Ever Evolving Karmic

“Yeah, I cheated twice.”

I asked him to tell me the truth.
Told him that I wouldn’t get mad, but I needed to know.

“Did you ever cheat on me?”

I knew he did, I practically saw it with my own eyes when those girls responded to his Craigslist ad, with scantily clad bikini photos. I saw it when I broke into his Facebook, checking his inbox where a woman demanded to know “Sexy, why haven’t you answered me?” Speaking to my boyfriend, who I live with as if he were hers. Most cloying was his reply, the need to explain, she’s someone he answered to. After his confession I kicked him out. We were suppose to have a fresh start after a couple of years apart, but if I didn’t ask he wouldn’t have told me. This was not something that weighed heavy on his soul, he didn’t feel bad for his betrayal.

He would do it again.

When he left I was destroyed for a couple of days, because I knew he cheated far more than what he said. There could never be trust between us, we were ruined. On the last day of my soul purging our karmic adieu the lesson came.

How we started is how we should end. I cheated on my boyfriend Luis to be with Mike, so it was only fitting that the same should happen to me, times three. This was my karma. This is how the universe confirmed it’s pulsating, energetic, ever-evolving karmic presence. I never cheated again.

Karma is both good and bad, one will always reap what they sow, the longer it takes the worst it will be. The longer it takes the better it will be. Sometimes we are the victims of our own hands, who need to take accountability. Thinking back to bad times objectively, can you see a possibility of experiencing karma, for something you’ve done wrong prior? Photo: The Female Warhol

Sometimes You Dickmatize Me

Robin Isley

Crying was my full time job. I was a horrible example for my younger siblings, especially my baby sister. Out of four years, the first six months were the only good ones. We couldn’t stop fighting, but our big toes interlocked perfectly, and that was enough to prove we were meant to be.

You went home to Seattle for a week, leaving me to man our abode alone. I spent the first day solo productively doing errands. How fortunate were we, to live ten blocks north of where I grew up? So I could do our laundry for free at my parents house. After lugging it back to 99th and 3rd, it was time to find a better paying job. Attempting to send out my resume, I click the wrong icon and end up in your inbox. My heart seizes. Several ladies have replied to a men for women ad you posted on Craigslist, with bikini clad photos. Bile churns in my stomach. A flash of heat runs through my body, followed by a wave of chills. Try to stop a waterfall from gushing forward with the palm of your hand. The battle between my lower eyelids and my tears. I am heartbroken. How could you?

Confronted you accuse me of snooping, invading your privacy. Suddenly, I’m adjuring you to believe that it was an accident. That I was just applying places, please forgive me. This moment perfectly encapsulates our relationship. You do something horrendous and I apologize for it. Later you tell me you’re lonely in Seattle and just looking for friends. I stay. It takes five years for me to realize you were home, with all the people you know and love.

“Have you ever been hypnotized by the D? Dickmatized?” – Lucas Ross

I thought my friend made it up, but dickmatism is real. I couldn’t leave you, because the sex was so good I cried that time. Like your member was crafted specifically for mine. Yes, sex can be so good it blinds you to the emotional abuse, overt cheating, mean comments and overall deteriorating partnership.

There are many types of lovers, ours was the fate of karmic soulmates. Something unresolved from a past life together, we agreed to fix in this lifetime. This is why we loved so intensely, fought so hellaciously, break up, then make up. The cycle continues until the lesson is learned and the karmic debt settled. Then and only then can you move on.

Yes. Yes I have been dickmatized. Only when I learned to stop having sex with you was I set free.

Craigslist Or Naw?

“Where did you find your apartment?”

I have literally found every single job, internship, apartment and some furniture on Craigslist. It’s wild to me when people still question the validity of this website. Absolutely everyone post on Craigslist and why the hell not? It’s easy to access, easy to post and easy to apply. I don’t know where I would be without it. Stop yourself from sounding naive, or stupid and know this is a credible source. Utilize it. Yes, there are some sketchy people, places or things. But it’s no different than the dice you roll everyday you walk outside. Stay safe by using discernment.

P.S: Yes, some people decide to use an email address provided by the site, for the safety of protecting their personal information.