Thursday, February 28, 2008

California

So I guess my first memory of childhood was about 5 or 6 years old. I have really lost major chunks of time where my childhood is concerned. But, I remember this day for sure. It was the first time I remember my dad beating the hell out of me for no reason. I dont quite know how many times he punched me in the face or hit me, but it was enough to make my mother hang up the phone and come save me. And by save, I mean, tell him to stop and she held me til I went to sleep. My idea of save is just a wee bit different. But then again, I don't live and breathe for the companionship of a man. The year was either '77 or '78, so we didn't "talk" about these things. I remember the next day waking up with a swollen , bruised face, and not one damn word was said about it. Oh, I forgot to mention, this wasn't even my real dad! But that's a story for another day.

I will relay these stories as best I can remember as I mentioned earlier, it's tough to recall specific dates. I know there are kids out there now keepin quiet about their abuse, and I know that struggle. I also know the struggle of telling and no one helping. However, I'm good now, and this will help! I welcome your thoughts and comments....Until next time.....the story continues.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Introduction

Hello world! My name is Lisa, aka Funkyslick, and I'm taking this opportunity to introduce myself to you and invite you back for future stories. All stories are true, albeit some quite painful to retell, this is a positive outlet. I look forward to sharing thoughts, laughter, challenging idealisms and hell, good old raw debates.
There will be no censorship here....anything goes. So for the moment, fuckin chill out and check back later.....I got some shit to say, and there is this one chick that I hope, well, that's for another time. It will all be explained. I promise.

Anything you may have to say right at the moment, spit it out. I'm up for it. absolutely nothing shocks me anymore, I mean, a woman and a black man runnin for prez. Is it the end? Nah, just playin. I shall return.
Ya'll welcome me though huh...