they create; to be in this current age of life and have to even have a fuck’n “Me-Too” movement; moreover, of all things to have a “mother-fuqr” not only hold but be “voted” into the highest office in this country that feels his colored uglyazz has the fuck’n right, authority, and or even appeal to meet beautiful women and feel “privileged” enough to “grab them by the pussy”. FOH!!! To that I say - ok cool! Thank You Mr. Inappropriate President, I appreciate you. I appreciate you for showing me that I can be Me – Unapologetic.

I didn’t go through all that I went through for nothing – Amen!!! All the time that people hated me, hated on me, didn’t like me, talked about me, lied on me, wished the worst for me, - it was all because of WHO I AM – ME! I am and have always been a living oxymoron and shamed for it. Nope, no more shame of Who I am. I am Me. I am a Pink-Tomboy. I am a Damsel that saves herself. I am a writer that doesn't write. I am a BIG Sexy woman. I am a single-mother. I am a divorced-wife. I am a foulmouthed-child of God, I am a Closet-Freak (can’t wait to use her). I am a selfish-giver. I am an rebel that doesn't break the law - at least not a lot. I am an educated-dummy. I am a whole lotta much of not enough. I am a "Jane" of all trades – master of none. I am a Beautiful-Mess. I am Me 100% - with a side of Myself and I. With all that said, in my survival of all the shit that I “Allowed” in my life, I know that it isn’t for me to hold on to. I am not ashamed to use – Me to better someone else. I now know I didn’t become Me for me – it is to encourage and empower other women to find their own self, courage and strength to see that they too can make it. I need to Encourage, Empower, Inspire, Strengthen, Nurture, Be Supportive and Build other women into finding who they are. That is why – Doll Boss.

On Your Mark, Get Set, Doll Boss

I created Doll Boss to be a network of women of strength that authentically desire to be real, fearless, loyal (to self-first), awesome and amazing in their own dopeness and not be afraid to do so. Women who are unafraid to keep it sassy, classy and true to who they are no matter how un-politically correct she may be. Women who knowledge the fact that they are their own definition and not defined by their experiences but are accomplished and refined in their own superiority by those experiences.

Women who embrace the truth that they are not perfect yet are the perfection of our own unique self. Women who relish in the joy that they are in command of self and joy in being such wholeheartedly. We are Leaders, Mothers, Sisters, Wives, Cousins, Aunts, Nieces – We are Women – We are Love – We are Bosses not just in title but of self, of life, of creation. We are Goal-Getters unafraid to voice who we are, unashamed of what we are – why we are – where we are. We are our own TRUTH with no Y.O.U additives.

Ladies, I declare I am no longer ashamed to spell something wrong, use the wrong word in a sentence or wrong context or ashamed to type hear instead of here or there for their - dammit it's a mistake! I can love someone that is not what society says I should Love. I can "where" what I want, when I want and how I want - like mix matched socks to the grocery store - and not have a mini anxiety attack when you drop your receipts behind me at the register. I can "where" white after Labor Day, or do a designer vomit: Adidas sweatshirt, Nike sweatpants, with Puma sneaker, or Gucci, Fendi and Prada at the same damn time if I choose . My eyebrows or eyelashes don’t have to be done if I don’t want them to be - although I want them to be and I slay with or without them. I don’t need to be a size 3 to be accepted. My flat ass is just as beautiful of an ass, as all those that are being paid for (particularly when I bend over. Yeah, I seen it - mind your damn business – but babyyyyyyy I turned my damn self on hehehehehehehe). The gap in my teeth is uniquely gorgeous. I love the hell outta a good-looking man with a beard, that smells good and that can wear the B-Gzus outta some grey sweatpants (Lawd knows I done been on the underbelly of a lilazz penis and that shit was – Love & No Hop – Grrrrrrrr!!! But like a Boss I loved all of him lil self nonetheless). I don't have to punctuate properly, even if its the proper thing to do. I am a lover of God, I do things that that book says I’m not supposed to do but dammit there ain’t no way in a hogs orangeazz if the good book is all literal – if it is - ain’t nan one of us making it past the damn gates or to the name call from Peter (wait, I think it was Peter… If it ain’t too damn bad – I ain’t going back to Sunday school). Blame it on that orange man – Fuck Dat!!! He is running this country and if he can "grab chicks by the pussy" and it be ok – Ladies I say let’s grab life by the Penis and squeeze all of its creamy goodness that belongs to us and Boss Up!!! After all Life is a Dick and then you marry a little one – that is until you figure out who you are, claim You – Divorce hisazz and live a Big Dick loving life with BIG DICK ENERGY - then become a Doll Boss.