I’m judging them all. They are bad parents, or seriously in some kind of delusion. Maybe they don’t care and just want money.

because everyone wants to be famous and $$$$.

Actually...yea...we could have...his ex-wife’s family had to go through the SAME thing when they were married...calling the police, putting ads in the paper...because he kept her locked away for YEARS!

There’s been reports of his extensive grooming of middle school and high school aged girls for decades now. The sex cult thing isn’t surprising to anyone who has read those reports (although I acknowledge that the comment you replied to only makes mention of the one sexual assault from the aforementioned infamous…

Sky’s the limit for someone who’s been openly preying on young black girls for decades and hasn’t faced any real consequences, though. There’s nothing you could say about his behavior that would surprise me.

Yeah, it’s hard not to give major sideeye to these parents. I don’t doubt that they’re upset now, but it’s hard not to judge them. If R. Kelly was a star in a field less lucrative than music, I somehow doubt they would be rationalizing his long history of statutory rape and child porn allegations by saying that he was…

How any parent could let R Kelly “mentor” their teenage daughter is beyond me.

Well Chapelle is already working on the soundtrack.

Trapped in the Closet 2: Electric Boogaloo

I have had several dreams in which I had to play a major role on stage and didn’t learn my lines before opening night. I’ve been a stage actor, but not in over a decade.

Yup. According to a psychiatrist friend they are some of the most common recurring dreams, and are frequently interpreted to be about worries related to being under prepared for something IRL.

I’ve been out of college for about 15 years, and I still get these dreams. But they always take place on a high school campus, NEVER my college campus.

I turn fifty this year, and I still have that damned dream. Sometimes I run all over campus trying to beg someone to let me drop the class before the final.

I have a neat little twist on this nightmare to make things every so slightly more stressful (for me anyway). My dream is the same as everyone else, forgot I signed up for a class or the withdrawal didn’t got through, BUT I figure it out the night before the final so I’m desparately trying to learn all the material in…

I feel for you. I don’t talk to my siblings at all. It’s not like I decided to stop, it’s just that now that our parents are dead, if I don’t do all the work there is no relationship,so there is no relationship, because I refuse to keep doing all the work. I have a sister that I grew up with and an older brother…

I saved a bottle of sparkling rosé for that night. I was so pumped. I didn’t want to drink too much because I had an interview for an internship the next day. We opened it anticipating victory. When we realized what was going to happen, I had one glass and ugly cried.

If I even felt capable of crying anymore this would have done it. Seriously. I’m sitting here, wondering why I never wondered about the balloons and confetti after how glorious it was at the end of the convention. But I can’t even tear up, I can just stare and wonder.

Self Care Thread:

Ah, so much better than Trump’s ass.

I have been MIA just working on curriculum for next year’s schooling. Grade 4 was a big undertaking. It’s done now so I can resume life. While I was away, I got a kitten. Her name is Debbie Ann Pritchard. I’ve also been running around gathering supplies for evacuated pets from all…

Hello lovely people. This is me on this day of emotional opposites: