The psychic told me that I am a priest.

I am an English Priest from 1100 A.D.

I am a male  English Priest from 1100 A.D. and I am corrupt.

I accept sacrifices for selfish gain from parishioners in the form of sexual favors.

Particularly young women.

I was excommunicated and started a cult.

I had a huge following.

I died in my sleep.

I was born again in the Midwest of the United States in 1975.

I am not English, but I have studied English for the past 25 years.

I am not English but the slave owners who owned my family, were, hence the English surname.

I am an Anglophile, for kicks.

I was in Los Angeles, in 2006, celebrating Chinese New Year in a restaurant in China Town.

I ordered Spring rolls and out of no where the waitress says,

Did you know I was sold as a prostitute when I was 14? It hurt me so badly.

I touched her hand.

She smiled.

Random Confession.

In 2007, I am at Bubba Gump’s in Universal City and the waiter, uninvited, sat down at my table

and explained how is gall bladder surgery ruined his marriage.

I listened. I  nodded, a lot.

In every elevator, in every department store in every parking lot someone sees me

comes up to me

And tells me all about their lives.

My ex, my friends all say- why do crazy people just come up and start talking to you

Like they have known you their whole lives?

Residual from priesthood.

I thought about this and wondered, how else does my life now

parallel what the psychic saw?

I am no longer a man, but according to all of my test scores on every random

internet test for fun I score as having a man’s brain.

I am more masculine in mind than many of my male friends.

Logical. Analytical. Methodical. Precise.

I am creative but I am a builder. I believe in getting things done with the minimal amount of whining.

I believe in taking what you want.

I love lap dances.

Residual from being a dude.

I would not say that I am corrupt yet- I can be a little manipulative and pretty sleazy.

I still accept sacrifices of sorts, clothes, jewelry, money, and time

The best one is their time

still for selfish gain

Breaking young boys and girls  hearts is my default way of deriving joy from this ride.

Residual perversion.

I was not excommunicated from my church

I just left

at around 15

because the shit just didn’t make any sense anymore.

I felt bullied and tricked.

If I am created in the image of god

Am I not one?

Residual rebellion.

And now I am a writer, once again, on the search for followers.

I think coming back to earth in the body of a woman

A black woman

was meant to be my punishment

for being so heartless and cold

In a previous life

unfortunately this skin suit

These hips and tits

has only made it easier to be so.

Well, world I accept it.

Its back.

And it ain’t learned shit in the past 900 years.

Will I reach Nirvana?

I smile.

No, not this go ’round.