24 Jan 2011
17 Nov 2010
Chromeo... oh Chromeo... Where for art thou Chromeo?
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Interviews,
Jackee,
Music
Today I had the spectacular chance to interview a band I have listened to and adored for a long time, Chromeo.
I first heard their music at a friends house back in 2004, I became addicted. A healthy addiction though.
Today I got to interview P-Thugg from Chromeo for super-hot website www.bangbangberlin.com
[which you all know I write for by now, if not, keep up!]
to read the interview... click HERE
I am still smiling from ear to ear! EEEEH!
I first heard their music at a friends house back in 2004, I became addicted. A healthy addiction though.
Today I got to interview P-Thugg from Chromeo for super-hot website www.bangbangberlin.com
[which you all know I write for by now, if not, keep up!]
to read the interview... click HERE
I am still smiling from ear to ear! EEEEH!
14 Nov 2010
Moving house
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Jackee
After years of faithful service, Jackee Word will be relocating, with Tumblr.
http://Jackeeword.tumblr.com
this blog will still be active, so will Jackeeart
I just feel tumblr has more of what I am looking for, more individuality and a main reason is i can post x-rated stuff and it not matter.
Thank you to everybody who has visited this page since the first ever post, all the the posts are still available here AND on tumblr.
So remember to add this link to your bookmarks, right next to where Jackeeword.blogspot.com is :)
http://Jackeeword.tumblr.com
this blog will still be active, so will Jackeeart
I just feel tumblr has more of what I am looking for, more individuality and a main reason is i can post x-rated stuff and it not matter.
Thank you to everybody who has visited this page since the first ever post, all the the posts are still available here AND on tumblr.
So remember to add this link to your bookmarks, right next to where Jackeeword.blogspot.com is :)
I cried...
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Jackee
Tonight I did it, I let it out. I haven't cried this much since my mum found condom wrappers in her bed when I was 16.
I cried for everything, to the point where it wasn't even coming out from my chest anymore it was coming from the brain and the eyes.
I cried for every moment in the last 6 months, I cried about the deterioration of my life, I cried at the naivety of me moving to another country, the craziness of it working out, and the stupidity of me letting it fall apart to this level. I cried for health issues past, I cried for stress of learning another language, I cried mostly for relationships lost, That sudden realization you can't hold that person again when you want to. I cried for family members passed away, I cried for meaningless moments that have made coffee like stains on my life, I cried for not coming across the way I should, I cried for not seeing my family enough, I cried for financial fear, I cried for every stressed nerve ending in my body. I cried in pity for the people who are intentionally going out of their way to make my life a misery. I cried at the state of my bedroom.
I did a whole lot of crying, as you can see. my eyes are puffy but I feel good, I have needed this cry for months, and i'm surprised it didn't last longer than 2 hours considering the facts. My muscles finally feel like someone has injected morphine into my system, just from crying.
I think everyone should go and have a cry, for everything and everyone that you can't get back or have to fix and can't find the energy, the help or the motivation to push yourself to sort your life out.
god, this is a similar feeling to this body balance, yoga and pilates class i used to do back in London, you felt stoned for hours after.
I cried for everything, to the point where it wasn't even coming out from my chest anymore it was coming from the brain and the eyes.
I cried for every moment in the last 6 months, I cried about the deterioration of my life, I cried at the naivety of me moving to another country, the craziness of it working out, and the stupidity of me letting it fall apart to this level. I cried for health issues past, I cried for stress of learning another language, I cried mostly for relationships lost, That sudden realization you can't hold that person again when you want to. I cried for family members passed away, I cried for meaningless moments that have made coffee like stains on my life, I cried for not coming across the way I should, I cried for not seeing my family enough, I cried for financial fear, I cried for every stressed nerve ending in my body. I cried in pity for the people who are intentionally going out of their way to make my life a misery. I cried at the state of my bedroom.
I did a whole lot of crying, as you can see. my eyes are puffy but I feel good, I have needed this cry for months, and i'm surprised it didn't last longer than 2 hours considering the facts. My muscles finally feel like someone has injected morphine into my system, just from crying.
I think everyone should go and have a cry, for everything and everyone that you can't get back or have to fix and can't find the energy, the help or the motivation to push yourself to sort your life out.
god, this is a similar feeling to this body balance, yoga and pilates class i used to do back in London, you felt stoned for hours after.
13 Nov 2010
Dreams...
I wonder what my dream means when
I am shopping with friends, we all get kidnapped, some beaten, we are make to be naked and bound together, we escape.
I wake up, due to the fact that people can't leave me alone even when i'm sleeping.
I go back to sleep, and in a separate dream I am kidnapped again, only this time is on a bigger scale.
with people I don't know, on a ranch, the masters of the ranch happen to be the judges on America's next top model.
We are forced on all fours like dogs, made to carry plates of food on our back. We are made to do tasks, we watch other people arrive, screaming and crying in the state we were in when we arrived.
I wonder why my dreams were so colourful last night. and so morbid.
I am shopping with friends, we all get kidnapped, some beaten, we are make to be naked and bound together, we escape.
I wake up, due to the fact that people can't leave me alone even when i'm sleeping.
I go back to sleep, and in a separate dream I am kidnapped again, only this time is on a bigger scale.
with people I don't know, on a ranch, the masters of the ranch happen to be the judges on America's next top model.
We are forced on all fours like dogs, made to carry plates of food on our back. We are made to do tasks, we watch other people arrive, screaming and crying in the state we were in when we arrived.
I wonder why my dreams were so colourful last night. and so morbid.
12 Nov 2010
Let me tell you a story kids....
Jackee meets boy in club, Jackee instantly attracted and infatuated by said boy in club.
Jackee has a crush big time, Jackee melts and quivers when he is in the company of said boy
Jacke and said boy hang out every day, all ours, having fun, having orgasms and having anything else in the world mainly due to that invincible feeling you get when you meet someone super cool. Said boy helps Jackee in ways that are of a mountainous degree with personal life matters. for which Jackee will always be greatful.
Jackee, Feeling smitten stupidly wants clarity and to name things
Said boy isn't ready for that, said boy ends it to not hurt Jackee in the long run.
Jackee hurt but still not possible to get the smell off his pillow, the empty feeling from the other side of the bed, the taste of the cum from his lips, Jackee is determined to do everything he can to make said boy fall in love with him
Jackee's plan works, temporarily, After 3 months of defining nothing, Jackee "went from being "single" to being in a relationship.
Jackee felt complete, for a few days, before said boy reminds himself of his commitment fears and runs a mile.
Jackee knowing that this was the case, prepared in his head already so he knew what to feel, and strangely not caring, he sits on his bed and thinks about things that maybe were his fault, listing how he could of destroyed the relationship, and for once, Jackee hadn't... this time it wasn't Jackee. Jackee, as upset as he is that he has to let such a spectacular specimen of man go, someone with a gorgeous body, a beautiful kind heart, and great social skills, a man he will always respect, Jackee doesn't feel as upset as he should. He is proud that he is getting better at this relationship stuff, he is proud he didn't cock it up, he is proud he had such a spectacular time with a great person.
And he is happy leaving it at that, even if he now has to face the humiliation of what looks like a one week relationship when infact it was much much longer. And just like that...
No more waiting around, No more thinking for two, No more having to care about appearance even when in bed, Now Jackee can wear that cologne with what said boy thought to be an unbearable smell, Now jackee can spend evenings happily masturbating and looking like crap, Now Jackee can pinch a few of these gorgeous german bottoms, Now Jackee can focus once again on his blossoming career, Now Jackee can concentrate on friendships lost and friendships gone stagnant.
He meant the world to me, honestly, and still does, but i'm happy. And i think because of that he is too, which makes me happier.
Jackee has a crush big time, Jackee melts and quivers when he is in the company of said boy
Jacke and said boy hang out every day, all ours, having fun, having orgasms and having anything else in the world mainly due to that invincible feeling you get when you meet someone super cool. Said boy helps Jackee in ways that are of a mountainous degree with personal life matters. for which Jackee will always be greatful.
Jackee, Feeling smitten stupidly wants clarity and to name things
Said boy isn't ready for that, said boy ends it to not hurt Jackee in the long run.
Jackee hurt but still not possible to get the smell off his pillow, the empty feeling from the other side of the bed, the taste of the cum from his lips, Jackee is determined to do everything he can to make said boy fall in love with him
Jackee's plan works, temporarily, After 3 months of defining nothing, Jackee "went from being "single" to being in a relationship.
Jackee felt complete, for a few days, before said boy reminds himself of his commitment fears and runs a mile.
Jackee knowing that this was the case, prepared in his head already so he knew what to feel, and strangely not caring, he sits on his bed and thinks about things that maybe were his fault, listing how he could of destroyed the relationship, and for once, Jackee hadn't... this time it wasn't Jackee. Jackee, as upset as he is that he has to let such a spectacular specimen of man go, someone with a gorgeous body, a beautiful kind heart, and great social skills, a man he will always respect, Jackee doesn't feel as upset as he should. He is proud that he is getting better at this relationship stuff, he is proud he didn't cock it up, he is proud he had such a spectacular time with a great person.
And he is happy leaving it at that, even if he now has to face the humiliation of what looks like a one week relationship when infact it was much much longer. And just like that...
No more waiting around, No more thinking for two, No more having to care about appearance even when in bed, Now Jackee can wear that cologne with what said boy thought to be an unbearable smell, Now jackee can spend evenings happily masturbating and looking like crap, Now Jackee can pinch a few of these gorgeous german bottoms, Now Jackee can focus once again on his blossoming career, Now Jackee can concentrate on friendships lost and friendships gone stagnant.
He meant the world to me, honestly, and still does, but i'm happy. And i think because of that he is too, which makes me happier.
11 Nov 2010
10 Nov 2010
Bitches...
To the person, and you know who you are, who has recently been making stabbing comments about me to other people, who quite possibly could have been employers, I firstly call you forward, even though I can guess who it is.
If i have offended you in whatever way, It was not intentional, But from what I hear back you are nice to my face, which makes the situation more delicate.
I now have to ponder who of these people are being fake to me.
I was originally going to post the email i received and the response I gave when I woke up this morning but I won't.
I got an email from a mystery employer who wouldn't give any details other than his name, even when I had asked for more details on separate occasions. After sending my CV like requested I got back an email saying that the gay community is small and that I had upset someone, that i was arrogant, that I write about cheating people with my underwear on my blog [which I would love to find THAT blog post, it does not even exist] on top of that my eyes are supposedly cold, which would scare customers. also i need "proper friends"
This is a brief version, so i will give a brief version back, publicly, as i always do.
To the person who is saying such stuff about me, let it be known right now that I do not like you, and any effort to say hello to me in a club environment should be forgotten, it shows you are a snake and sly if you will be nice to my face, too cowardly to tell me what you think of me, yet still read my blog, still gossip about my life.
I do have proper friends, I have spectacular friends. If i happen to meet a lot of people, that is to be expected that i can not spend every second of every day with every one i meet, I have my immediate close best friends, who i love and cherish, and then I have my club friends.
A friendship is a two way street, if you are annoyed that I do not speak to you or hang out with you as much as you like, you should offer to hang out with me too, you should make an effort too, if you are a nice person with a kind heart, i will want to hang out with you, and that is what my best friends are.
But evidently you, to me, are scum.
I write everything about my life on this blog for these reasons exactly, if someone wants to judge me or the way that I am, they can read this, you can tell everything about me from my blog.
On the topic of underwear, a quote from this was that i was "cheating people with fake underwear",
Firstly, so much wrong with this sentence, what is fake underwear? underwear is underwear, how can it be fake?
Secondly every stain on there is down to me, I wear the underwear myself, the only time I haven't done that is when it was kids underwear, and not for "moral reasons" but because it simply wouldn't fit on my body. I do a fantastic job of what I do, I have a client database which are always satisfied, I also have boys of which I train to do the same, and give spectacular customer service, I have never written any names on this blog of any customers and I have never written about cheating anyone with my underwear.
I do an honest job, I get the money I deserve. I enjoy my job and until that person is selling their underwear to the scale I am doing, I would love to know exactly how I am cheating someone with my underwear. I have some spectacularly lovely clients, clients who read my blog also, who would happily say about the quality of which I work.
On the brief topic of arrogance: I have a low self esteem, which to anyone with a brain would recognize that, in fact anyone who has read my blog for longer than a day would know that, I push myself to get as far as I can in life, if you want to call that arrogance you can. I would much rather be a rose than a wall flower and if that means that the word arrogant gets thrown upon my back then so be it.
It worries me that Berlin has these type of people here, in london it is to be expected, but berlin is meant to be so "real" and so "without cares" yet it has proven to be similar.
The same kiddy bitches who can't handle anyone who is doing anything remotely different, or striving to do something better with themselves.
The last note i will add, and this is serious, If you do have a problem with me, of which you find me unbearable and feel the need to bitch about me behind my back, i'd much rather you told me to my face so that I could know not to speak to you in a club, or in the street. I am nice to everyone until they are not nice to me, that is a fact.
There is obviously something you have done if i have done something to you, i do not just do or say something without provocation. So be honest with me, and with yourself, about the real reason why you are trying to take me down.
I understand people read my blog who may not like me, but why?
If you don't like me, don't involve me in your world and I will do the same.
My blog is here for people i have met in other places to know what I am doing with myself around the world, because I don't have time to write personally to everyone I know and inform them. If you don't like me, and don't like what I do, then don't read what I do. Please.
Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids.
If i have offended you in whatever way, It was not intentional, But from what I hear back you are nice to my face, which makes the situation more delicate.
I now have to ponder who of these people are being fake to me.
I was originally going to post the email i received and the response I gave when I woke up this morning but I won't.
I got an email from a mystery employer who wouldn't give any details other than his name, even when I had asked for more details on separate occasions. After sending my CV like requested I got back an email saying that the gay community is small and that I had upset someone, that i was arrogant, that I write about cheating people with my underwear on my blog [which I would love to find THAT blog post, it does not even exist] on top of that my eyes are supposedly cold, which would scare customers. also i need "proper friends"
This is a brief version, so i will give a brief version back, publicly, as i always do.
To the person who is saying such stuff about me, let it be known right now that I do not like you, and any effort to say hello to me in a club environment should be forgotten, it shows you are a snake and sly if you will be nice to my face, too cowardly to tell me what you think of me, yet still read my blog, still gossip about my life.
I do have proper friends, I have spectacular friends. If i happen to meet a lot of people, that is to be expected that i can not spend every second of every day with every one i meet, I have my immediate close best friends, who i love and cherish, and then I have my club friends.
A friendship is a two way street, if you are annoyed that I do not speak to you or hang out with you as much as you like, you should offer to hang out with me too, you should make an effort too, if you are a nice person with a kind heart, i will want to hang out with you, and that is what my best friends are.
But evidently you, to me, are scum.
I write everything about my life on this blog for these reasons exactly, if someone wants to judge me or the way that I am, they can read this, you can tell everything about me from my blog.
On the topic of underwear, a quote from this was that i was "cheating people with fake underwear",
Firstly, so much wrong with this sentence, what is fake underwear? underwear is underwear, how can it be fake?
Secondly every stain on there is down to me, I wear the underwear myself, the only time I haven't done that is when it was kids underwear, and not for "moral reasons" but because it simply wouldn't fit on my body. I do a fantastic job of what I do, I have a client database which are always satisfied, I also have boys of which I train to do the same, and give spectacular customer service, I have never written any names on this blog of any customers and I have never written about cheating anyone with my underwear.
I do an honest job, I get the money I deserve. I enjoy my job and until that person is selling their underwear to the scale I am doing, I would love to know exactly how I am cheating someone with my underwear. I have some spectacularly lovely clients, clients who read my blog also, who would happily say about the quality of which I work.
On the brief topic of arrogance: I have a low self esteem, which to anyone with a brain would recognize that, in fact anyone who has read my blog for longer than a day would know that, I push myself to get as far as I can in life, if you want to call that arrogance you can. I would much rather be a rose than a wall flower and if that means that the word arrogant gets thrown upon my back then so be it.
It worries me that Berlin has these type of people here, in london it is to be expected, but berlin is meant to be so "real" and so "without cares" yet it has proven to be similar.
The same kiddy bitches who can't handle anyone who is doing anything remotely different, or striving to do something better with themselves.
The last note i will add, and this is serious, If you do have a problem with me, of which you find me unbearable and feel the need to bitch about me behind my back, i'd much rather you told me to my face so that I could know not to speak to you in a club, or in the street. I am nice to everyone until they are not nice to me, that is a fact.
There is obviously something you have done if i have done something to you, i do not just do or say something without provocation. So be honest with me, and with yourself, about the real reason why you are trying to take me down.
I understand people read my blog who may not like me, but why?
If you don't like me, don't involve me in your world and I will do the same.
My blog is here for people i have met in other places to know what I am doing with myself around the world, because I don't have time to write personally to everyone I know and inform them. If you don't like me, and don't like what I do, then don't read what I do. Please.
Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids.
9 Nov 2010
I'm gunna have my bite, sir.
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Jackee
These vile sacks of shit that life seems to be throwing at me is just not sticking to me, thankfully.
Nothing is going to, as spoken by a hero, and i speak for a lot of us when i say Miss Streisand is a hero, Nothing is going to rain on my parade.
The dark clouds that have constantly hovered above me are clearing, and for once in the last 4 months i feel like I am effectively swimming against the current and soon i'll be out of the ocean and back on dry land. Just in time for Christmas! so maybe it wont be dry land, but at least it's land, i can only doggy paddle for a while before i get tired.
Nothing is going to, as spoken by a hero, and i speak for a lot of us when i say Miss Streisand is a hero, Nothing is going to rain on my parade.
The dark clouds that have constantly hovered above me are clearing, and for once in the last 4 months i feel like I am effectively swimming against the current and soon i'll be out of the ocean and back on dry land. Just in time for Christmas! so maybe it wont be dry land, but at least it's land, i can only doggy paddle for a while before i get tired.
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