My 1st NYC Anniversary

After 365 days in one of the greatest, craziest, most fascinating cities on Earth, my anniversary gift to myself is to once again find my voice.  This year has had its triumphs and joys as well as its crushing loses and struggles, yet compared to a year and a half ago, I am still so much happier and more content with my life, my choices, and my journey through life despite anyone's disapproval or condemnation. To put it simply...I'm feelin' good!  (God, I love Nina. No one like her!) Over the next year, I still have some steep hikes to traverse, but thankfully, I still have much to excitement to explore as well.



In the last six months, I've heard the words "I don't really know you." again and again.  I'm always a bit amused by these words as well...I've been here.  All anyone had to do was to take the time and make the effort to share in my journey for a little while.  ~shrug~ I had never worried too much about who didn't know me. Those closest to me knew me, and that's all that mattered.  However, death has shown its face time and time again in 2015, and the one thing I realize more than anything else is that once you're gone, your voice is forever silenced unless you leave something of yourself behind.  Who knows...maybe my great grandchildren will someday read my words if we don't destroy the planet for them.

My words will also hopefully silence some of the batshit crazy assumptions and lies my stalkers continue to weave together in their bizarre obsession with me.  Seriously...ya'll need to get a goddamn life as well as some serious clinical help and quit pretending you're on some strange altruistic mission to save everyone from my wickedness. lol Oh...I have some wickedness. I've never once denied THAT to anyone who was brave enough to ask. But trust me...you never enter my mind when I contemplate or participate in that kind of fun.  In fact, you are the last fucking thing on my mind.

It's at this point, that I feel I should warn any new readers out there.  If YOU (yes, YOU) voluntarily CHOOSE (as in no one forced you) to READ (an act you must choose to do) MY words, please understand a few things.

• I swear.  I don't give a fuck if you don't like it. Don't read.
• I write erotica...and not the foo-foo kind.  However, I will NOT be posting ANY of that here.  Seriously...for those idiots who have read my erotica and strangely believe that all I do is write and engage in girl porn, this should illuminate your very shallow and slow mind.  If you're looking to maintain your current narrow-minded view of me...don't read. 
• I enjoy comments, but really...this blog is more for me, my sanity, and posterity. Someday I'll join the dead.  If nothing interests you or inspires you to communicate with me...you probably shouldn't read.
• I'm a liberal. I'm happy to intellectually debate, but if you start pouting and throwing insults like Donald Trump, your words will be deleted with no apologies after I chew your ass out. The fact is...if you can't stand my viewpoint or if it makes you crazy...Don't read.
• I believe in the #BlackLivesMatter movement. I tolerate NO racism.  If you're an asshole...don't read.
• I'm really not into drama.  However, if you wanna start some, I will handle it.  Just don't be pissed off when you don't like the results.  If drama is your mission...really, find some other drama junkies and don't read.  
• My inner badass bitch will come out from time to time.  Just don't make any sudden movements, and you should be fine.  If this worries you...again, don't read.
• I won't be using anyone's real names unless someone forces my hand, and then well...all hell will break loose trust me.  You might as well keep reading at that point cuz it'll be cra-cra! ;-P

This will be about my sixth blog in the last thirteen years.  I hope this will become a second home to me as a few of my other blogs did, but we'll see.  I look forward to posting my thoughts, my NYC experiences, bits of my life, and other random weirdness that happens to come my way.  Maybe you'll get to know some real pieces of me along my journey in the beautiful, bitchy, awe-inspiring, strange New York City. ;-)
~K.

New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothin' you can't do

Now you're in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

The lights will inspire you

Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York!