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Heroism on Election Day 11.16.12

So… the election was not the most exciting thing that happened to me today… In fact my day began with much more excitement than I had originally expected. I may have even saved a life… At least that’s what it felt like. On my hunt for food, after waking, stashing, and travelling, I exited the Gold line at Aliso Station and this guy, who is completely non-responsive, is leaning head-first into the fair machine. His legs are shaking slightly, his arms dangling like wet angel-haired noodles, but he doesn’t say a word. I was concerned so I called the MTA and told them what was going on… The lethargic voice on the other end of the call box seemed like this type situation was a part of his regular routine and that the man was now in his full view via… satellite cameras or whatever hi-tech thingy the voices from above use these days to spy on us regular folks… like being regular isn’t just enough. Anyway so I walk on… dude’s not responding, but I’m concerned mixed with hungry. I stop an oncoming passenger and let him know about the call and that it’s just a weird situation. However, I keep my eye on the guy and can’t seem to leave the train station when BOOM! Dude falls straight back and OUT! Both I and the other passenger run towards the guy who’s got a problem we can’t really solve and I immediately go into 10 years of CPR training mode… (just one of the many benefits of working for non-profits most my life, helping people in need meant being prepared for the worst to happen). He’s breathing is shallow. There’s no blood. His eyes are glazed over, but he’s not drugged-looking… and he’s still not responding. After about 5 minutes of checking him over and talking it over with passengers who are now concerned the voice comes back and asks me to call them using the voice box again. GREAT! An ambulance is on its way, for what seems like forever, when dude is still not responding and slowed his breathing for a few seconds. It was unnerving, but I kept tapping him and talking to him…telling him to keep breathing and asking him other random questions to make sure he didn’t totally lose consciousness. What seemed like a decade later we heard the sirens. Dude tried to lift his head a few times, while looking at me like he had found heaven… I just didn’t know what to do except to tell him that the EMTs were coming and that he should stay still. His name was on the card. He had some disability it seems, maybe he was deaf. Maybe he had a diabetic episode or slight seizure… By the time the EMTs came I booked out of there, but ran back to find out who this man was and if they knew what his problem was for future references. Large cities are full of large problems. This situation definitely drew me closer to Los Angeles in all of its glory… I will never forget how Election Day started for me… In a few moments we all will begin to see how it will end… Hopefully if I or someone I love or even didn’t love were in a situation where they needed someone to think quickly and provide help… they would… Let’s not get stuck in analysis paralysis..of our only microscopic worlds… let’s get over our differences… let’s help and lend a hand to one another. I won't deny that it felt completely amazing to help out. I felt like I'd done something really special. #Epic

\What's Going ON?

A whole new world???

So I realize that my rants on twitter and facebook have been completely consuming my life... SO much that I may have missed out on a few stellar opportunities to have my dreams fully funded... and with that of course, have more FUN! People are beginning to get that no matter what I will continue until this creation of mine looks, walks, talks, and feels like 2 top notch organizations. And let me tell you this has NOT been easy. The haterade has been quite sharp and allowed me time to GROW. California has presented many geographic challenges and I, just for one year, got super stressed. Women are applauding me with their eyes and others can believe I am this crazy to see my dream through... so crazy that I would spend warm nights sleeping under the stars. Shelter life is inadequate for many reasons. I applaud UNIVERSE for hearing my dreams and forcing me to make this life real. I totally get that you hear me and understand me.. now... I must... learn to accept that fact. The fact that I am loved, cared for and respected, even if in some ways it's distant.. in many others way I am so close to living my life... IN A WHOLE NEW WORLD!!!! *watch this space video is coming soon. As soon as we raise funds for an ipad.... or some camera angel comes along and K'POW!... Camera and transportation angels do exist! p.s. For those who are online but are also bombarded with life... but STILL want an update on what's happening, here goes: fan/personal pages: www.facebook.com/molasses.jones (best place to find me on the web besides google) (my second home) SWEET TV! www.facebook.com/SweetEntertainmentTelevision www.youtube.com/molassesjones11 The HOM Foundation: www.twitter.com/homfoundation http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-HOM-foundation/130353423779273 With the accomplishments of receiving celebriTWEETS from the likes of @GayleKing, @Martina (as in Navratilova), @ChrissieEvert, @GayCoffee, @TheRealRoseanne (Barr who's running for President under the People's Party, @TraceyEdmonds (of BabyFace/Edmonds Entertainment Fame), @HRC, @AFER, and @yokoono I'd say our message is getting out... WE HAVE WHAT WE NEED! It's reaching out calling to us... even though I have had many a sleepless night. Have had many doubters and distractions... I'm good. We're cool. Stay in touch! ~molasses molassesjones11@gmail.com

F.U.S.R.-molasses jones

F.U.S.R. (Fuck You Sorry Rappers)-molasses jones I guess I'm the only one that's pissed about what Hip Hop and the media have done to our community?

"Dear God" molasses jones

And so the latest headline reads: Queen Latifah Comes Out of The Closet Read more at http://www.inquisitr.com/232342/queen-latifah-comes-out-of-the-closet/#bmS29iGJBiLRhtg4.99 We're just sayin' that we... the blog staff, are happy to have Queen be true to herself. But We are smelling more in the pot. Shit happens in threes so although like most of you feel... we know that this is not NEWS to most of Queens LGBT friends, family, and fans. We're wondering who else is coming out in true fashion. We just read that Rhi Rhi had a date with her female mate http://www.nypost.com/p/pagesix/rihanna_goes_on_date_with_woman_bsL5ZGqPH1NuzK1fs425RJ">http://www.nypost.com/p/pagesix/rihanna_goes_on_date_with_woman_bsL5ZGqPH1NuzK1fs425RJ More than likely this is just put out there to get her name in the headlines but um for real... I mean what is the world coming to SWEET friends...

Vanessa L. Williams, Sheryl Lee Ralph, Jennifer Holliday, Bishop Desmond Tutu, Harry Belafonte, Whoopi Goldberg, Michael Irvin, Monique, John Salley, John Legend, Danny Glover, Mary J Blige I MUST MAKE CONTACT WITH!

Today?? I mean really.

I usually don't take the time out to respond to such bull.

I mean really... TODAY?? How can it possibly be that a person
in a position of power... YET AGAIN?! Is found committing such
an eggregiously racist and truly unreal act.

It makes me think... I mean what's the fucking point???

So I just take a minute and I realize that like my CRAZY cousin
would say is "sometimes you have to look at the source".

It seems the world is ripe with hatred. Ripe with evil. Ripe
with all the stuff that shows how far we've moved away from
our true nature... which is to love one another. It doesn't
make me hurt.

It makes me sick to my stomach.

Enough time spent on this. Enough said.

molasses jones

molasses jones

enjoying my first produced, recorded song more and more.

Hope you do too!

~mj

home remedies: clear skin

I'm used to being told how young I look. My age is a mystery to most.
I have a secret I don't tell. You won't find it in this post.
It was passed down to me by my grandmother, and her grandmother before her.

AS the story goes superstars were her fans and all the neighbors adored her.

"Honey" they would call her. Come on ova heah gul. Sit up on my lap. Before your momma comes and gives my neck a twirl."

And the neighborhood boys would laugh. And the girls would hiss and stare.

But the truth is she couldn't help it. The jones blood was mixed up in her
her. Her grandmother Cherokee Indian. Her grandmother White and Black.

We never give out home remedies. Because selling family secrets is whack!

(C)2012 Tiffany Gouch. SWEET Lit. All Rights Reserved.

What I Value in Myself

What I value in myself is being appreciative of what God has given me. I value that I am learning to become more receptive and open to his teachings and his blessings. I value my understanding and my interpretations of the gifts I've been given. I also value what I see in others.

To God be the glory.

What cross I have had to bear. What journeys I have travelled to get here.
None would have called me victory if it had not been for the grace and kindness of His spirit.

I value that.

I am nothing without the Omega. I am little to it's magnitude. I am but a speck of the ALL's love and kindness. I value that.

I value that at one time I thought it all too important to puff my own feathers because that is what I saw others doing. But no... that's not what
God asks. Give ME the glory... I've heard. And it's true. When I look back and WHAT I really could have gone through. The trials could have been brutally harsh but Lord and Savior soothed the way. Softened my path. Guided my footsteps with a brilliant light.

In that I see value. But not the kind of value I would have seen even just last year. I see priceless. I see and feel love unconditional, unimaginable.

HIGHER and HIGHER we ALL go.

What I value in myself is the light that I have been given by the most powerful source there is. I hope you know.

That is value.

(C)2012 Tiffany Gouch. SWEET Lit. All Rights Reserved.

suprise: love.

i'm always surprised by love. how she expresses herself. how she grabs me, pulls me in, and appeals for my attention.

the games are always new. titilating. sometimes even a bit dangerous or risque. But either way i can feel when she peeks her head out. usually at the end of her conquest. my face is covered in fudge, i'm naked but in the middle of a Midwest field. it's dark and very warm. so it must be summer. but i have no idea how i got here.

she peeks her head from behind a moon lit tree. smiling like a nimph. she makes me absolutely crazy.

she rushes over with a colorful rough feeling blanket. must be wool and wipes the fudge off my face covers me with the blanket. kisses me squarly and softly on the mouth and then disappears.

Love. is.

Always a surprise.

Whitney's Not Dead!!!

Whitney's not dead.

No! It can't be.

I just saw her singing on stage.

I just saw her on TV.

She's not dead. She's alive.

Her energy just sings.

I'm so thankful for the joy and light.

So thankful for what she brings.

I can't enjoy the funeral.

I can't enjoy the hoax.

Because Whitney's not gone.

She's too busy inspiring hope.

Maybe she travelled to India.

To see the that run and play.

Or I bet she's flying in to Soweto
asking Mandela if she could stay.

Whitney's not gone she wouldn't do that.

She wouldn't leave us here. Like that.

I miss her so much. A voice and spirit so
amazing.She would laugh to hear me say, "Yo...
She was PHAT."

Whitney I love you. Now..stop playing games
with our hearts.

Heveanly Father please give her a brand new start.

Maybe you can come back and try it again. Oh Whitney!

Please Whitney I know you hear me *softly whispering
softly* thank you so much for everything."

Thank you for being a sister friend.

(c)2012 Tiffany Gouch. SWEET LIT. All Rights Reserved.

WHITNEEeeeeeeeeeYYYY!!!!!

http://youtu.be/8QaI-M9sxW4
Used to sing this in "competitions" with neighborhood
friends. Trying of course to hit the hi notes.

Still can't say goodbye.

:.)..

to my best friend...

To my best friend.

I'm not sure what others are interested in.

It's all good and whatever's okay.

It seems that people want to poke me, prod me, and dissect

but my kind of friendship...is the kind you might
not of had as yet.

Or maybe you have.

I've learned so much from you.

No longer scared, angry, needy, or afraid.

Because it's your kind of friendship that I'd be proud
to take to my grave...

(ok... this poem is getting way to surreal.)

Anyway... I am who I am... And you know the deal.

Thanks for being true. And as always. I don't
want anything. Just thinking about u.

To my best friend.

(C)2012 Tiffany Gouch. All Rights Reserved.

follow along @molasses_jones

jesus.

Jesus wept... and then he was like...

"The Lord is my shepard. So I'm good now...

No need to cry."

THANK GOD!

(c)2012 Tiffany Gouch. SWEET Lit!
All Rights Reserved.

IT WAS ALL A DREAM!...

This where it all began. Not only will I continue to work on my foundation Eleven Squared, but
I am building the HOM foundation as well. Businesses are not just for profit anymore. Michael
Jackson and Oprah showed me basically how I can do my part to truly make the world a better
place. Now SWEET Entertainment exists!!!

I have crossed many many milestones and had to learn many tough lessons in order to make this
dream a reality. I can't believe that I am actually here... and it feeeeeeeel SO good!

Hard work is ahead. But now I am here! AND I AM TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY READY!!!!

Thanks for reading guys...

follow me on twitter if you like or look at the blessings that have come from SWEET TV! we've
surpassed 15,000 total views. And with more programming coming. The uphill is now less of a "battle"

This feels right.

Please give feedback.

Tell a friend.

AND THANK YOU!!!!

~Sincerely molasses jones
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HAPPY Martin Luther King Jr. DAY!!!!

And don't forget to dream...

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this is a good thing.

They saw me coming...

They saw me coming...

Swishing swaying.
Dark
     Lovely
              Beautiful
Intelligent
          Blessed
               Resourceful
      Resilient
Talented
     Peaceful
                Loving
                            Giving
ALL Ready
                   Successful
                                  Breathing
              Heavy
                                                          Independent
                                           Full of Life

And the panicked.

They didn't know what to do with me.

So they pooped. hissed. they gagged. and coughed.
and Sagged and dropped their faces. And they looked mad.
While others looked in interest. And even more looked away.

BUT...

now they laugh. they cry. they cheer.  they hiss. they look embarrassed.
some frown. they hide. they do the p.p. dance. Why?

THEY SAW ME COMING!

And I didn't turn away I kept going and going. and
I kept on GROWING

And I didn't know why.

Until I realized that THEY SAW ME COMING...

And that. Is just the beginning of the tale.

(c) 2012 Tiffany Gouch. All Rights Reserved.

     

Staying strong.

I've had to deal with alot of B.S. since moving way cross country.
To be honest a lot of it has been hurtful.
I've had attorney's who could help me, deny me even a conversation.
I've had people play games that left me literally out in the cold.
I've had the blessing of knowing and finding my talent and my gift. #notBS
I have had to deal with jealousy and rage from people I do not know.
I have had to sleep outside.
I have had to find ways to stay warm. To keep my composure.
I have had folks lie, cheat, and steal from me.
But I didn't want those things anyway.

I have had little help. I am gay, black, female and very talented in a land of #notTHAT. Oprah wouldn't have made it in this environment being a God-fearing straight woman. That's why she chose Chicago.

But I let them laugh.
I let them giggle.
I let them play dirty games.
I let them snear.
I let them try and hurt me, so that I look like the bad guy.
I let them not answer when I am reaching out.
I let them give opportunities to others that I asked politely for.
I let them use my circumstance as an opportunity to be self-serving.
If that's what they want to do...
I let them.
I let them.
I let.
BECAUSE through it all...

I have become stronger. Better. Tougher. Leaner. Nicer. More loving. More kind. More intelligent. And more disciplined.

And whether it is acknowledge here or not. I will be very VERY successful. In fact that I am living, breathing, loving, learning, black as tar, beautiful and full of LIGHT is a very good show of my success.

In the face of it all. I am...STRONGER!