That Was A Somewhat Rhetorical Question, But The Answer Is Sexual Assault #2 Reported.

Details and players will be disclosed at the right time, as always, as this is an active case, but in the meantime, I want to say this the same way I texted my own mother the other day. Even though people who know me, or my work, would be able to tell you that I left the householder world, indefinitely, to walk a Spiritual Path I was called to, straight out the gates upon entering the "real world," not via the external, but from within, and that I've taught, and exemplified, both Bramacharya and conscious and specific Abstinence for most of my adult life, and even people who don't know could grok something like that from my "aura" or "energy," upon meeting me, it has still begged the question--sometimes from strangers--about how "someone like you" could be not just solo, almost all the time, everywhere, but you never have a guy with you--anywhere. You don't date anyone. Ever. And you have never had, nor showed any desire, really, for a husband. Or a guy around, period. And the answer is what I told my mom after the 3rd, which is that almost every interaction I've ever had with a member of the male species that turned physical was an Assault--or had multiple characteristics of one, notably on some kind of uptick in the past 10-12 years, likely in coincidence with the downward spirals of standards, culture, economy, and humanity, substances, ancillary and/or other crime, etc. Then consider that by 2012, running seemingly parallel to increased tensions on the Korean Peninsula, I became increasingly interested in returning to said Peninsula, and people kept bringing me unsolicited information about that, and I began contracting around my lifelong belief that Race, culture, Religion, etc. really should have no bearing on one's choice of a mate--I became staunch, and quickly, that I wanted an Asian mate, if I had to keep hearing all this pressure about my gender balance keeping me independent all the time, but I was leaning toward Korean-American, if not Korean. Like the Chinese migration during the California Gold Rush, though, and perhaps more screwed up, as Adoptees from a "pure blood nation," no one was looking out for, "What will they do once they hit puberty, when they're all by themselves?" And no one can account for weird anomalies, like myself, who, e.g. are tall, were athletes when Asians weren't, or who liked Rap Music.

It's likely superfluous, at this point, in light of my reporting here, and everywhere, to rehash Gender, Race, Ethnicity, etc. issues now even up collectively to say what I want to say about the title of this piece, because what I know is that it's beyond knowing or saying, at this point. It's complete feeling that has every cell of my being primed to respond, in whatever way, and however, necessary, in full expression. And I'm writing tonight to specifically say, reiterate, and reemphasize:

1. Adapted podcast, Korean-American Adoptees, yes, have our stories translated into Hangul. And spread them not just throughout Seoul and South Korea but throughout North Korea, and reunite our people. Spread them throughout the Far East, and may our pain, and the continued Darkness in the West, strengthen and empower our characteristic Wisdom, Beauty, Ancientness, Excellence, and Intelligence, and end our Wars, and end, permanently, the loss of Asian life and consciousness to respecting, aspiring to be like, or having anything to do with, peoples, and people, who are clearly piss poor examples of anything sentient.

2. Consider the implications of racial, even ethnic, mixing, in any form other than general cohesiveness for the betterment of humanity. And if you do, know why you were willing to give your soul drop in the bucket, permanently, to that, altering your bloodline(s) forever. For Asian men, what do Asian women need from you?!!! For Asian women, consider how you look to every kind of person when you partner with specifically White men. Are you representing that which hurts or HARMS every one of us? Can you even identify what positive representation in a cross-cultural relationship would even look like? Does it even exist?

3. Women, in general, do you report when men mistreat you? Women, in my adult life, have shown up in various formats, reporting being harmed, even raped, by their own husbands. How does our society need to change to groom men, across the board, differently, and better, to be men of valor? Are we willing to admit we need universal standards on this, in addition to our individual cultural standards? Do we hold Law Enforcement accountable to do an excellent job in curtailing behavior in the perfectly nuanced and accurate execution of Law? What does the future look like when Healing is needed in that process, and that Healing needs to be as action-oriented as L.E., beyond Advocacy?

Almost like a strange and sad metaphor, DMX, Shock G, and Black Rob have disappeared off the planet, all still young, in my understanding of life and death, during my dealing with this strange, and nightmare-icing-&-sprinkles-was-way-back-a-long-time-ago, real experience of what comprises the "American Dream." These were Artists who, regardless of the way they lived, or choices they made, were central to a musical universe that has made me its Dancer, expressing through life, oftentimes with any one of them playing, with no lack of volume, in the background. In so many ways, life continues to feel like music that has not just changed, and not for the better, but has lost critical elements prematurely. I continue to be right about all the things, and, overwhelmingly, the people I would love to actually be wrong about. And the more everyone keeps turning their minds to mush with their habits, devices, and lack of appreciation for other living things, including the planet itself, the more it starts to change one's willingness to do anything about it, even if you were the only one who could.

Predator Nation, Unawake, Uncaring, all predators or victims who then want prey.

April 30, 2021 tip--Location of Assault: 436 Bluff Street, his apt. (The new, next-door neighbor, representing Corpus Christi, Texas. Congratulations to the Statuatory Rapist, Sam, the Phlebotomist, from here--"a good, Catholic girl" [I clarified where she actually fit in on that definition, by Dubuque, Iowa standards]--who got herself knocked up from it, on/after Spring Break down on South Padre--who is causative). A Ken Booth, Matt Booth, Mo Mendez & his brother, Ramone, Maintenance, property. Downtown Dubuque, Iowa.