Incredible news ~ your Pussy General has been RE-appointed to her JOB. It happened in NYC Hotel Fabuloso and the NUDY artphotos are in the prep folder. (anticipated SHOWN: mid-November, my thanksGIVING NUDY~!)
My JOB reappointment? GIVING YOU JOBS.
Here’s the direction ~
Washed in Cosmic Snow
What do you taste in the air when it snows? Purity. What of snowy air NUDY? shame rendered siddhic majesty ~ my grace apology I can’t go into that now. It’s capacity. because…
…here’s how I’m being washed in cosmic snow in another NOW —
I prepped a FULL outline of a well researched ABSURDIST sex memoir 2024-25 then dropped it a year ago because SADNESS! dangerous sadness in repeating a cycle. See, I’m already an #emodead author of self-published Amazon #1 bestsmeller (UGH!!! don’t bother!) on a local homage to my peace friend and his pub. I took that accomplishment down. I don’t sell it anymore.
I stopped the sell 2 pour into the smell. I could taste the air of my sex memoir and it wasn’t pure within the shadow. Meaning the deadly shadow seed of sex shame driving my memoir WAS NOT washed in cosmic snow of SIDDHIC FLOWERING of, say, purity, empathy, beauty, majesty, virtue, forgiveness, unity.
The air wasn’t pure. I knew it.
Unreal, yes? That’s a SPHINX job. On gut intuition and nothing else, I pivoted from memoir manuscript and poured my sadness into a secretly published chapbook (Scorched Peaches releasing Feb ’27) poetically releasing my shame on book researching, writing, & publishing my #1 local homage while…
…giving Absurdist Handjobs! in the SAME zipcode!
That’s a HANDJOB. I never called it that. Neither did any of my #emodead Amelia Energy callers. WE all called it sensual massage. My former role in the oldest pro world aka my Backpage times.
{Do you need guidance? don’t bother! Unlike your pre-NUDY phallus in my oldest pro world hand, guidance is NOT coming. Because…}
Blow jobs! My dropped work of FAWK Fellatio circa 2022. The danger of SAD in my secret past. Never once given in my oldest pro time, I gave them ALL the time in what you must wait to receive (secret chapbook).
That’s MYSTERY’s job.
Let me attempt a linear re-heel-cap: my mystery revealed is SAD denied in my life led me; it led me to publish my bestselling book; it further led me to publish on a place in the same zipcode as my secret Absurdist HANDJOB job. (there are more secrets, report to Scorched Peaches)
How to render NUDY this shame-as-usual societal ONE DOWN position?
easy for Me (now) ~ to see giving NUDY sex as Life thru the eye of my only employer: the cosmos. To accept my NUDY role from Cosmic Mutha. To vibrate in tune with cosmic grace. To give hand and blow NO LONGER MY JOB as Unity Union sex AND life workeR (<<<Commanda R) doing my cosmic job (snow).
And to do so NUDY in coherence of siddhic innocence and nothing else.
That’s a SNOW JOB. that’s Cosmic Grace. that’s Cosmic Snow. ACCEPTED ~
let’s consider this paradox…
Men Want Jobs
Men want jobs and I’m the woman to give them to ’em!
–Pussy General stage show
Is it unreal to you that I could not BEAR to hear the word HANDJOB? Thus mystery used my internal power for SAD meaning I did NOT HEAR THAT WORD until 2015 (get ready) which was SIX FULL YEARS AFTER I LEFT MY SENSUAL BACKPAGE WORK aka sensual masseuse! To deny what you are (me: sexual power) is the architecture of shame. Shame = SAD = deadly dangerous
Becoming aware. That’s a COSMIC job.
When something makes no sense AND it makes perfect sense, that’s paradox. That’s POET’s job. Tis why we need my absurdist sex memoir. Because your Mary Jane is very strange in the vibrational tone of poetic witness.
Strange ~ the General Ma’am character GIFT.
When do I open to give you Snow Jobs? Once I am MOVED. That harmonious act will come from the cosmic GIFT I’m preparing for you NOW.
Your gift? 2me? We must wait. Too much happening, MOVED needing loving. My guidance? Your gift to me is patience, subscribing anon to YouTube, and contemplating ~ do I want to see NUDY * what does it mean to see?
GOOD LUCK!
(((A)))
