Author Archives: Commanda B

About Commanda B

Courageous soul packaged in an attractive feminine body that she never trusted. Until now. Former sex professional. Building a performance-based peace teaching movement to Honor the Pole and Heal the Bowl~

Baptized

Risky Boob is feeling so fresh and frisky! And with good cause and effect…

My righteous boobs have inspired Miss MJ to kick herself out of the dull dry nest and into wet wonderful waters of writing relief~!!! So here’s a memoir song penned on the road while driving out of a risky tour to Florida!

Day 3 of Miss Mary Jane’s first world tour…to Florida! St. Augustine, FL

BAPTIZED

Baptized in the Biscayne Bay – Yeah Yeah I’m gonna go God’s way. Baptized in the Biscayne Bay – Yeah Yeah I’m gonna go God’s way. (one, two, one two three four…)

Stranded in the Everglades on the Tami-ami Trail. Busted, broke and wasted, gonna have to use my tail. Nakedly praying for which direction to sail. I can go to mama or go back to hell. I’m coming home. 

Baptized in the Biscayne Bay – Yeah Yeah I’m gonna go God’s way. Baptized in the Biscayne Bay – Yeah Yeah I’m gonna go God’s way.

Sky blue baby doll, I’m proud of who you be. Bare chested breasted for the love of humanity. Oh brother and sister don’t you worry ’bout me. I’m cool with myself. And I am free. And I am free. And I am free…

Baptized to heal the bowl. Washed clean of society’s role. They say I’m whoring up on that pole. The only journey is of the soul. Is of the soul. Is of the soul. I said I’m free (ladi dadi dadi dadada ladi dadi da da da ladi dadi dadi dadada ladi dadi da da da)

Thighs a trembling I approached that stage. Hot tears a falling in a feminine rage. I begged that manager PLEASE let me sit out a spell. For I did not find it cool to dance in hell (oh no). 

Baptized in the Biscayne Bay – Yeah Yeah I’m gonna go God’s way. Baptized in the Biscayne Bay – Yeah Yeah I’m gonna go God’s way.

I fell down to my knees in a rented room. Feeling all my feelings of doom and gloom. GET UP CHILD, WALK said a voice in my head. NOW GO GET SOME PANTIES, AND MAKE ‘EM RED (oh Lord). I had a baptism party to go to…and it was with Girls, Girls Girls. 

Stilettos, a fringed robe, my pussy in a thong. I came back to that stage to right my wrong. Spun twice around that pole and I was good as gone. Hell is your thinking don’t you dance there long. (Hell is your thinking don’t you dance there long.) 

Baptized in the Biscayne Bay – Yeah Yeah I’m gonna go God’s way. Baptized in the Biscayne Bay – Yeah Yeah I’m gonna go God’s way. Baptized to heal the bowl. Washed clean of society’s role. They say I’m whoring up on that pole. The only journey is of the soul. Is of the soul. Is of the soul….

Now I’m tired and driving a rental car. Expensive, retreating. I did not get far. This Soul Walk to Florida was mighty hot. If heaven is your thinking, then it’s good as you got. I SAID I’M FREE!

(Copyright 2017 Peace General Communications)

 

Boobies Found

Hello Boobie Fools! Are we ready for some much needed fun? How about ACTING as if life was fun. This planet seems so harsh, yes? Not enough fools are walking on water..yet! Me? Well, Risky Boob hasn’t levitated to the bathroom…yet! But I sure have floated on a salty sea of Sea Men.

GRIN. Get it? Semen? Sea Men. SEE MEN???

Life is so much better now that I’ve found my boobie risks as humorous. It’s a miracle I found them at all!!! Yeah, yeah, yeah, I can hear your thoughts. Your boobs are attached to your body, Miss Risky Boo-bey. Obvious.

Well..what if I’m no longer listening to said thoughts? What if I’m ready to be UN-attached to said body? Said body was VERY nervous and anxious regarding being seen (or being touched) by any said men. To cope, I became a local queen of TOUCH. Kinda like that Joan Jett song about mutuality…

Do you wanna touch? YEAH. Do you wanna touch? YEAH. Do you wanna touch me there. Where? THERE! Yeah!!!

Except Risky Boob only accepted touch ONE WAY. That’d be my soft angel hands onto your excited, erect penis. One way. Or at least that was my daily intention…Ha Ha Ha huffs the lower mind. IT knows darn well how it fools you to hear only THE BODY as it hides, hides hides its thinking, sinking misery mind. Who, me? Anxious? Nah, it’s that guilty body! 

I’ve been a fool for misery. Now I’m ready to listen…TO LOVE.

Who’s to Say

Boobie Fool

 

Risky Boob, Righteous Boob Who’s to say it’s guilty lube? I’ve played the part of angry tart. A paper pauper — a starving heart. Now I’m new, now I be. A joyful fool, peaceful…free. To play anew a Fool Boobie ~

Mitigate

(Sensual Friends, I have not given up! The book project LIVES ANOTHER DAY!!!)
MY PEACE MISSION SUMMED UP IN A WORD…
mit·i·gate
ˈmidəˌɡāt/
verb
  1. make less severe, serious, or painful.
    “she wanted to mitigate misery in the world”
    2. lessen the gravity of (an offense or mistake).
    “he would have faced a prison sentence but for mitigating circumstances