So if y’all have been reading my #dream posts and/or stalking the main, then you know there are certain entities in my life that I have not permission to write of them by their commonly known names. So often what I write as a throwaway redaction reference sticks, much to their amusement and my inner grammarian’s dismay.
A couple of months ago, [ThisWoman] offered her assistance and guidance for [a thing] but because of the meatspace shenanigans at the time, understood I wasn’t able to partake at the time.
A couple weeks ago, ThisWoman asked if I was still interested in her assistance, which I am. “I will send information and [folks] to you. You will know they have come at my direction. Once it is clear I have sent them, do not refuse them, for to refuse one is to refuse them all.”
I have been receiving information from sources and directions I usually would have turned away from because of insecurities, gatekeeping, and general racial fuckery. Each time, there was a signature tell of ThisWoman involved that made me pay attention.
There’s no contract to write up because that agreement was spoken for already. (And you were right to back up once it hit my hands.) I’m not saying there were some shenanigans afoot, I’m saying this is some two-dollar-fuckery.
Jimmy gestured Stanley over to him, “Come here Precious, I have a gift for you.” He pulled out a silver chain from his pocket as he spoke, attached to it was a large locket with a intricate Jade carving of a snake embedded in the surface.