#african muscle worship

[supermen-with-black-hair]

No carbon emissions from me!

(does farting count??)

୨୨୧୧୧୪

#african hero #massive pecs #black names matter #black majesty #pecs of steel #massive masculinity #power men #bulletproof pecs #afroperfection #african muscle worship #black power

[men-of-colors]

Time to...

Pink up!!

୨୩୦୯୧୪

#ibrahim dauda hassan #ghana muscle #ghana gorgeousness #macho men in pink #afropink #pink and yellow #men in pink #pink aesthetic #african muscle worship #afro superbody #men in pastel colors #african male beauty

[phallic-thighs]

If you got thighs like these, what else even matters??

#thigh worship #muscle thighs #massive thighs #massive men #thick thighs #african superbody #afrothighs #afro superbody

[emilio-the-dumb-wrestler]

So I found this new fitness supplement on the market, and all my friends have recommended it to me... the only thing putting me off is that after taking it, they've all turned into big black himbos with huge asses and tits. They're really persistent... what should I do?

Why would you be persistent ? I feel like you should take a double dose of this magical supplement. As a matter of fact, your gym bros hold you down and shown it down your throat and up your bum. Really loading you up with this changing supplement. God you’re going to be such a massive black beast. Your body begins to shake and sweat as the supplements begin to take effect. You look down and you can see your legs getting longer as hair begins to fall out all over your body and your skin begins to take on a darker appearance. One of African decent. Your muscles bulge with with power as your feet grow to mammoth proportions stopping at a size 17. Your abs but out from your stomach awhile your chest pushes out. Your arms bulk up and push out from your torso as the muscle packs on. Years and years of gym routines develop in memories in your head and you clutch your head as the pain sears through your face as you take on the facial features of a black man. Your lips get thicker and your stubble grows in. Your hairy is short and rough. Your skin darks more leaving you with an even skin tone of a black Adonis. But the second part of the supplements take effect as your be himbo nature takes effect. No longer able to wear a shirt or else it will hurt your already tender nipples that are begging to be played with. You skin so sensitive that just a breathe of air will cause you squeal in ecstasy. And you underwear that turns to a jock strap because that’s all you wear now. Even your pants are hard to keep on as they feel so uncomfortable. Your nature forces you to want to be naked at all times. To be ogled by people. To be worshiped for the big black himbo you are. So go on. Give in. Nature always wins.

[juicedmaleboobsworld]

SUPERJACKED & ENORMOUS AFRICAN MUSCLE! HE'S SO HORNY & DEMANDING WORSHIP & RAW SEX!!!

[cypriathus]

Here is the main god of the Lorvaztekiphus and the lover of Äylcephinozur!

Lorvazhektindus is the creator of the Lorvaztekiphus and he’s extremely unkind and unpleasant to all life, willfully causing immense suffering to others. He has an overarching motivation to gain power through self-assurance and taking charge, possessing a bloated sense of pride. He can be quite untrue to his fidelity and allegiance to other individuals, and he has unrivalled interpersonal manipulative skills. He’s very indifferent to morality, he lacks sincere empathy, and he has a strategic focus on self-interest. He often unjustifiably claims that he’s fully capable of possessing good qualities. Lorvazhektindus usually never shows pity and compassion, and will do absolutely anything that’s necessary to achieve his selfish desires. He has a habit of feeling resentment towards those who possess a heart of gold and seeking to harm people in return for a perceived injury. He experiences sexual arousal in response to extreme pain and humiliation of others. He usually doesn’t take responsibility for the negative consequences of his actions. He engages in excessive, pathological lying and desperately tries to gaslight people when caught doing so. He takes immense joy in fun by causing harmful pranks and telling crude jokes, and he doesn’t take things too seriously. His sexual behaviour and remarks are highly inappropriate, and he possesses a strong lustful desire. Lorvazhektindus has a selfish desire for material gain and social value, and he’s prone to becoming violent and angry when provoked. He possesses an insatiable appetite, behavioural recklessness, constant impulsivity, and overt anti-social mannerisms. The only individuals that he legitimately treats with utmost respect, kindness, and protectiveness are his beloved wife and creation.

His darkening spirit often resides in a 40 ft (1219.2 cm) diamond rhombus made from antique and oxidised brass, which is hidden deep within the basement of worship of the Nifjazroghetus palace. It has labyrinthine lines that adorn all brass panels and there is a pupiless eye of red-and-yellow jasper with greenish sclera in the middle of each one. The eyes are capable of emitting both gleaming beams of light in three different shades: white can erase memories; grey can increase an individual’s sensitivity to all types of pain; and black causes sensory overload and instant rotting. The brass panel that has three, upwards-facing horns in the curvature of an eyelid opens to reveal writhing, skinless corpses with faces of endless agony and they possess a collective consciousness. These cadavers encircle around a 17 ft (518.16 cm) crystal sphere that imitates a solar eclipse and it has a tranquil heartbeat that makes it pulsate every ten seconds.

Both of his demon and deity forms possess the same face, which has no skin, revealing crimson muscles, a lack of a nose and lips, a skeletal mouth, and deep eye sockets. When in his demon form, his name is Mephaktoszilu and he’s about 10’ 6” (320.04 cm) with ashen skin, a grotesquely muscular build, three shimmering tsavorite eyes, and black claws and talons. He has long, pointed ears and his mouth is armed with prominent, yet crooked carnivorous teeth and two tongues. Besides his head, his body is adorned with beautiful plumage and he possesses four wings, which both mimic the hues of a male black-headed Gouldian finch. His arms are like that of an African lion with six clawed, poseable fingers and his legs end in the sturdy feet of a keel-billed toucan. His tail is made up of three coconut octopus tentacles and he has thick, fluffy platinum blonde hair that reaches slightly below mid-back. He has a left gilt-brass pauldron that depicts a horned water serpent trying to devour the beaming sun. He’s wearing a long, flowy kaleidoscope jasper loincloth made from velvet and it’s tied around his hips with a flexible black cord. He also wears a pair of bronze gladiatorial sandals as well as gilt-brass armlets and bracelets that have an oval-shaped piece of agate onyx in the middle of each one.

When in his deity form, Lorvazhektindus is approximately 31 ft (944.88 cm) with the upper body of a pallid human and lower half of a sea dragon. He possesses sparkling, deathly-looking eyes of aquamarine, carnivorous teeth, and forked tongues. His human body is abnormally lanky and he has six arms as well as a back that has its skin nailed on each shoulder blade, which reveals his muscles and spinal cord. Lorvazhektindus’ sea dragon half has six heads and they have bristly scales on their eyelids and upwards-facing horns. It’s covered in waterproof plumage with a red belly, forest green heads, orange body, and yellow and brown leopard spots. It also has a pair of avian wings, eight legs, and a split between the tail that reaches 4 ft (121.92 cm).

He possesses omnipresence and omniscience, and he transcends all concepts surrounding life, death, gender, and the laws, rules, and regulations of existence. It’s completely impossible to overpower and defeat him, and he’s capable of destroying everything on an absolute level. He’s absolutely evil and surpassess all forms of benevolence, being able to perceive and adapt perfectly to all evil concepts. Lorvazhektindus can manipulate primordial darkness and nothingness, apocalyptic, malefic, and negative forces, all types of phobias, and individual trauma. He’s able to shapeshift into every living creature and object, and he can grow and shrink to any size he desires. He can decide what ends and continues on endlessly, and his fearsome, awe-inspiring voice can sway anyone and force them to follow his commands. His consciousness and mental power are fundamentally primordial and transcendent, allowing him to be in ultimate unison with all of existence. He has unmatched control over the infernal forces that make up the multiverse and destruction itself. Lorvazhektindus can afflict any curse onto his desired sentient targets and empower his absolute condition through evil, corruption, and sin. He can also induce corruption, necrosis, pain, suicide, torment, and vice, and he’s an incredible master of psychology.

He’s able to repulse and nullify attacks that have been imbued with benevolence, and his heart is devoid of goodness. He possesses absolute invulnerability, ugliness, strength, and stamina, and he has complete control on Nifjazroghetus and everything that resides there. He’s an undisputed master of all forms of combat, including natural and supernatural fighting skills. He can create a field of darkness that permanently dulls the natural senses of living creatures and morphs them into hideous monstrosities. He has a truly all-encompassing, yet demonic presence and he’s powerful enough to slay all angels and good deities. Lorvazhektindus can manipulate matter by utilising demonic energy and teleport across the multiverse through shadows, moonlight, and mist.

FAMILY:

Äylcephinozur (lover)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Rhomboid of Amalgamation

Caged Vein of Establishment

Accuser of Entangled Tongues

Tempter Beneath Her Airy Kingdom

Old Serpent Who Feasts Upon Heinousness

Ruler of the Bloated World and Unforgivable Era

Lorvazhekt (by most of his friends)

Nasty little sugar plum (by Äylcephinozur)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

Äylcephinozur thinks that he tastes like sugar plum

He greatly enjoys the company of his wife and the attention he receives from her whenever she’s around.

As an Æylphitus, his name means “wreath that encircles loathing, inward oracle and his pure evil or below the earth of spoiled hate”. In regards to his demon form, Mephaktoszilu means “scattering liar or not a friend of light”.

#writerscorner #writing #creative writing #original character #personality #physical appearance #outfit #abilities #power #deity #god #evil #demon #devil #fiend

[ahalal-uralma]

Types Of Dragons

A list of Dragons that fly in honor of Dragon Appreciation Day (but not really, I was already making this post and procrastinating). This is for fun and I’m not claiming to be an expert on the subject.

Dragon : Germanic & English, mostly

Art Credit: Ciruelo Cabral

Key features: Serpent-like, winged and has four limbs. Generally smooth or scaly, but can also be hairy. They are large with muscled bodies, most of the time, but they can vary in size.

Often known for their fire breathing, relaying earthly wisdom, strong sense of justice and hoarding treasure. If you’re lucky, one might share a tale of their youth or regale you with a poem…but, they’re terrible singers.

They have a vendetta against sheep. Most likely to be residing in a cave, mountain or holding a princess hostage in a castle tower for arbitrary reasons. They like to amuse themselves at the expense of love-struck knights. Don’t ever ask one whose bones are wedged in their teeth.

Also, low key might be allies with the princess or a sorcerer (or both, and sometimes they are the same person). Dragons love eating fish and collecting gold. They’re easily distracted by shiny things.

Some well-known dragons in various forms of media include Draco (Dragon Heart), Smaug (Lord of The Rings), Dragon (Pagemaster) and Toothless (How To Train Your Dragon) just to name a few of them.

Amphithere: American, Mexican, North African and European affiliations

Artist Credit: Sleeping Fox

Key features: A serpent with feathers. They are large, but unlike the dragon are more lithe in form. They are winged and limbless (usually). Often mistaken for the Wyvern who has two limbs. Their wings can be bat-like with feathers or entirely feathered like a birds. They are the most colorful and stylish of dragon-types.

They are known for divine power, connections to spirituality, wisdom, being gate keepers and draining the life force of foes.

They are masters of grudges and will block your path to heaven for staring at their food wrong. They are incredibly analytical and intuitive.

There are not too many known Amphithere’s in media outside of Dugald Steer’s Dragonology and specific Mythos.

There is the Aztec God Quetzalcóatl who is accredited to being the creator of wind and rain storms. Additionally, he is perceived as the creator of humanity.

He is the God of education, arts, agriculture and science. He gifted humanity with cocoa beans and chocolate.

You can continue to read more about him here, here, here and also here to start you off.

Please be respectful and use this knowledge for curiosity and appreciation reasons only.

Devotes may not associate him literally with dragons, which is why I consider him strictly to be the possible inspiration for the Amphithere mythos. According to my research, he is still worshipped by the Cora and Huichol tribes.

Anyway, this wraps up for part one. If you’re wanting to learn anything more specifically then you can apply your own reading and research skills at your leisure. ♥️

#personal #dragons #reference #text

[6rookie-writer0110]

Can you do South African Male Reader and Queen Akasha involving body/muscle worshiping kink; older woman younger man : reader is an adventurer and vampire hunter who goes to Egypt to look for some treasure while looking for vampires. When arriving in one of the Egypt cities (like Cairo) to look for either gold or vampires, then reader was ambushed by Akasha and her vampires. Reader puts up a good a fight (killing some with his weapons) but the vampires were too strong and there’s too many of them, would eventually knocked reader out. Akasha tells her soldiers to keep reader alive and take him to her dungeon in her mansion.

Reader wakes up in the dungeon, chained around his arms and legs. Akasha opens the door and enters the dungeon. Reader, curious, asks her why he is still alive. She reply saying he reminds her of one of her past lovers and that MR is too handsome to be killed. She then starts rubbing and feeling reader’s chest and muscles, then orders her guards to take the chains off of reader and send him to her bedroom.

In her bedroom, reader waits as Akasha now enters. Reader asking what does she want from him, then Akasha slowly seductively walks up to him:

akasha: most women in my lifetime, would prefer older men, but I’m different I rather much enjoy younger men more. They have more energy and are more passionate.

Then, Akasha pushes reader on her bed where she climbs on top of him, pining his arms, and starts kissing his neck. Reader first hesitated then starts to kiss her in the lips. Then the two move into her big private tub. In the tub, reader lays back as Akasha starts again rubbing, massaging, and kissing everywhere on his body; muscles, abs, chest, neck. Then Akasha grabbing both his arms, starts to ride reader. Then brings her hand in Reader’s neck to lip kiss him.

After the tub and change of clothes, Reader (wearing only pants) goes into the balcony looking at view of Cairo. Akasha then secretly approaches reader (grabbing his chest from behind) , asking Reader if he can stay with her as she longs for company and Reader agrees (never thought that he would falling for a vampire) even with Akasha agreeing to help Reader finding treasures in Egypt.

I like the idea ok I will write itt

#requested

[papirouge]

Are there any other conspiracies you believe in? Like the 9/11 one for example?

👀👀

💥The 9/11 was an inside job. They bombed these towers and the plane was a deep fake hologram.

💥Michelle Obama is a man, as well as Brigitte Macron. #Transapocalypse is a reach (and most people entertaining this movement are scrotes who will assume any woman who's not a perfect hourglass figure is a man) but there are definitely more gender crossing people than we assume.

💥Most world leaders and famous people (entertainers, world top companies CEO, etc.) are satan worshippers. I firmly believe that you cannot attain a certain level of fame or occupations if you're not a Freemasons/satanist. Here in France it's said that you can't climb the highest echelon at the DSD (Diplomatic Security) if you're not a Freemason.

💥These celebrities/A list people sacrifice children & homeless on the regular and gather either organs (didn't Rothschild managed to get transplanted 7 times despite being a literal corpse?), blood (for youth) or adenochrome (to achieve a drug-like high). Countess of Bathory has spiritual descendants.

💥They do child sacrifice at the Vatican underground. A whistleblower (who mysteriously disappeared) who was a former MK Ultra'ed satanist said she went to Black Mass out there were they sacrificed a child and summoned a demon. Don't they have a telescope called Lucifer? BYE

💥Flat earth is retarded but earth is round AND hollow and Hell is inside

💥Mental illnesses are demonic influence

💥Some people are not humans. Nephilim/cross breed/fallen angels are among us. I once saw a testimony on a church about a woman who was a Sirène des Eaux (Mama Wata in African folklore). Her mom made a pact with a demon to get pregnant. That girl said she would spend HOURS underwater whenever she felt sad and being underwater made her feel at peace and "at home". She suffered sexual immortality too, and asked the pastor to help her rebuke this spirit driving her to sin, but she was struggling so hard and since she wasn't fully human, casting bad spirits didn't work on her and there was no point anyway since she wasn't truly human to begin with. She was the bad spirit.

Another anecdote: my sister (who's VERY Cartesian and not into spirit or demon hunting like me lol) once went to see a friend's husband who was bedridden as the hospital. She said that the few seconds after she entered the room, he had scale-like skin. Kinda like Killer Croc

As soon as the man picked up her presence, his skin immediately became normal again. It really freaked her out.

I believe either 1)this man didn't want to be uncovered and pulled himself together once he realized someone was there 2) he didn't know he was himself half demon and his organism being weakened (he was comatose-ing/half asleep when my siste came through) made him 'lose' his spiritual cover that made him look human (kinda like when our muscle losen up when we relax) and only pulled himself together after waking up to welcome my sister

💥Related to previous statements : I firmly believe world famous artists are channeling demons for inspiration. Either consciously or not. They are worshipping demons giving them the inspiration. Hence many movies with characters with demon name, demonic symbolism etc Even when I was not Saved and dabbling with witchcraft, I started having 'inspiration' from African traditional masks with are 100% demon channeling. That's why I do not recommend watching most popular movies (Marvels, Disney, etc) bc all these producers/animator do entertain this wicked energy (I mean, Disney was a pedo and a freemason right?)

#answered #papi conspiracy #conspiracy

[ofwolfandmuses]

Is that [MICHAEL B JORDAN]? No, that’s [ZAKAR OSTERLING]. The [34] year old [ALPHA] [CISMALE] is a [BLACKSMITH] in the [VENOIS] pack. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be [CHARMING] & [CONFIDENT], but they urge you to be cautious, because they’re also known to be [CONTROLLING] & [LIBIDIOUS]. Their friends also say that they’re into [BREEDING, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, ROUGH SEX] but don’t even think about trying [SUBMITTING, SCAT, AGE-PLAY] with them.

BASIC INFORMATION;

Name: Zakar Mathias Osterling

Nicknames: Zak

Age: Thirty-Four

Secondary Gender: Alpha

Birthday: April 29th

Zodiac: Taurus

Ethnicity: African-American

Occupation: Blacksmith in the Venois pack

APPEARANCE;  

Height: 5′11

Weight: 230 pounds

Build: Athletic, Toned

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Shaved/Trimmed/Natural: Naturally smooth

Wolf Color: Grey

Wolf Size/Build: Slightly smaller than average, stockier build

SEX;

Kinks: Muscle Worship, Dominating, Anal (Giving), Marking, Biting, Breeding, Multiple Partners, Humilation/Degradation (giving), Praise (Giving), Worship, Rough Sex

Anti-Kinks: Bondage (receiving), Age-Play, Diaper-Play, Scat

Favourite Positions: Pile Driver, Doggy, Bend Over, Sitting Bull, Bulldog, Superman

BIOGRAPHY;

The moment that Zakar was born, he was told that there was a hierarchy in life. Males, especially Alpha males, were at the top of the food chain and Omegas, especially Omega males, were at the bottom. Sure, he may have been born to the Venois pack, a pack that is arguably one of the more liberal of those out there, but his parents both had ties to ones that held traditional views and they trickled down to him. So by the time he presented as an alpha at sixteen, just a couple of years into Athos’ founding? He was on cloud nine, because he knew that that meant the world was his oyster.

Picking up a job as a blacksmith was easy, as he could use his strength given to him as an Alpha to help create the weapons for the guards, as well as tools that the various wolves in the town needed for their respective jobs. And as a handsome young Alpha, the omegas in the town were quick to flash a pretty smile his way - and that was a feeling that he absolutely loved. Being loved, being admired by Omegas was something that he couldn’t help but beam at, and it was a feeling he was soon to chase. Flashing a pretty smile, whispering pretty words and showing off his athletic frame earned him a spot in the bed of a great many Omega and he became known as quite the casanova.

Of course, his parents weren’t upset at this. He was just doing his duty as an alpha, finding and bedding omegas in the hopes to further his bloodline, and that was precisely what Zakar was doing. Truthfully, he doesn’t want to settle down and have a mate - no, instead, he wanted to have multiple mates at his beck and call, ready to serve him, warm his cock, cook his meals and bear his children. It was the way that Mother Wolf had created them, after all, so it would be wrong for him to go against her wishes.

Now that he’s thirty four, he has already begun to narrow down which omegas he wants to make into his mate - with one in particular that he has in mind - and he knows that soon... There will be many little Osterling pups roaming the village.

#ahqintro #ahqtask

[supermen-with-black-hair]

Muscle beach:

…has been moved to Liberia until further notice…🇱🇷

P e r m a n e n t l y! 

੨੪੦੪੧੨। Līrods Merčants ar draugiem

#leerod merchant #african muscle #liberian muscle lords #african superbodies #muscle beach #massive masculinity #liberian muscle #power men #bulletproof pecs #male perfection #massive pecs #african majesty #african hero #muscle bonding #muscle buddies #muscle workout #ultimate muscle worship #african muscle worship

[men-of-colors]

How many reasons do you need to visit Africa?

Just one.

ஏய் கேய் த தோண்／௨௩.௦௫.௦௫

#a. k. da don #musclemen in blue #blue and green #man in blue #afro pecs #bared chest #african muscle worship #african male beauty #afrohot #afroperfect #black majesty #sultry pecs #muscular pecs #exposed abs

[peachybeins]

Age: 25

Gender: Transneutral Genderqueer/Neutrios

Pronouns: Ze/Hir/Hirs only

You can call me: Peachy, Lu or Ayo.

I am Black(West African) very asexual and very sex/romance repulsed, but this sideblog is for my occasional saucy indulgences. Fascinated with sex & kink in an abstract and impersonal manner. I'm only interested as an outside observer!

Dedicated to being NSFW about big beefy men & NBs. So really only NBLM, MLM & NBLNB content. With the rare Trans!M/F & NBLW. Bonus points if it's POC & Beefy/chubby.

What to expect: reblogs mostly, thoughts on things, maybe some reviews, and some original writings

Do NOT RP with me, flirt with me or send sexual asks. Asks about my faves in a fictional context are allowed. So Intellectual discussions on the merits of bara tiddies are more than welcome

Faves: Latex & leather♡Light Impact play♡Bondage♡BDSM♡Transmasc & Nonbinary Tops♡ Big beefy bottoms♡Fisting♡Middle aged queers♡Size difference with smaller tops|Smaller submissive tops with bigger dominant bottoms♡ Muscle worship♡Huge pecs♡Pec play/Nipple play♡Bottom growth + bottom surgery appreciation♡Packers & packer play♡Large insertion♡Condoms/barriers/safe sex♡Thick n' beefy(fat included)♡Achillean Butch Femme(where the Femme tops of course)♡Monsterloving♡Edging♡Overstim♡Cvmplay♡Breeding(no preg)♡Big penis♡

DNI: Minors◇ women/fem aligned◇fujoshis◇Proshippers◇Chasers◇ Detrans/misgendering kink◇Rape/cnc◇incest(inuding step/adopted family) ◇bestiality◇ pedos◇ ageplay◇raceplay kink blogs gtfo◇ aging up underage characters for nsfw◇ Bigots(including religious bigotry + anti-theists, aphobes, anti-transmascs & exorsexists)◇Real People Fic writers/supporters

#transneutral #transneu #trans nsft #Ftm top #black nonbinary #trans poc #transmasc top #top reader #women dni #asexual poc #nonbinary poc #intro post #minors dni #trans asexual #trans ace #nonbinary asexual #nonbinary ace

[afr0-thunder]

[Poor Chronicles Pt. 17]

*BEHIND STARBUCKS EDITION*

Still no Wi-Fi, I might just have to get used to this until winter arrives. Circumstances may not even change then, but that’s life.

I have decided to end my ramen noodle diet, after I finish the last of it. I have dedicated my life to starving. I will only be drinking water and eating chicken salads at work. My housemate has touched my hot sauce bottle for the last time. I’ve thrown out 3 hot sauce bottles at this point. One 1/3, 1/2 and 4/5 full (Added 1/8 full). My experiment is also over. You can survive 30+ days with just ramen noodles daily and x amount of chicken salads. You CAN “get big” from this diet, whether it be fat or muscle. You CAN consume your “daily calorie intake” from this diet. It’s allegedly 2000, but 10 packs is 1900. “Sodium” is just a periodic table element, you won’t die. Relax. Isn’t that like salt? You literally eat beef and pork all the time.

I almost forgot my savings update:

$13 > $29

THE DISRESPECT CONTINUES! My former favorite coworker said he had to apologize to me. I say, “For what?”. Thinking he was about to apologize for asking if I was from the suburbs. He says, “*stutters* Back in March, when I was leaving and told you ‘Always stay strapped!’” and he flashed his gun. “You looked scared”. My face dropped, then I started laughing and said, “That’s not the first time in my life that I’ve seen a gun”. I actually wanted to say, “I held a gun before you were even conceived.”, but being a good influence is more important. Also, there is nothing “cool” about comparing toughness, especially with a minor. Mexicans are insane. Why would you assume an African American is afraid of that?

My African American manager, who said I’m on a “Broke Nigga Diet”, and I were talking about “Black History Month” and he made a joke and said something along the lines of me being a “Half Nigga”. I was in disbelief that another African American recognized me as biracial and just said, “I’ve never been a half nigga in my life.” while trying to laugh about it. I feel like my unique (good looking) physical features make me a target for this kind of identification, but neither of my parents are of another race, so I don’t know what the fuck he is on, but he needs to lay off of it. Guaranteed if I was uglier, me being fully African American would never be in question. Every time after that when he came to joke with me, I half heartedly made jokes about how he said I was a “Half Nigga” and used the word “Half” excessively for no reason. He realized I was pissed and offered me donuts, but NAY! Shitlist! ETERNALLY! Hate being called one of…THEM!

The respect for people I work with/underneath continues to dwindle. If anything drops it lower, I shall try to update you all.

At the end of the shift, he asked a female coworker and I about our belief on Gods. I used this time to tell him that I was God. He was saying ridiculous shit like “Multiple Gods”, “I feel like I’m a God too”, “People believe in different Gods”. I neglected to mention they all worship the same God, but use different names to address them, (Ex: Allah) they just have “separate” beliefs. They are all pretty similar, just no one notices or follows. He later said “I sound like the Devil”. I neglected to mention he was literally embodying the devil at the moment. I said “How? I literally just preach a righteous path and positivity (to you all)?” (Not verbatim, in essence). I added, “The devil hates on God and wants to be just like him and always has.”, hence why he is the Devil. I just ended the argument with “When we’re all dead, I’ll remember this conversation about how I tried to tell you I was God and you didn’t believe me…”

In other news, I’m getting my first baby momma (the doctor) is named Mary. I thought, “Can’t be. Damn bitch, you got an old bitch name.” But then I thought “Has to be, because why would God not have his Virgin Mary? Right.”. I think “Mark and Mary” is sort of cute. Her ass must be ridiculous because I can’t imagine one that meets my standards, but who knows? I believe she’ll be a “nerd” (Terrible word, almost means autistic), so she’ll share my love for learning and make the most uninteresting topics, fun. Jesus Christ was just an earlier portrayal of our son(s). He technically has not existed yet. My son(s) will serve as a more pure example of my beliefs/way of living, for those rejecting MY life’s examples and in denial of what it portrays.

I’m not sure how I will run into all of them, but I’ve been getting that we’ll all have to crowd somewhere altogether in the meantime. Which sounds cool, crazy and potentially comfortably uncomfortable. No I am not marrying any of them. White people invented the modern concept of it and marriage licenses. The government is ran by white people. White people literally had almost our entire race enslaved for centuries and lost control, I am never listening to any one white ever again. They can have everything and still fumble.

Watching TV right now. It’s a church concert. Some of these religious white bitches are cute.

In short, I need to move, but I’ll be stuck here for some time. I sense unspoken hostility. Apparently, if you’re light skinned, no matter how dark you are, you’re half white. African American no longer means smart, I guess (Relative to Sentence 3). I knew we had some slow ones, but damn. If you always speak formally, white people (Mexicans) will think they are more “gangsta” than you…hilarious. There is apparently other people who think I’m not the only God in existence, but the others engage in the most ridiculous, sinful activities (and are fat). Looking for a short, dark skinned big booty bitch. You can give white people anything and they will lose it all.

- MH (2023)

Ogden Park is not the biggest park I’ve ever seen. It’s potentially Washington Park, but fuck that neighborhood AND George Washington. Disrespectfully.

[10/01/2023]

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[fcb3]

“I have bumps…I can lift a car”

That’s what the little boy holding his mama’s hand said to me as we were standing in line to eat dinner at the UGM Crisis Shelter for Women and Children.

He flexed his nonexistent muscles with a proud look on his face. Then his even littler brother who was holding his big brother’s hand said: “I can lift all the people”

It was a funny moment of connection, but the reality of what was happening didn’t escape me as I looked at this young mother surrounded by her three boys.

I have no idea where “Dad” was, but these two little musclemen telling me they were strong while clinging to their mommy’s hands let me know what was probably deep in the heart of this family’s story.

Little boys having to be strong is a tragic reality that plagues our broken and shattered home fronts.

But it’s not just boys, last night one young girl casually told one of my leaders that they were there because daddy hits mommy. It was said in a manner that was way too normal but for too many children…it is their normal.

To be a big man in a crisis shelter is an unnerving thing. I am acutely aware that for many in the room I am a reminder of hell and horror.

To sit at a table next to a woman who doesn’t know me or is possibly there to get away from some man is a profoundly challenging reality to try to navigate. I am aware and do my very best to be present in a way that’s gentle, humble and loving but cautious. It’s common to be ignored.

But I persist.

I do so because of many reasons but one of the biggest is I see the look in children’s faces when I come into the room, it’s the look of longing. Even after all the chaos, drama and trauma these little ones have experienced, they still reach out for something within them that they need: love from a father.

“Sit by me” is a request that captures the great need of a generation’s soul in this moment.

To have a young man wave at me as he leads his little brothers up to a shelter room is an act of gratitude that reflects a heart that’s starving for kindness.

To almost stumble over a small little girl with big eyes and a dollie in her hand that’s following me around is a sign of the deep need for attention.

To have an little spitfire African American girl come up to me and place both her hands on my beard and rub my face is a gift born out of small sense of safety.

When a young girl looks at LeeElla and I there together and declares: “You are her husband!” reflects a recognition of a reality that’s painfully absent from her own life.

As I watched LeeElla try to wipe off the Ravioli sauce from her shirt as she began to lead worship in the chapel service, I realized something. That sauce slopped upon her face and clothes by a rambunctious lap nestling squiggler was actually the anointing oil of the Holy Ghost. A symbol of the signs and wonders being displayed where love is seeking to serve the orphan and widows among us.

Watching a little pistol of a girl walking up the stairs holding LeeElla’s hands to show her the room where she stays is the kind of gentle miracle that sustain my battle-weary heart.

These are the victories of love and these fleeting moments remind me love is stronger than death.

I just wish I was strong enough to “lift all the people” out of their desperate situations but at least last night a few kids met a man and a woman that loved them."

Pastor Eric.

[fcb4]

“I have bumps…I can lift a car”

That’s what the little boy holding his mama’s hand said to me as we were standing in line to eat dinner at the UGM Crisis Shelter for Women and Children.

He flexed his nonexistent muscles with a proud look on his face. Then his even littler brother who was holding his big brother’s hand said: “I can lift all the people”

It was a funny moment of connection, but the reality of what was happening didn’t escape me as I looked at this young mother surrounded by her three boys. I have no idea where “Dad” was, but these two little musclemen telling me they were strong while clinging to their mommy’s hands let me know what was probably deep in the heart of this family’s story. Little boys having to be strong is a tragic reality that plagues our broken and shattered home fronts.

But it’s not just boys, last night one young girl casually told one of my leaders that they were there because daddy hits mommy. It was said in a manner that was way too normal but for too many children…it is their normal.

To be a big man in a crisis shelter is an unnerving thing. I am acutely aware that for many in the room I am a reminder of hell and horror.

To sit at a table next to a woman who doesn’t know me or is possibly there to get away from some man is a profoundly challenging reality to try to navigate. I am aware and do my very best to be present in a way that’s gentle, humble and loving but cautious. It’s common to be ignored.

But I persist.

I do so because of many reasons but one of the biggest is I see the look in children’s faces when I come into the room, it’s the look of longing. Even after all the chaos, drama and trauma these little ones have experienced, they still reach out for something within them that they need: love from a father.

“Sit by me” is a request that captures the great need of a generation’s soul in this moment.

To have a young man wave at me as he leads his little brothers up to a shelter room is an act of gratitude that reflects a heart that’s starving for kindness.

To almost stumble over a small little girl with big eyes and a dollie in her hand that’s following me around is a sign of the deep need for attention.

To have an little spitfire African American girl come up to me and place both her hands on my beard and rub my face is a gift born out of small sense of safety.

When a young girl looks at LeeElla and I there together and declares: “You are her husband!” reflects a recognition of a reality that’s painfully absent from her own life.

As I watched LeeElla try to wipe off the Ravioli sauce from her shirt as she began to lead worship in the chapel service, I realized something. That sauce slopped upon her face and clothes by a rambunctious lap nestling squiggler was actually the anointing oil of the Holy Ghost. A symbol of the signs and wonders being displayed where love is seeking to serve the orphan and widows among us.

Watching a little pistol of a girl walking up the stairs holding LeeElla’s hands to show her the room where she stays is the kind of gentle miracle that sustain my battle-weary heart. These are the victories of love and these fleeting moments remind me love is stronger than death.

I just wish I was strong enough to “lift all the people” out of their desperate situations but at least last night a few kids met a man and a woman that loved them.