Tramp Stamped

November 2025

I am in the mood to swing my heavy hitter. Now, question is do I ease into it for all the sensitive Sallys of the world, or say fuck it and bite the bullet? Short and sweet or straight shooter. I am leaning towards straight shooting & fuck it today, not like I have more than 20-ish readers, and my supposed friends and family don’t share my shit anyway. Do not mistake me, this isn’t not about them. I’m leaving that in the dust with a middle finger in the air with love of course.

No news here but I often speak in metaphors so if you want to take me out of context have at it. It won’t be the first time won't be the last. If you’re wondering if this line is about you it probably is. Whatever resonates.

Now in case you can’t figure out the picture. This is my TRAMP stamp. “Fuck Yeah I Did” (is one of our t-shirts btw). Find Merch link on Website.

Now not everyone can figure this picture out. Which surprises me because we had the simple pictures in grade school that we had to add together to get the meaning. Came in the same stack of the face charts to show what emotions you are feeling.

Ahhh shit, couple of you just got it. There is a few that still haven’t so let me do the equation for ya’ll.

Penis + Potato

Another word for Penis and another for Potato

Peter + Spud, nah that doesn’t work.

Hmmm 🧐

Ohhh Yes

Dick + Tator = Dictator

Again, fuck yeah I did, and my tattoo artist had a fucking hay day designing it. I was asked when the great reveal would be and I just laughed. And, yes I have a Penis and a Potato tattooed as my TRAMP stamp.

So, WHY? Well, if you’ve been following along. EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED.

This is my artistic fuck you while evoking my right to dictate my god given Woman’s Rights.

I had this drawn up and tatted before the election. During the time I gave a round of applause to the American people for what they were voting in on my personal Tik Tok. I have a tendency to be condescending and use much satire. This is due to my lack of patience of the remaining to wake the fuck up.

What inspired the art? What are my views on woman’s rights?

Well, I cannot take full credit for the idea, and it was a rebuttal to an uneducated accusation on how my marriage was ran back in the day because I am vocal as fuck and stand my ground. So I had some ladies say I was the Dictator in my marriage. I like to alchemize words and false accusations so naturally I laughed. Number one It’s the Quiet ones you need to worry about. So I jokingly said well I will have to get a tattoo of a penis and a tator tot and just own that shit since I am al’ mighty. Again I am condescending and use much satire. Also the comment was from a WOMAN that previously said “You should have meant your no’s”. Then years later with the country going into uproar over the elections, woman’s rights, the 4B movement, Abortion, gun rights, all the different sides watching from afar during my own obedience of being an economic slave to the country knowing what my taxes are funding and not funding. Covid and vaccines dealing with the folk out there judging the ones that refused…all examples and I am not a genius and it doesn’t take a genius to figure this shit out. I couldn’t possibly list everything that was going on in the world, nor can anyone else in the grand scheme of things.

So, let's throw all that into the cauldron mix of my past experiences, all the emotions from what was done to me and what was done to my closest friends and family, how I would have rather lived what they went through then have anyone experience what I had to. Throw some more wood on the fire below, and let that bitch simmer. What did ya’ll think the brew would taste like?

See what I am doing with witchy like metaphors, well that's embracing the fact I was called a witch in grade school because I wore bones for earrings to school. Took the power back and owned it. Alchemize.

I strongly believe in the saying “Be the change you want to see in the World”.

For me that is being a woman that would have protected me when I was just a little girl at all costs. That I want women to see and embrace their power, not to misuse it, but in a manner that they have enough self respect and ability to “Dictate” their OWN sacred womb's use and distribution. To feel fully confident in protecting themselves. Not to panic but be calculated and aware (situational awareness) of the monsters they will encounter through out their life’s journey. For us to teach our daughters that it’s okay to be soft but to save it for the deserving loves that touch gently, sweetly whilst fiercely protecting. To Stop letting the good guys finish last and to have enough self worth to walk away from the ones who are not.

That they have an understanding they may not win the fight but fight like hell anyway while getting evidence on the way out. Knowing it won't end with them, they will keep going so we must to do our duty to our other sisters by getting that evidence. How to get the evidence so on and so forth.

How to handle the trauma so it doesn’t disable them because let’s face it no matter the changes we make in the world. There will always be rape, incest, molestation, need I go on. It’s the way of this world.

Apparently when a woman stands her ground, she’s tyrannical. When she’s vocal, she’s controlling. When she refuses to shrink, she’s dangerous.

I take words thrown at me and I alchemize them. Witch. Intense. Too much. Dictator. I’ve been called worse by better.

If you’re going to hand me a label, I’m going to tattoo it on my body and charge admission.

But here’s where the satire ends.

I believe in being the change I want to see in the world.

For me, again that means being the woman who would have protected me when I was a little girl.

At all costs.

Not the woman who keeps the peace.

Not the woman who avoids confrontation.

Not the woman who tells her daughters “just be nice.”

No.

The one who teaches them how to read a room.

How to clock a predator.

How to trust their gut the first time.

How to document.

How to leave.

How to fight if they have to.

Soft is sacred.

But it is not public property.

You do not owe gentleness to hands that grab.

And let’s stop pretending something.

No matter how many marches we march or policies we argue over — monsters will exist. That’s not defeatism. That’s pattern recognition.

So what do we do?

We get smarter.

We get stronger.

We stop teaching girls to prioritize likability over safety.

We stop telling women they’re dramatic for sensing danger.

We stop letting good men finish last because we’re too busy chasing chaos we mistake for passion.

And if trauma happens because it does. We do not let it disable us.

We learn how to metabolize it.

We heal without shame.

We gather evidence.

We refuse silence.

We make sure it doesn’t die in our bodies.

That’s not dictatorship.

That’s sovereignty.

So yeah.

Penis.

Potato.

Dictator.

It’s funny.

It’s petty.

It’s serious.

It’s layered.

But underneath the joke is this:

No one dictates my body.

No one dictates my no.

No one dictates my marriage.

No one dictates my free will.

I will not be “dictated” by a guilty government who sacrifices humans while eating our young for their financial gain ceremonies, and demands my mouth be censored. Their child porn is broadcasted for my children to see under the guise of evidence while it normalizes their behavior giving the other like minded (The red dot map of Pedos) the freedom to continue on with their innocence harvesting with a new founded sense of freedom because the “The weak are meat and the strong do eat” is what WE allow in our collective complacency.

I refuse to be complacent.

This is personal.

This is for me and my stance is for us all.

And if that reads as threatening to someone who benefits from women being small.

Good.