Stirring from my cauldron – Non-Fiction

Stirring from my cauldron

Okay, I said I would answer any question. But, damn, friend, let’s focus on the Dark Lord. Yes, it can be argued he  may be involved on the periphery of the above photo sent to me which showed up in the tumblrverse and, yes, I am a southern girl … born and bred … with no regrets. But, girlfriend, my purpose for my blog and politics don’t mix. As one fellow follower of the Dark Lord shared with me online, and I am paraphrasing here: “Who comes on Tumblr for politics? It’s like talking about the damn liberals or damn conservatives at a swingers party.”

And so you know I was on the phone to Aunt Jo this morning before I began this response. Or, as she is known among the wise, wealthy and ones in “the know”  of all  colors and cultures in and around Albemarle Sound, NC as “Miss Josephine”  This is not her real name but she exists. Why did I call her? Aunt Jo has the “the gift”.  She was born with a “caul” and some say she was the 7th daughter of a 7th daughter or some similar situation which endowed her with a sort of supernatural ability and aura. One day I might just write about Aunt Jo … but like most root doctors (and she’s not my on- retainer root doctor. I describe her as a specialist … she is root doctor to the root doctors and when she works the mojo against someone, the idea is you find another root doctor to “take it off”. But when Aunt Jo waves her hanky and starts mumbling, all is lost when it comes to finding someone to “take her on” like some kind of wizard’s duel. Your best solution to solve your problem is to deal with her face to face. I will describe her but I will not discuss her, at least not  here and now.

Aunt Jo has been on this earth for a long time … really long. People in the area have said, half joking and half serious that “she has always been with us and she has always been as old then as she is now.”  By old, they mean that she is a “woman of years” who carries herself with a certain mystique and respect among both caucasian and colored, easily weaving herself thru the woof and weave of the fabric of North Carolina race relations and often called on by either the meek and the mighty for “that special help”. I would describe her as the epitome of an African queen, complete with appearance and voice.  She’s down to earth and straight up with everyone and watch out if  you alienate her personally.

I consulted Aunt Jo about the above photo and after she looked at it “close” (her words) she said that she believed the woman wearing the “that top” was “ a honey- skinned black honey sending a message by the mammary mail”. (Somewhere in the conversation the phrase “tits telegraph” came up. However, Aunt Jo said that was a poor choice of words). I gave Aunt Jo’s wisdom appropriate weight and realized the central  “truth” she was conveying. I wrote this article  She gave me her imprimatur. That’s like the Pope giving the okay or the Dark Lord approving. The Dark Lord has a vested interest in anything affecting sex and the sensual.

What we women wear always sends a message. And the “where we wear” is important.

What was the message here, if any? There are several and all merit some response but I’m not here to write a thesis nor a political piece on the place of “boobs media in politics. I’ve just realized, ladies, that we’ve been screwed again-we wear all manner of tops with the names of any number of businesses and interests. And we pay “them”?  Why can’t we sell the space to them?  Or they pay us?”

We can’t say the girl in the photo is black or white or whatever. All we see are her breasts. Her message can be that she’s from the South and proud of it … with no malice intended.

Her message could be that she wants to screw a black guy and this is the way to possibly get one riled up so she can play with his mind (we do that) as well as his cock while he’s determined to get in her pants to show her that he is just as much a southerner as she is but “don’t need that flag”.

Her message could be that she just wants to be noticed … to get attention … and boobs do get attention. To be honest,  topless women aren’t really the craze anymore unless you’ve just come of age. Of course there are men who salivate over big breasts. I don’t know why. Women I know who are amply endowed privately complain over the problems they have with finding clothing, etc, and many have had breast reduction surgery … and they aren’t ‘big women” who are strutting their stuff in the gentlemen’s clubs you find throughout the South and elsewhere. Big boobs don’t make the grade in the finer establishments in New Orleans, Mobile, Charleston and Wilmington unless you have the body to go with it. I’m reminded of Shesteala Frumya, a businesswoman “of years” who has a quaint  antique  shop in … the South … She is antique dealer to the elite and she, girlfriend, has the biggest I’ve ever seen. SHE sends a message. Despite her age, when she walks in the door Dolly Parton looks like a preteen. One of her messages is she is old school and “strictly business”. Her bra has to be made with piano wire and the elastic from Goodyear Tire and Rubber. Breast men and her late husband were and are known to “rise up and call her blessed”. She sends a message through the “mammary mail”. One of them is she has a full size Smith and Wesson 38 which she keeps close to the chest.  You can’t miss the outline of it. She’s sending a message.

And, as usual, when I see this photo online  there is money in the mix somewhere. I’m not saying that is what has happened in this situation. The girl may like the suit, like the controversy, like the attention or may be showing her own “go to hell” independence. Why not? Everyone else seems to be doing so. She may be doing it because she’s a redneck woman (and I don’t mean that negatively). Let me tell you a secret, girlfriend. There are just as many “redneck” black women and men. We all come from the South, fish, hunt, hike, eat the same food and enjoy a unique cultural attachment unique to our area of the country. I will stop there. Forgive any possible offense, None is meant.

The mammary mail will be with us as long as women have breasts … both dressed and undressed. All of us girls are part of this media. Be our boobs A cup to double the triple E cup, all of us are part of this “Western Union of sensual expression”. We women all have them. Creation’s message board. Never consider them a negative. So ladies, what’s your message? Ave Satanas.