Oh, Snap! I Almost Quoted Bobby McFerrin.

There are few times that I can quote my mother and DMX at the same time but…

“ya’ll gone make me lose my mind. Up in here! Up in here!”

The best thing about teaching is working with the kids. I love the kids…even the so called ‘bad’ ones. I enjoy their company. Kids are real. They’re honest even when they don’t mean to be. It’s the adults that I could sometimes do without.

I love active parents. Even if I don’t see them everyday,  I know that they care about their children. I’m lucky enough to work, predominantly,  at a place where there are a lot of active parents. Of course there are the trifling ones but hey, the good outnumber the bad.

Most of the teachers are cool. They work hard and seem fair. I like quite a few of them actually. It just gets hard when I have to leave my safe ‘teacher mode’ and switch to ‘concerned parent’. That’s the most difficult part of the gig. Subbing at my son’s school has taught me some things about boundaries and space.

I want to believe that every one of the people my sons come into contact with each day is a good person. Especially at school where they spend most of their time. When you work with people every day, you see them at their best and worst. The school is a good school, my son has a good teacher and that’s all I want to know. I won’t work at The Round Head Boy’s school next year. I think we both could use some space.

Since I will be teaching full time in the upper grades next year, (Thank You, Creator! Thank You, Universe!), I am ready to dive into that  new energy.  I’m excited to be on the fast track to full professional certification. What’s not to like about more money, benefits and steady income. I’m keeping my eyes on the prize! Even though I started this post with the intention to vent about the crazy Sh*t that happened within the past two days, I’m glad that I didn’t.

*Deep Breath*

Active happiness on deck. Napoleon Hill, I thank you. Your incessant preaching on having a positive outlook, pleasing personality and willingness to go the extra mile, works. I am an choosing to be happy and positive. I am Thankful for this lesson.

Yay! I feel better now. It works!

Meet Steve. He’s In A Dress.

Ok…so sometimes I’m a boi. I never realize it’s happening until I catch myself, for lack of a better way of saying it, thinkin’ like a dude. As a matter of fact, I’m being Steve right now and it took me by surprise.

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Steve is me, of course. I was in an online group and someone  posted the question, ” Do you name your alter egos?” At the time I hadn’t but decided to answer with the name “Steve”. It’s easy to remember so it stuck.

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I should’ve known Steve would emerge sooner or later. My dudes (homies, bois, etc…whatever you call masculine female friends you’re not sleeping with) are starting to hit me up again. Some I haven’t talked to in years. I’m enjoying the energy. Even in my high femmiest attire, my real homies don’t hit on me. It’d be like hitting on your drag queen cousin.  All of my boi friends are super cute. I’ve rolled around with a couple of them and that’s cool. They didn’t know I was a dude then.

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I guess they know now.

A few years ago, my homie and me (lol) were sitting in a lesbian party ogling girls. She was wearing a button up and khakis. I was wearing something flowy and yellow…and lipgloss. I said something that made her turn and look me as if for the first time and say, “Damn. Crystal…you’re a dude.”  I simply smiled my girliest smile and said, ” I know, right?”

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Although I can be bit of  a dude, I am still attracted to masculine women. I’m also attracted to feminine women. I’m fluid like that…and comfortably so. It can be confusing for those women who like a more clearly defined type but like the song goes, ” Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes, You Don’t”.  I’m that nut sometimes…and sometimes, I’m not .

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So, ladies…I’ll get in ya. Fellas, I’ll get in ya, too…even if I’m wearing a dress when I do it. Don’t get weird about it. It’ll do ya some good to roll around in a blouse. Ya know, a feminine top. On the other hand, I do feel like bottoming out sometimes, too. It depends on my mood.

I am a Cancer after all.

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Now, Ain’t That Good News?

It’s Tuesday and I’m still humming The Smiths, “Charming Man”. I also just recently read the lyrics and the words took on a different meaning. Who’s been singing a song for years without realizing what the lyrics meant? This guy!

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Today I read to kids for the first half of the day…and it’s still my favorite substitute teacher gig. The kids, even the older ones, love having stories read to them. It’s fun and I hope that my love of reading is rubbing off on them. I think it is.

Speaking of reading, I want to catch up on RuPaul’s Drag Race. This new season has passed me by and I sure could use some Queen Time. I love everything about that show. The make up, glamour and cat fights…Oh, My!

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Today feels good. I am in LOVE with my new way of thinking. It works with my self diagnosed ADD. As long as I have four main tasks and a couple of options, I’m good. My attention is scattered and focused at the same time.

I used to laugh at people who employed life coaches. Now I know better. It’s not that I didn’t know what to do, I just didn’t do it. Now, I feel like one of those super dedicated athletes. Gotta do it for Coach! But…I know I’m really doing it for myself.  Who better to do anything for in this life?

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On a side note…somebody’s daughter needs to be mine for a weekend.

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I’m just putting that out there.