Keeping the keys

 

By Jason

A.K.A

User.Name.Unknown


Here we go again


I wanted to talk about anything else but I find myself coming back to the same topic once again:


Poetry tea. 


No one will be outed or indicted but I'm noticing a demographic of individuals who are becoming the major frustration for me, the irony being I am part of this demographic.     

And no, it's not us neurospicy people. 


It does make sense, having a night of diversity and my unwillingness to cater to those who feel like they know better than I do will ultimately upset the privileged few who aren't being spoon-fed their desires and demands at a night I MC.


I have now committed to trying to accept that I have little choice but to strive in the chaos that surrounds me. This also means I really have no time for those who try to infiltrate this space and by extension any night that I will be associated with.      


Is this a little ambiguous? 

Yes. 

Has this been spurred by some recent correspondence? 

Yes. 


Ry and myself run an amazing ship, whatever it might be called, Vibe Union would be a front runner. For some reason poetry has become a hub for the privileged few to keep dictating things but compromise at the detriment of our community is not something we are willing to do, although I will sell out for a huge sponsorship deal, I cannot speak for Mr. Ry though. 


We have another night we put on as well, check those out as well as poetry and hopefully I can talk about something different next time or just add to the ongoing saga. 


I honestly have no clue if I have made a point nor said anything worth your reading attention but alas, here we both are together, standing on this virtual stage of existence. 


I guess what I'm trying to say is:


Don't be a dick.


Xoxo 


Gossip MC



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