The past few days since my little epiphany have been strange.  Before that, there was an interesting discovery, that Hypatia, one of my favorite people, is Hannibal’s cousin.  She’s responsible for the loss of at least two of my latest kilos.  The woman doesn’t stop moving, and just about everything we do together involves walking some distance or dancing some hours.

Needless to say, Hannibal and I seem to be moving towards “on again”, but this time around, I’m keeping my inner bitch on a tight leash.  I hope things go well.  So far, he’s pretty responsive…not mangina sensitive, but not absolutely distant.  If things don’t go well, I’m not going to blame my being bored on him being a jerk of some sort.  It’s just one of those things.

In love, I’m a soldier.  I need a strict commander.  If not, I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing.


My pronouns are whatever you're comfortable with as long as you speak to me with respect. I'm an Afruikan and Iswa refugee living in Canaan. That's African American expat in Israel in Normalian. I build websites, make art, and assist people in exercising their spirituality. I'm also the king of an ile, Baalat Teva, a group of African spirituality adherents here. Feel free to contact me if you are in need of my services or just want to chat.

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