What is the difference between mahus in Honolulu and transgender women in the mainland United States? *Again, my unsupported opinion with lots of generalizations

When I was on the street I stayed in Downtown Honolulu, on Kukui Street. Men knew that was the place to go to find women and mahus who did sex work for cheaper rates than Waikiki women. Mahus aren’t simply men dressed as women. (I will find out if the term mahu has been replaced. I mean no offense.) They self identify as women and everyone else uses “she” and “her” when referring to them.


Transvestites on the mainland, from what I understand, crossdress secret part of their lives. They are usually heterosexual and the crossdressing is a secret and separate part of their lives. On the mainland, public transvestites are exclusively sex workers in some capacity. They often dress in very sexually provocative ways, which makes sense to me bc heterosexual men would like women who put their sexuality out there for all to view. Yes, I know, a big generalization. Transgender people want to become the other gender, in fact they believe their brain is actually wired to be a gender their body doesn’t manifest. They don’t necessarily want to be in the sex trade and don’t push their sexuality on the public. They just want to be like everyone else in their chosen gender.


In my humble opinion, mahus totally want to stand out. They are very aggressively hypersexual, almost charicatures of women. This aggression strikes me as very masculine. It would not be unusual to see one on Kukui Street wearing a bikini with a blond wig, a fake feather boa around her neck and a parasol (a mini umbrella) in hand. Publicly, over the top. At any time of day or night. They hang out downtown in small groups when they’re not working. Like every other working girl, they put like 30 feet of distance between themselves and the next female so cars can pull over for the specifically desired girl. They may or may not be pursuing sex reassignment surgery and they date men, either as tricks but also in real relationships. I’ve never heard a man who’s girlfriend was a mahu call himself gay or call the significant other anything other than “my girlfriend.” That’s not to say all mahus are sex workers. I have seen bus drivers, cashier’s, bank tellers. But from what I have seen, a mahu isn’t a man trying to pass as a woman. Mahus are in their own category. And it’s a public life choice, not a secret.


Now that I think of it, I don’t see a lot of white mahus. They’re predominantly Samoan but they can be any race. There’s a story, maybe urban legend, that in Samoan families, if the last born is a boy he is raised as a girl, dressed as a girl and assigned traditionally female housekeeping tasks. Someone once said that when Hawaiians went to war against each other, before whites came, warriors killed all the males in a conquered village but not mahus. I have no idea if this is true but I do know it’s far more accepted in Hawaii, even in high schools and middle schools where mainland kids suffer if classmates think they are gay.


It’s not taboo to be a mahu but it is taboo for a straight guy to admit interest in mahus. From what I observed on Downtown Honolulu streets, there are many straight men with secret desires they want to secretly indulge. These men come downtown and say:

I like dick but I’m not gay.

I know what was said because men often said it to me, a woman through and through. Interestingly, my commitment to physical fitness put me right in the middle of men seeking men.


Two Misconceptions–one about men who rape, the other about men who hire hookers


Every time I start to tell you about some truth I learned, about how foolish I used to be, I pause and wonder if I will look back at today and shake my head at my stupidity. I just want to let you know I am not holding myself out as an infallible expert but representing what seems right to me at this time. Anyway, when it came to rape and prostitution, I thought the males who engaged in such acts were desperate sorts. My ideas were formed by statements made by men denying their involvement because:

I don’t have to rape anyone. I can get whoever I want.

Rape myth

I learned this statement was not true. Men who rape are not people who would rather get consenting partners but are stuck forcing themselves on women because no one will have them. I found out for myself this was a myth when I defended myself from rapists. I was inspired by the phrase “you can’t rape the willing,” which is closely related to the misogynistic statement “when rape is inevitable lay back and enjoy it.” I took the words in a different way. What if I were to get willing. Suppose I went into what I call full crazy mode and agreed happily, eagerly, demandingly. Would he be able to go through with it. No. Men who rape quite literally cannot rape the willing. I learned in foster care that if someone wants to hurt me, never show pain or they will keep hurting me because my pain rewards them. They will keep at it like experimental rats pressing the cocaine distribution button until they collapse. If you show no pain and no fear, you are just no fun.

I don’t need to pay women for sex. I can get anyone I want.

Prostitution myth

In my experience the #1 reason men want a hooker is they want sex and they don’t want to go through any changes to get it, nor do they want to have any obligations as a consequence of having it. Prostitution is like the fast food of sex, and I mean going through the drive-thru not taking the time to go in. Fine dining is wonderful, but there is waiting involved, talking, listening, getting through the meal so you can do what you really want to do. “Men don’t pay women for sex. We pay women to leave after sex,” said one male reader. I used to be amazed at how little men want to listen to women, and how often they actually ignore women. “I don’t really listen. I just give five “yes-es” and a “no” and she is happy I answered,” said a guy who actually listened to me more than he would have cared to admit. But he didn’t have to listen for all that long and challenge his endurance. He was free to leave as soon as the deed was done. What might surprise some is that I was as glad to see him go as he was to be gone. It was all about let’s get to it and through it.

What do men get out of reading my writing? One Man’s Opinion

I was so happy to finally regain access to my successful blog. I was telling a couple about my joy and amazement

I can’t believe I got 9,400 views in 36 countries in 2018. I know it’s not Amazon traffic but it’s so empowering to think that people care about what I have to say. I feel validated.

Caroleena’s remarks about accessing expertescort2018.com/


Men don’t care about what you have to say as a person. Men want to read what a hooker has to say to figure out how hookers thinks so they can try to get free sex. Guys want to know how to manipulate women for their sexual advantage.

A man very familiar with the life as a cab driver who caters to working girls and the mahus


If guys read my site to figure out how to take advantage of women, I don’t care. I am just happy to have readers. Do whatever you want. I can’t control people, I wouldn’t even try. I have no definite goal in writing other than to tell my stories for the fun of it. I hope I do some good but, if not, oh well. Because people do care about what I say, I feel validated anyway.

The Details of Sex Work: How do providers set up appointments with clients?


*NOTE: This post is the combination of interviews with three different Honolulu providers told in the voice of one person. Any resemblance to actual people or events is unintentional. The story is based on actual events or is a total lie. FYI


Eve had been a provider in Honolulu since the early 2000’s. She started working the streets to feed a drug habit. When she got off drugs in 2003 she found she could demand more money, because she was punctual, reliable and not in a rush to get out of there to get high. In those days, using the internet was not a way of life. People still looked for services and providers by using the phone book. Eve contacted some ads under Escorts in the yellow pages and started taking referrals from the owner of the escort service featured in the Yellow Page ads. She made $300 an hour but she owed half upfront to the service so her take home was $150, minus $40 for the driver, so $110 an hour. Very frustrating to part with more than 50% of the money once she held the bills in her hands and smelled that money smell. But it’s not like she paid taxes! A long term client she had first met during her days as a Kukui Street hooker told her about the new world of online advertising. She could post ads, offering her time, or looking for film or print opportunities. All legal. Never did she offer sex or hint that she could be persuaded. She would be paid for her time and what she chose to do with that time was up to her.  Sex was not forbidden but she was not obligated. This is the same line she ran to guys who picked her up on the street. Experienced guys knew that it was the verbal agreement to exchange something of perceived value for sex that was illegal, and not the exchange of money. Old timers didn’t ask questions like “what are we going to do?” or “what is on the menu” because that’s what cops said to bait women into saying something incriminating so they make arrests. On the street she wanted to get into a car that pulled over for her and just make small talk until they got to a spot she suggested if he didn’t have a place or a preference. When guys answered her online ads she wanted to limit the topic of emails/calls/texts to appointment setting. If they asked questions she would have to cut their line because she could not risk getting arrested. And the $300 was all hers when she ran her own gig online. That’s a brief overview of the process of meeting clients. Let’s get more specific.

The picture shows a site —this site–about providers and is not actually a dating site, but you get the idea that people use their phones to go online and contact providers.

When advertising online, it is vital to mix sexiness with propriety while maintaining anonymity if you want to get clients and stay out of jail.

Readers might say, “Don’t be coy with us! Tell the truth, if you really value your readers and want to keep them? When the provider makes contact with the potential customer how is the arrangement arranged when the act of arranging can get a person arrested? It is illegal to trade sex for money. The next logical question: Is the statement “I offer my time” code for “You know you are really going to get sex. It’s just forbidden for me to say that, so don’t put me in an awkward position by asking me to give details. Just show up at the appointed time, silently place your envelope in a conspicuous location, and trust the process.

Can Men Expect Providers to Post Identifiable Pictures?

Some Providers Lie

Providers have to hide their faces in online ads.

Please don't identify me
Hidden identity

They don’t get in trouble with the law or shamed by society. Some providers use the need to be anonymous as a chance to post pix that are totally not real. Who can be sure, right? Wrong.

Unmask her!
Once she is unmasked, he will still go for it, whatever her appearance.


If you can get a guy in the door with the promise of guaranteed sex, he will more likely than not go through with the interaction. Men know they were tricked but lose the power to go against the sex drive. That’s thinking with the little head.


When the little head goes to sleep, and the big head resumes the thinking responsibilities, the men are angry about the deception. They vow never to return. They post bad reviews. So what? That’s what the provider thinks. Better one and done–than none.

Genuine online provider review!

Are you reading this for an exclusive look into a secret world only a participant can offer?

Genuine Provider Review posted in the year 2000-something on internet forum for men around the United States to discuss providers. Reposted anonymously and verbatim (word or word without editing) with provider’s permission.

I don’t usually type reviews on here as much but I will say this provider is by far my all time favorite. I have to say she just clicks with you especially the positive vibe she gives off. 1). She easy to talk to and spiritual. 2). She has an amazing Body (Gurl can give your best version of Hallie Barry in her prime form or Jazmine Guy when she was in the 90’s in a Different World day’s) “cough” cough” I’m old school LOL. Anyways her session differs really but if you want full detail PM, But if you want a great causal, quiet, great sense of humor, very spiritual, understanding, amazing body, great choice in music picking gorgeous lady. Then she is DEFINITELY the provider you want to call.


Hooker Life Hack #14: life is a good news, bad news story.

Life is a good news bad news story. The good news is you can get used to anything. But you know what the bad news is? You can get used to anything. The once unimaginable, the once inconceivable, can become routine. The thought of something used to horrify you, and now you can do that very thing without batting an die. I suppose it is necessary to adapt in order to survive. but it could easily happen that the very adaptation that enables you to survive in the short-term hurts you in the long-run. Sometimes we have to keep the horror of a bad situation alive, if it is within our power to change the situation. Acceptance may be the key to solving most problems but not all problems. Be careful what becomes acceptable to you, and question anything that was once out of bounds but you now consider alright.

Don’t confuse giving up with serenity

Hooker Life Hack: the world’s newest everyday wisdom from the world’s oldest profession

“All Men Are Gay”

That’s what one of my associates said. “All men are gay,” Mandee would reiterate when telling stories of her past. She was an adriot storyteller, so it was always fun to listen. I like the word associate, because it is more accurate than the word friend. In Mandee’s case I liked her but she didn’t reciprocate the affection. She didn’t mind my company so when I came around she’d talk and I listened to learn stuff. Even without pre-existing barriers to friendship, there appears to be a distance between women, especially providers. It is very rare to find working girls who are friends with each other rather than rivals. I look at the sites that encourage discussion among men about different providers, and they are very popular with men. Men can help each other get laid. But it seems that women cannot assist each other in a common cause. I wonder if it because it is because it is true that all men are gay.

Mandee believes the bond between men is based on a shared secret that they all know but never say, not even to each other. Mandee said every man she knew had had sex with other men, and they reveal that fact in private to working girls no one would believe even if they tried to tell. Mandee explained the process. It starts when they are young boys, like pre-teenagers. and they don’t have access to women so they play with each other. It’s never talked about outside of the locker room (or wherever) but it certainly does happen. When they grow up they get with other men, who might be dressed as women, and therefore they don’t really count it as homosexual. Or they have encounters with men who are definitely dressed as men and they both consider themselves heterosexual. Since they both call themselves “straight” the sexual contact doesn’t “count.” As for sex with mahus (pronounced MA hoo), my former associate’s belief is that men embrace other men dressed like women as a type of rejection of genetic females, a way to say, “there’s nothing you do and nothing you have that we can’t improve upon.” Yes, there is the issue of reproduction, but if you consider how much sex a person has, it is relatively rare that people really want pregnancy. Therefore, the true need for heterosexuality is mostly irrelevant.

I did some research on the subject of the hidden world of men having sex with men even though all of them self identify as straight. I have to say that it is much more common than I ever imagined. If I hadn’t fallen in love with a man who was bisexual I never would have considered male homosexuality. Like Mandee he did not reciprocate my affection for him, but for a different reason, lol. I started exploring this hidden world because I was looking for a loophole, a way into his heart. I didn’t find one but I will share my adventures with you over time.

I went for an HIV test here in Honolulu. The person giving the test was what they call a mahu. I hope that term mahu is not derogatory, and if I learn that it is, then I will substitute the proper word instead of mahu, just so you know. Well, as we wait for the results of the finger prick test to come back the person asked me how many men have you had sex with that you believe have had sex with other people. I thought about it and I responded “I cannot say that everyone does everything. But based upon my research I have to say most of the men I’ve had sex with other men.” She looked at me with total surprise. And I say “she” because here in Hawaii if a person self-identifies as a mahu who everyone else follows suit. Compared to mainland United States, defining oneself according to one’s own preference is practically accepted. She looked at me with amazement and replied “you are a wise woman.”

More on this popular subject coming soon.

Caroleena Renee, January 20, 2019 10:20 p m. Hawaii time

Choking during sex: fun, for some, but I’m not the one.


I know some people enjoy being choked during sex. Why? It’s said oxygen deprivation during orgasm heightens sensation. Some allow partners to close their airways by choking them using hands, forearms, etc….Any object that can penetrate the neck with enough pressure to close the trachea and not leave a mark will do. No one wants tell tale bruises the world can see. Possibly, people might draw the correct conclusion and think the choking was not only voluntary, but desired. People would likely look askance at the practice. I am not a convert but I don’t judge others for doing what I would avoid at all costs.

I am not interested in exploring this practice. I really like breathing. As a kid I once almost drowned and the experience left me a staunch fan of taking every breath. What you for is up to you, and consenting adults should have as much freedom as possible. No one had ever asked me, in words, but twice clients out both hands firmly around my neck without squeezing. In those vulnerable moments I was as optimistic as possible. To think the worst only invited terror. I assumed was being propositioned not threatened. To politely decline, I smoothly slipped my fingers between the hands and my neck. My vements were slow and almost casual while still being decisive. No need to upset anyone. Immediately, on both occasions, they released me. There were no further attempts to encircle my neck and the incident was not discussed. When it comes to oxygen deprivation you really have to be on the same page as your partner!

Hooker Life Hack #12: Don’t show people he is blatantly cheating bc public opinion matters

People like to say “I don’t care what anyone thinks if me!” Personally, I find it fascinating to learn what other people think of me. I think my interest stems from my inner narcissist. I can relate to the old joke that goes “Enough about me, tell me, what do you think about me!”

However, leaving aside the issue of my self centeredness, we all must pay attention to our public image at certain times and not because we are stuck on ourselves. And those times are when other people’s opinions impact our well being because we lack power in a certain area. For example, if I rent my home instead of own, I need management to think well of me so they renew my lease. I need my neighbors to regard me as someone who does not interfere with their peaceable enjoyment of their units so no one complains to management. I need good online reviews to grow my business. There is one area of public opinion I was in the dark about until a neighbor enlightened me–just now, Januart19, 2019, 10:30 p m. Hawaii time. During a lovely impromptu conversation with my neighbor Betty when she returned my runaway cat to me, Betty said:

I told Rick not to bring other girls around. We are not together, now. Maybe I wanted that in the beginning but it’s not like that anymore. He is just a roommate. I’m helping him out because sometimes you need a smack and sometimes you need a hand up. But there are still people who think we are together. If those neighbors see him bringing girls back home they’ll think he totally disrespects me. Next thing, they’ll be disrespecting me, gossiping about me, stealing from me. That’s why I asked him to have that much consideration.”the lesson: We teach people how to treat us by what we allow from them. Observers are also learning how to treat us from what they see or what they think they see. As much as I would like to be self will run riot, I live in a society. The society has rules. People need to know that human rules about respect apply to me. If not, they will be disrespectful.

You might have been long aware of the potential repercussions of baseless conclusions, and how to avoid said repercussions. But for me, it was brand new knowledge. My personal business is not necessarily my own, and private matters are judged by outsiders who haven’t a clue. I need to do my best to look proper or else pay the consequences. Who knew? Not me! But that’s all different now. I want you to know because i have much love and appreciation for people who are willing to read this many of my words.


“Never let people think some other b***h is s*****g his d**k in your home, right in front of you.” (Unless they think you requested this show, but the topic of threesomes is for an upcoming post. Lol.)

Men aren't so much accepting of lesbianism as they are in favor of women putting on a show for them. In my opinion.
Coming Soon: Why threesomes devolve into two two-somes.

Rejection by a Trick Should Not Hurt. But online Reviews Devastated

I have worried that if I am honest about my pain in my posts that people would think I was just feeling sorry for myself and dismiss my writing as the same rehashed sob story.

I need originality because I want this site to be something special. I don’t have anyone my life. To take the honesty up another painful notch I am going to admit that people don’t bond to me. I don’t know if i was damaged in early childhood foster care and developed, or shall I say “mis-developed,” maladaptive social skills. Or maybe i was born already damaged and that’s why long term foster parents told the judge no thank you when offered the chance to adopt me. Either way I came out of that experience unable to sustain relationships. My birth family didn’t look for me, nor were they interested in meeting me. There were no childhood friends or college buddies,and I didn’t even know exactly what i do or don’t do, I only know that people drift away. They might dislike me, but they never feel an emotion as strong as hatred toward me.

Into that lonely existence came drugs, which necessitated a constant source if quick cash. I was 23, young and beautiful enough to skate in my looks without worrying about my off putting nature.

In fact, the indifference people felt was an asset. My inability to stir strong feelings made me feel safe in a high risk occupation like meeting up with strangers, often for sex, but not always. What always happens is that I was alone with unknown men, totally at their mercy. And unbelievably, in spite of everything I had been taught to expect , I never had a trick hurt me. I’ve never been hit, sexually assaulted, stalked. Because i don’t matter enough. After years of work in the same place I have had only a handful of regulars. I was never a kept woman but depended on the kindness of a succession of strangers. I was always ashamed that I couldn’t cut it as a sugar baby, and this is easily the most embarrassing truth I’ve shared with you my dear readers. I owe imthe truth to you because you are the only people who seek me out on a regular basis. I’m honored.

I once had a friend who had been a medic in Vietnam he was a black man and I think he cared about me before he died. He used to scold me and say quotation marks you always be falling in love with the tricks! Quotation marks. That’s not what you’re supposed to do I wouldn’t see it that I fell in love all the time but I did care what they thought. I recall one heartbreak I thought we had had a good time. We actually had a good conversation, and I looked forward to seeing the person again then I read the online review he posted. Not good: he didn’t like my place he said it was a mess, which it was at the time he had assured me that it was all right, that he didn’t mind but of course he did. he mentioned that we had a great conversation but I was good company, I looked good but that he would not repeat. And those small limp phrases seared my heart I have the most superficial connections? Did God make me do flawed that spreading my legs isn’t enough to bring people back. my friend who died had once laughed at me and said it was convenient for me to make my problems a cosmic conspiracy because then I did not have to take responsibility. before he died he had been helping me to see where I went wrong socially, all the little things that I was not aware of until he mentioned them to me. No one understood that even though I have this great vocabulary I have no idea how to proceed socially and have no idea why I go so very wrong I only know but nothing has changed. And I live in fear that I will grow too old to be able to pander my physical where’s because then we’ll I have I hope I will have my writing because if not… no I dare not contemplate

Hookers who deny having sex with the practice of “trick f*****g”

It’s very common for sex workers to deny having sex with tricks. They are aware of the social stigma associated with hooking, of course. Many say they usually “just talk,” when asked what they do with guys. A lot of women in jail asked me what i did with the guys and it was easier to claim conversation. I always detected disdain in the question. Of course Iwanted to save face. Once, in jail, I heard a working girl acknowledge that it is quicker and easier to simply have sex with the guy then to take the time to try and avoid having sex with him by stringing him along until he has to depart. But her honesty was rare. Most working girls, myself included, say “oh no not me I don’t actually have sex with the guys.” Consider the following text I received a couple of months ago from a Honolulu based working girl I will call Skye.

You know I hardly ever have sex with Bryce and he gives me a grip of money every day. At least $300. I bet you couldn’t say that anybody gives you anything.

–“Sky,” self described Honolulu based “Ho” in a 2018 text to this author

I won’t use this space to discuss her speculation about me. However, her text is a useful, word for word quotation from her that shows how one provider attempted to insult a former provider for doing the very thing she herself does. “Hardly ever” is not a denial, but it is a way to distance herself from shame.

Ever heard of “trick f*****g”?

“Trick f*****g” is the practice of somehow using enough lubricant on one’s cleverly positioned hand to make the trick think that he has actually penetrated the provider when in fact she is holding his member in her hand. I have heard many providers claim to do it and do it so well they have repeat customers who do not know they have never had sex with the provider.

That’s why they are called ‘tricks.’

A provider who claimed to avoid intercourse altogether in a 2010 discussion.

No one wants to be on the losing team. Everyone wants to be a winner. So it is natural for providers to say they are not like the rest of the providers who don’t know enough to avoid sex. I guess that’s why i have heard one provider call another a name she could call herself. I suppose it is normal to hear one provider call another provider “whore” with every ounce of derision that she can muster. Why? Providers do not self identity has hookers, even if they flippantly use the word “Ho” the way “Skye” does. There is very little unity among providers. Maybe because no one wants to admit she is a member of a group, even if she is.

The money is good but there is a lot of sneakiness involved–for one, providers often hide that they aren’t really doing what they claim to do.

Hooker Life Hack #9: Beware of the Truth

It may be true that in certain situations the truth can set you free. But in certain other situations telling the truth can get you 20. Years, that is. Behind bars.

Never tell anyone in authority that you do things that are not approved by the establishment. Withholding information is not lying in spite of what people say. It’s merely withholding information. And that’s our prerogative.

The Golden Globes celebrated the ceremony’s diversity. The stars surely never thought to include hookers but that have to might change

The participants in the Golden Globe awards were very self congratulatory. They had cause to be proud of themselves. For the first time Asian Americans in films that don’t require them to be Charlie Chan or Bruce Lee. Openly gay people mingled with everyone because the days when everyone assumed all gay people had AIDS and we’re dangerously contagious are waning. It is normal for people to want more and more of a good thing. When this natural tendency goes off the rails addictions result. But the natural desire for more goodness is crucial to human progress. I have come up with the term “Legal Status Diversity” to name the phenomenon of allowing known ex convicts to be a part of society. Why contemplate including people best left on the sidelines? Because the real truth is that the underbelly of society is all around us. We have an addiction epidemic. This means we also have an incarceration epidemic bc the U.S. criminalizes drug use.

Addiction epidemic= incarceration epidemic=
sex worker epidemic=theft epidemic. And so on.

I am virtually certain that everyone knows someone who is touched by the criminal justice system and/or by addiction. As the consequences of these addictions unfold it will be impossible to avoid “those” people–ex-cons, hookers, i.v. drug users, people with AIDS and Hep C. “Those” people will be “our” people And when it is discovered that our society is stagnating bc the population shut out of normal life is so large. Excluding ex cons from society by denying, for example, the right to vote or obtain professional licenses, is going to create a huge underclass who will have few choices to be self supporting other than a return to crime. Include us before our exclusion starts to matter to people who matter.

Maybe one day the stories from my blog will be made into a movie, starring Halle Berry as the lead. Perhaps I will be a presenter at the Golden Globes. Or a winner for best screen play. Now that’s Legal Status Diversity.

Are we at war with Mexico and i just don’t know it?

Stay back! You are not welcome! There will be no warning shot fired.

We must be at war with Mexico. Throughout history walls were built to keep invading armies out. I admit i have no personal knowledge about how bad the illegal immigration situation is with Mexico. Kind of ironic but almost everywhere they are entering illegally used to be Mexico until the U.S. took the land. Should we be afraid Mexico will decide turn about is fair play and wrest the land from imperial America?

My real fear is that this whole border wall promise is part of a backlash against having a black man as president. I worry that Trump’s unspoken campaign message was “we are getting rid of the n****r, and we don’t want some b***h for president. Elect me and I will take an outrageous public stand against letting in dark skinned people.” We are getting deep into this government shut down over an issue that no one had ever spoken of before Trump–a trumped up problem. And it worries me because I look more like the people Trump wants out, than I look like Trump. Are we on a slippery slope with Trump? If we let him build the wall are we appeasing him like Hitler was appeased. Is the border wall Trump’s Poland?

When Obama was elected that was a day of joy and new hope in heretofore unimaginable possibilities. I was running the streets and I knew nothing about him as a person but I was ovejoyed at his election. I felt like I had somehow been personally affirmed. Everyone I asked agreed with me. No one thought we would ever see the day that there would be a black president in the United States. Sure, we thought it was possible, like travel to Mars is possible in theory but you don’t expect to really see it in your lifetime. It was the first time in my life that I truly believed that as a black person there were no limits to what I could do in the United States. I had been unaware I had been weighed down by an unacknowledged feeling of limitation, but the unfamiliar lightness of being on election night 2008 could not be denied. I really could do anything. Even me! Black adults always said do when i wad a kid but they did not really believe it (Chris Rock has a good bit about this). Now, I was superwoman.

I experienced a ratification of sorts with Obama’s election

I called my older black friend from the county jail on Oahu, the Oahu Community Correctional Center, (called O triple C) election night 2008. My friend had been a medic in Vietnam. I said to him “happy election day.” And he responded “we’ve just seen it all we’ve seen tsunamis, we’ve seen New Orleans underwater, we’ve seen planes crashing into buildings, and now we’ve seen a black president.”

Now look Just look. How did we get here? Thoughts of Hitler and my president in the same mental conversation? I never imagined that a few years later we would be building wall to keep brown people out out, or perhaps, to imprison people within.

I have a new fear I never had before. I am genuinely fearful about the personal impact of national politics on my life and the lives of my fellow citizens. If this wall impasse is not racially motivated why haven’t we even discussed a northern wall between us and Canada. I am glad to be some distance from the deep, murderous racism of the mainland, but I’m still on Earth, and therefore, vulnerable.

Identity Theft Precautions Clearly Show America’s Sexual Standards For Female Virginity

Eye catching title? I hope so. I hope many people are intrigued to find out how i connect identity theft and sexual customs. First, what is identity theft? The financial system is set up to keep us in debt. We must borrow money and pay it back slowly over a period of time. If we have no debt we have either no credit, or our credit score drops. If we have no debt creditors won’t take a chance on our unproven fiduciary about our fiduciary trustworthiness. If we pay the debt off quickly, our credit age, which is length of time we have had a debt account, is reduced. We do not prove we will repay our debts over an extended time. To my way of thinking avoiding debt or repaying loans quickly is a good sign of trustworthiness, but then again I am not someone who profits off of the interest that is charged to people who owe money.

We must acquire debt if we ever want a loan for a significant amount of money. Many people do this by applying for credit cards using identifying information on the application. Certain identifiers are not unique, such as date of birth, but the combination of this birthday with that name and social security number should be unique to one person. Every American has a date of birth, a gender, a name, a social security number, and a residence, for example. You must guard this information because in the digital age anyone can go online and use someone else’s information to apply for a credit card. There is no one looking to notice the gender or age. No one would see, for example, that I am not a 23 year old male. My identity would be hidden, unattached to the procedure. Therefore if I were inclined to be an identity thief and had acquired someone else’s personal information, I could use his information as if I were him to obtain a credit card “in his name,” as the saying goes. The items would go to anonymous me, the debt to the victim.

Everyone is eligible to apply for credit with the same personal information we all possess. There is never piece of personal information that we are all assumed to possess that interests me. Mother’s maiden name. The maiden, or virginal/unmarried name, is your mother’s surname before she married and took your father’s name. There is a universal sexual standard for women. First, a woman will marry, replace her original surname with her husband’s name, and only then have a child. Surely everyone’s mother has a maiden name just as everyone has a date of birth. I have never seen the request for mother’s maiden name followed by the words, “if applicable.” A woman is a mother therefore she must be married because no way is she screwing around “out of wedlock” and she certainly would not present an “illegitimate” child to the world by giving the nfant her maiden name as his surname. In the United States sexual sins of the mother are passed to the children. Hence an innocent fetus is given the lifelong stigmatizing label “illegitimate” or even “bastard.”

One might argue that this model is no longer universal. Customs have changed, terminology just has to catch up. My answer to that claim is: the emphasis on knowing and protecting your personal information is recent because the widespread use of the internet is only a 21st century phenomenon. This standard as been reaffirmed, like, the other day.

Do you think there’s a secret committee that runs everything? They might have said “let’s formalize sexually acceptable behavior for women in an unexpectedly subtle way.”


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