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Mar 06 2012
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Calling Ladies to Action, A National Dry Spell…

Angry Language is used in this post. HEADS UP…

Here is my thing today. I am in a slightly bad mood, and let me tell you why. I really hate politics. I try to avoid them at all costs. I do not affiliate with either side and I like to make my own views. When Georgetown Law Student Sandra Fluke went before congress to argue for birth control coverage without a co-pay and then is viciously slandered by an angry man called RUSH LIMBAUGH. I get a little agitated.

Sandra Fluke is not arguing for birth control just so women can have meaning less sex, as often as we want, when and wherever. Sandra Fluke is arguing for birth control coverage because there are many health reasons for it. Not only is birth control helpful in the baby making arena, it helps with ovarian cysts. Birth control helps regulate cycles. Birth control helps regulate heavy periods, cramps, and blood clots. This increases productivity of women in general. So one would think businesses would want to support this. There is less chance a woman getting pregnant, which equals less chance a woman needing time off, and then not having to worry about pregnancy leave. How are you missing this point?

What was the most angering for me is oral contraceptives are not like Viagra where you just pop a pill and BAM your protected. (In the case of Viagra, you pop the blue pill and BAM an erection.) Birth Control a woman takes everyday, once a day, and the same time everyday. You miss a pill and the results could end up rather surprising if you are sexually active. If you are taking it for other reasons than missing a pill is not as big of a deal. This is where the republican media are filling minds listening with wrong and invalid statements. Oral Contraceptives take time to work (up to three months), which is a process; Oral Contraceptive is not an overnight or hourly thing. There is a difference between a condom and an oral contraceptive. Again you MALE and even some FEMALE REPUBLICANS are missing the point. I am not going any farther with this, but if again you all want to go back to the 1950’s then mentally stay there, but there are no time machines to take you back. This is 2012 and we all need to start realizing the decade we live in. Leave these stupid social and religious issues out of politics. I am finished with this mentality of people thinking women who want to choose what to do with their bodies and be equal are sluts. ENOUGH already!

I am calling women to action. My inner feminist is coming out, and I really hate it when she does. All women old and young, Democrat, republican, and Independent alike go on strike and stop having sex. Just stop the sex. If we are sluts and whores and prostitutes then women just stop having sex and have it with ourselves. Start masturbating show your husbands and boyfriends if they are going to buy into this stupid rhetoric of the republican agenda, then stop sleeping with them. Stop having sex with your boyfriends, and husbands even if he agrees with you and show him what it means to actually agree with you. I am not saying stop showing him affection or loving them, do the other duties you normally do, like hugs and kisses and love. We have until November to show men we mean business to make our voices heard. Things need to start going right for WOMEN, until then men do not get anything of ours below the belt (same goes for men, we do not give them anything below the belt.) Women need to take a stand and marching in the streets is not enough anymore. Stop slapping us in the face and saying we are your equals, then secretly acting like we are not your equals when we are not around.

You men want our pussies then prove it! You men want us to play with your cocks then prove it! You want to have loving sex or crazy wild sex with us, THEN PROVE IT! Tease the living shit out of our men and show them to stop ignoring our voices, and our rights. Stop talking, men do not listen, we should know that by now. So show them women mean business. Masturbate, women pleasure thyself and show the men of this country what it means to only get the boobs and kisses and hugs. STOP ignoring us and stop calling us what you think we are. We are human and we are just as equal as you are.

I know women you will learn a lot from pleasuring yourself, and if he is a bastard and cheats on you well then he really is an ass and you have much bigger problems (at least you learned the kind of man you are married to/dating, and well you can go from there. I am sorry for such an unfortunate event.) This is a wake up call to men, and to women. We need to start doing something, and that something is keeping our LEGS SHUT! Men do not like blue balls… Some of us may get hurt but getting the right to vote was not easy either, WOMEN got hurt. Those women did it for their daughters, and the future of women. DO this for the future. Call us sluts and whores, fine we’ll show you and showing you is by doing the opposite, not being sluts and whores… A national dry spell.

Enough already, OUR BODIES, OUR CHOICES, and playing by OUR RULES!

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Feb 28 2012
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Not all men are assholes, just the assholes are…

Heads up, I used some naughty language. Don’t read it if you Don’t like naughty language. If you read it and are offended, I warned you and you saw the title. It is now your problem. Don’t bitch to me.

 

I am studying the male species more and more. I have reasons because I bag on women a lot, because I am one and I think why not have balance. Plus I hang around men a lot as well. So why not figure them out a bit more than just being able to hang around them and become bored with their norm. Why not delve into their being a bit more. I usually end up becoming bored with my male friends and go off and flirt with the first cute thing I see and end up with more numbers than all of them combined, anyways. (My figurative balls are usually bigger than their real ones.) Not that I call any of the numbers I get, I just like the sport of it all. Why go out on a Friday night if you cannot get a few numbers and act like one of the guys? Guys do this all the time, it is time women start doing it and making use of our sexuality. Getting numbers is a small step, of society telling us it is wrong, there is equality in that. Do with the numbers as you wish ladies, I prefer not to call, men do not so I will not.

 

I am finding lately my guy friends are having a hard time with their women as I have with the men in my life. One male friend has bounced from one long-term to another long-term with not much down time in between. I do not get that. There needs some healing time. Otherwise you either hate yourself or you turn into your ex. He told me he sees himself currently as a “Beta Male.” I had a hard time with the statement. I have never seen my dear friend in as a beta. His eyes are dazzling, his smile is endearing, and as far as smarts go he is incredibly intelligent. Plus overall I would give him an eight out of ten he really is handsome. So in the look department is he is not a beta. He does have some self-esteem issues which we all do, and that could be the catalyst as to why each relationship fails. It is not just him though. The first girl put the cra in CRAZY! I did not know the other only I know she dumped him. I will bet the insecurities surfaced and she bounced. His patterns are repeating themselves because he should probably be single for a while and learn about himself. Learn why he thinks he is a beta. I told him he will never live up to being perfect, but perhaps it will help him become what he wants. I know many love him. The love comes from his family and his friends. Why can’t he love himself? I got a bit harsh went into my KtBitch mode and said “go freaking work on loving you before you get what you think you want. Stupid!” We had a good laugh and I hope he listens.

 

Another friend of mine has a girl he’s been seeing for a while, but she will not commit to him. This I find very odd because it is usually vice versa. I know I will sound a bit biased here because he is my friend, and he is a great guy. Now his manners are a bit off, but that is pretty normal I am finding with most men. He is very tidy and neat, which most bachelors are NOT! So a huge plus. He is highly devoted to everything he does, so another plus. I mean his family, his friends, his job, his extra activities, and to her and it is not even in that order. This guy wants to get married and have a family, which is another rarity to me, because most guys just do it to please the woman they are with and then cheat on her. Not him. So again another win in his column. He is a bit shy, but he is smart and kind. What I do not understand the girl he is seeing gets angry when he does not answer her call RIGHT AWAY, or call her back when he doesn’t answer right away. He will even send a text saying how he is busy and call when he can. That is considerate in my book. I get that men are busy and a real man will do what he can to get back to you ASAP. He makes time for her and spends what little time he has with her or his family and even includes her in his family time. His friends have barely seen him lately, so good for his devotion. I am defending him and I do not know him on a romantic scale, but have I mentioned she will not commit. She will go out with guy friends one on one, but expect all this from him. Good for female freedom, but don’t get pissy when he doesn’t answer the phone right away. That is the rub to me.

 

I told my friend to take a break. He cannot just be her go to man when it is convenient for her and she put all these demands on him. That is not fair. Unless they she is his “fuck buddy” and then she is going to have to get over all the demands. I told him he has to step up and tell her what he wants. If she does not like it then she has to go. She is being unfair to him and you both need to talk. That one is a hard pill to swallow. He really liked her we all really liked her. I am biased though and I do not have friends who are assholes.

 

My guys are assholes, just plain assholes. They are liars or cheats. I guess that is the game though. I just stopped bothering. I could call one of the guys numbers I get at the bar, but really they are probably just like the others. They say one thing and do  another. They are busy or end up being married. I do not get it. Hey that is their shit though. They can miss out on me, plus if the Mayans said world should end this year anyways they can recall the fact as the world ends how they never got to spend that time with Kt. So really it is no bother, there is so much more to life than sitting around waiting to be lied to or ignored. I have to go for a run, a beanie to knit, and a new recipe to make. :P

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Feb 14 2012
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The Day of LOVE… Valentine’s Day

I have been a bad blogger lately. Last week was a jam-packed week of fun flying to Tampa Florida for a short visit, granted that is not an excuse. Bad KtB, BAD!!! Hey, we have our on weeks and off weeks. It all comes with the journey I call life; still I was not being much of a doer. Oops.

ANYWAYS, today is Tuesday and my usual day for a blog post, it also happens is a day most singles love to hate and all you attached people love to love. The day of love, VALENTINE’S DAY, DUN DUN DUN… So I will, like so many others will bore you with this wonderful, hated and loved day.

FIRST OFF THE BORING FACTS:

A Roman or Pagan Holiday from the dates of February 13th-15th called the Feast of Lupercalia. Roman Males would sacrifice a goat and a dog (umm gross), then whip Roman Women (who lined up for this) with the hides of the sacrificed animals. The Roman Women beliefs were it would make them fertile. There would be much drinking and celebrating. During the Feast of Lupercalia Roman Males would draw Roman Women names from a jar and go off and do what men and women did when they were nude and drunk. Sounds like the Romans knew what came before part B, part A. (HAHA!)

Emperor Claudius II in 3rd Century A.D. decided to EXECUTE two Catholic men both named VALENTINE, on you guessed it FEBRUARY 14. The Church then made them MARTYRS, like they do, hence St. Valentine Day.

In 5th Century A.D. Pope Gelasius I (Catholics do not get angry with me here, I am one of you) joined the Pagan Feast of Lupercalia and the Martyrdom of St. Valentine into the same day. Which is kind of what the Roman Catholics did best, once they took over. Combined the Pagan Rituals with the Roman Catholic Rituals to gain more followers! A good political move, the Roman Catholic Church would combine the two on the same date, and then turn the Pagan ritual into something of what most would consider less obscene. (OH History I love you so! Will you be my Valentine?)

1913 in a small town called Kansas City, Missouri and the Industrial Revolution (Hello AMERICA). A company called HALLMARK CARDS started mass-producing Valentine’s Day Cards.

Now we have Valentine’s Day. Go Hallmark go! They took a nasty Pagan holiday where men sacrificed goats and dogs, women lined up to be whipped with the hides believing it would make them fertile, and turned it into a day of corporate love to make millions and millions. Hey talk about doers!!!

There is that brief history of this day most singles hate, and lovers love. I know tonight I would love to have a romantic dinner I got all dolled up for with my hunka burning love, but alas it is not so. I do not hate this day though. I again would love to have a hunka burning love, but like I have in years past I really have not found most being worth it. So I am happy just loving myself. It took a long time to get here. It also took a long time to forget the past and stop worrying about how it will affect my future. Those past hunks hurt me, so I would put a stop to the future hunks before I could even get started. I would not even give them a chance, because I believed all future hunks will be just like the past. The men I trusted shattered it. I was so loyal to the past hunks, I was so destroyed by the past hunks, and I forgot how to love me. SO I started doing things to love me. I stared dating me. Besides how can someone else love you if you cannot love yourself? I know this story sounds familiar to others out there, we have all been there. Some still are at the point where they let the past dictate the future.

I would try to change for them. My personality my beliefs and who I am. That is not love. If those hunks could not accept me for who I am, then why was I changing for them? What on Earth was I doing? Then it all hit me. I am not bad I am great. I am loving and loyal. I am kind and I truly care. Physically I did need some help, and yes I have faults. So I changed physically and my faults, well hey, those are what makes me. Of course the faults need work, but all faults need work. I work on those everyday, I am not going to stop having flaws, because I am not a perfect person. I do not expect others being perfect either. Just like my enticing eyes, rocking body, and smile that can heal any pain you have. If I can accept other’s faults, then well accept mine. Once I started on the journey of accepting me and working on me. I gained a new outlook on life. I would still have them and everyday they would take work. At first it was hard. I wanted nothing more than perfection. Stressors and a half and I burnt out. Then I realized at times I will have it all together and others it will just be a hot mess. I also woke up and saw it, THE PAST!!! It was dirt! What comes from dirt? FLOWERS!!! Flowers are beautiful, and sometimes they have flaws. Some Flowers have missing petals and some have imperfections, some have very sharp thorns, but they are still beautiful in all cases. Some days you are the dirt and some days you are the flower. Hell even some days you are the flower with imperfections, but imperfect flowers cannot change and smell just like all the other flowers. Maybe the next time around the imperfect flower has all its petals.

As I ramble on boys and girls, my point is the past is sometimes dirt all have it, but from it comes flowers. Usually from the nastiest of dirt comes the prettiest of flowers. Remember patience when you meet people, they might still be in the dirt and need to grow a bit, but do not interfere with the growing process it is their job. Remember this metaphor yourself grow from your past, flowers grow, they do not linger. Remember it takes time and cannot happen over night, patience with yourself and to tend to yourself as well. I love Valentine’s Day. I love me though, even those times when I am back in the dirt or missing some petals, because tomorrow or next month or next year I won’t have missing petals.

 

http://www.npr.org/2011/02/14/133693152/the-dark-origins-of-valentines-day  I got all my info from here. Check it out it was a great read, and written by Arnie Seipel. Heck just go to NPR.org and read some articles! If I am wrong and you got your stuff from wikipedia then you’re cool too. Yell at me I do not care. I liked this article the most.

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Jan 19 2012
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My first do

Here is a lovely little story about how to start acting like a real human being again. I do not mean a human being who pretends being someone who has it all together. Let’s all be honest, in our twenties and early thirties we do not have much together. In fact I am willing to bet you all out there, a years salary, we will not have it together until we are about forties/fifties. (You will not win, I have seen it first hand with the people who are at least fifteen to twenty-five years older than us.)

Go ahead and get mad at me, I am right and you are wrong, but this is why: we youngins do not the have know how to interact with each other or the know how to interact with ourselves.Every tragedy we have is like the most dramatic thing and the world has ended. We are a group of humans who get caught up in little everyday woes of sadness and ignore the rest of our lives till we try to fix them. We push people away and destroy relationships. We blame others and ignore the people who are kind. We want to fix or problems and worry about how this tragedy will affect us personally in the now moment, not realizing our affect others in the now or the long-term effects it can have on us in the future. These small or large-scale tragedies can ruin the future of how to do things properly.We all have our little tragedies. Whether the tragedy is a simple one of not having the perfect hair and not finding the perfect companion to spend the rest of our lives with. To the major tragedies of losing who you are or losing something you have devoted your life to.

The idea of being someone who does starts with one person, YOU! Even if it means finding you again. This is a daunting task. I also believe from dirt comes flowers, pretty ones. I have no idea in this wide world who said that wonderful phrase, but it is true. Without dirt there are no flowers. I have crawled through a lot of dirt I have created, and crawled through some being thrown into, each pile I try to emerge a prettier flower than I was before.

I was always the over-reacher underachiever. I would go into every situation with a full barrel and dump it within the first few months. Most stuff I did would have the guns blazing, then I’m done because my clip would empty. It was like going to Lake Tahoe in the middle of winter with just a jacket and hoping to keep all my toes and fingers. When taught most of your life we can win no matter what, so do it all and you can get a prize even of you are mediocre, does not get a person very far. It is wonderful in theory, but if we are not taught to fail how can we be taught to recover? It turned into a vicious spiraling toilet, never flushing and always circling. I always thought I would get a prize even though I was being mediocre or even worse failing. I started strong, beat myself up, and then gave up to a losing battle. Asking in the end, I do all this and I get nothing. I never once realized I was to blame. I never once saw three-fourths of the way through I just give up. I took my selfish attitude and felt I need to be rewarded for just doing what I did because I deserved it. I am entitled because I was doing everything. People should just reward me because I am me, and I am at least trying.

HELLLLOOO KT, so does everyone else. You brat, so does every single person in the world, they try. You cannot build fifty Roman empires at once, you can build a house, then a farm, then a city, then…You get the idea till it becomes an empire. Then I woke up. I do not deserve anything at all because I was not doing much to get anything at all. I then asked myself why was I being this way? Why did I want to be this way? I was a 185 pound, size twelve girl, working at a mundane job, going to school to be something I was not sure I wanted being. I expected fifty roman empires, but was not even building myself to be an empress. I started becoming overwhelmed and started giving up on me.

I was avoiding the fact I could not look in the mirror at me. I was the only person to blame. I caused this, not school, not my job, and not my parents (ok maybe a little my parents, but I was just trying to rebel against the past and fight what emotional pains they had caused me, but still this is only hurting me in the end.)

Every Action is your own. I made me 185 pounds. I would blame the clothing manufactures for not making clothing to fit me. I blamed my job and school for my constant anger at life and lack of self-respect. I was so set on ignoring the obvious, I lost myself and forgot who I was. So I wanted change. I went to my friends to try to change. The support was good at first the “ok cool,” were there, but after a few weeks it turned into the “I don’t feel like working out” or “I want to see my boyfriend” and my favorite “I’m to busy.”

The realization hit, I have to do this myself. Only me. Not another soul in this world would I depend on. So I went for it myself. If you do not think you can do this alone, then you are not ready to be a doer. You have to realize there will always be friends and family around, but most of the time, you are alone. Get over it. There is nothing scary about it, once you get past the realization. They are a support system, but only you can make things right within, and do. Only you can change your issues whatever they are. I went from 185 pounds and a size 12, to 130 pounds and a size 2. I stopped eating crap, I worked out, I ate better. This was my first do, and I did it alone. I went from the heavy girl with the cute face and pretty eyes, to the woman who is just sexy and beautiful. It was not easy and I was alone but I still did it, no help from anyone. It was not an easy task, it was all up hill, but I can claim it was all me. I can also brag about it when ever I want. I did not give up. This do started me on one simple journey, it was my first accomplishment. It still continues today. What is your first do? What will your first do be?

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Jan 17 2012
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I be KtB.

I’ve decided to start telling you all how to become a generation of doing instead of a generation of “entitled.” I am here to be your life coach on what your parents, school system, and college (for those of you in it) has done to make you all into these groups of unprepared, over-egoed, and very lazy generation of what all the old people call the generation of “lost souls.”

I know because I am from this generation of “lost souls.” I also know because I am someone who can be very unprepared, over-egoed, and at times extraordinarily lazy. I thought if I did the minimal amounts of work, had a job, and just got by things would work out and my life would be easy peasy. Twenty-five was coming to a close and my dreams of a free-flowing, easy peasy lifestyle was not exactly the case. I woke up, told myself it was time to grow up because I was not accepting myself this way, nor did anyone else. It was time to drop this silly act of thinking it will always be easy, and move on to better things, I was starting to get older. When I did tell myself to grow up is when things went from crap to shit.

I realize now nothing will ever be easy, but I can learn. Hopefully I can pass on this wisdom of how not to fail on to you.

I was living in Reno when the shit hit. I was born and raised in Las Vegas, and moved to Reno for college. I am a Nevada native. The shit was I had to move back to this fair city of Las Vegas. Being born and raised in Las Vegas, (also a bar here, personally I have not had the honor of going to but I hear great things) a person realizes it is something not many can experience. It is an actual honor to say you are a Las Vegas native. I love knowing what “Real Vegas” is. I could reminisce about it, but we are not at a bar, there is no piano playing, and well you’re not a bartender. Plus hearing people’s memories, unless closely related to you is just plain boring. Anyways, the shit hit because I had a life in Reno. I had friends whom I loved. I had a best friend, and a boy I was falling for. I loved the weather, it was not 112 in the summer and there are seasons. I was hooked on the constant “why is Northern Nevada better than Southern Nevada debate,” because I lived in both places.

Las Vegas really had nothing for me. I did not have a best friend there. I did not have a boy I was falling for. I hate the weather. I also just was not wanting to be in a place to me was not “my style.” Note: I had just turned twenty-six, I had no freaking clue what in the blue sky “my style” was.

Ok so young ego aside, Vegas made me realize this is the place of doers, and the only way to make is to well, do. This goes for anywhere of course, it all comes down to the person, but generally Vegas is a historical hubbub of people who all did. The whole Las Vegas Strip is built on doing. Fremont Street fell to ruins and now it is an experience of flashing lights, old casinos, and flat-out fun! Plus where else can a person go to experience old Vegas, Fremont is like the Disneyland of the Strip, because now there is even a Zip Line. Las Vegas all came about because of people who do.

The only way to become inspired is to surround yourself with people who do. When I moved back to Las Vegas I may have seen the move as going from “crap to shit,” but I am one of the lucky ones. I was born and raised here. Not only was I born and raised here, I was born and raised in a city of people who do. It is everywhere I go, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Every gas station and bar shows a constant reminder of how people wake up everyday and just do. Hopefully my message will coach you on how to become a person who does, even if it is in the smallest everyday task. Hopefully this generation of “lost souls” can break away from looking perfect on paper and showing our bosses we just sit on Facebook all day, to a generation of people who actually can do more than what our resumes say. Hopefully I can help, because what else is there to do?

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