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A big job for my Literary Executor

There are seven books, that my Literary Executor also my Thing has been asked to oversee. The last book has two possible titles, and he will be the one organizing my writing , some of it going back to early childhood.
 
Only my Thing can do this as he is the only one who knows the TRUTH. The entire truth! I am making sure of this and as he is also the only man I have completely loved, I want him to do this.
 
I know I am not going to live forever, but I hope my Love for him does.; I hope he will always know how much I Love him.
A photo of  me an d my Thing , a man I love so very much; he means more to me than jus about anuthign in this world.   
I went through the  fire  for this man! yes, my natural waist length hair caught on fire, my how quickly it blazed, and in remeberance of  that, Alicia Keys “Girl on Fire”, it was really the Fire of my passion for this man that I really want to commemoate!
What I have for him and with him is “Real Love” (Macy Gray):
How I look now, age 64, multiracual, no weave, no wig, no extensions =, and no relaxer ever in my life.  Although half my hai rbirned off in a kitvhen gire, thsi is what rmains after half my hair buned off. My mother did not  have hair like this; she ws always called, “The Little Black One” as she grew up in the southen USA in the 1930s.  She hated her hair and did not want a child who would sffer as she did. Hence se sought my father  so that she would have a child with the hair she always wanted.  Tale a look at my essay, “Good Hair”, the hair my fahther had and his  immigrant father, half Caucasian, and half Indian, from India Uttar Pradesh . The hai ryou see in teh photo pnly exemplifies just how much hair I had, hor afte rhalf burned off in a kitchen fire, this is what remained. 
DEDICATED THINGDOM-18
Me today, a selfie
My parents:
My paternal grandfather, a nimmigrant who worked on the outhern railroad, half Caucasian and half Indian, from Uttar Pradesh:
FRIZZELL BRASIER
Photo shot in Tennessee
And speaking of Tennessee where my parents met, how about this song, “Tennessee” by Arretsed Development:
Finally, how  I , Thylias Moss, looked with my  multiracial  “good” hair, the full length of it, no weave, no extensions  and no relaxer ever! 
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THINGDOM! LITERARY EXECUTOR!

 

Well, I have several pojects underway, the first is closest to my heart:

 

I, at age 64, am finally in a Thing, my featured photo is me and my Thing, age 70.  Oh the wonder of this because I love this man so very much and will I never love another the way that I love him.  

 

Who knows how long a Thingdom witll last?   I do, Forever!

 

What you do not know is that I was cooking in my apaertment in Michigan when flames leapt from the gas burner, and ignited my my hair! My waist-length hair, I was a regular 4th of July sparkler.  Just a couple of weeks ago.

 

Here is the stove:

 

stove that burned my hair

 

Here is the hair that burned off:

 

 

 

 

I am lucky indeed to be alive!  My dilemma: My Thing, Thomas Robert Higginson, always liked long hair which is what I had, completely natural.  Was I ever proud of my hair, the way I could swing it, the way I never had to use extensions or relaxer that other women used,  no doubt, some men also.  

 

Me with the 100% natural hair I had before:

ON THE BRINK OF 64

 

How I looked after going through the fire:

 

 

HAIR BURNING INCIDENT-48

If you need anything done to you head, go see Pat Freeman.  All hair types, any length.

More of how I look previousl, “Breathtakingly HOT!” is what my Thing said.

 

 

and me right now:

also this:

 

 

 

Are there any set limits?  No.

As long as we want, the partners in this crime of Love?  A long time coming to be sure! I asssure you, I have no idea what the protocols of Thingdom are, but I am very glad to have it.  I have been in love with this man for quite a while, and he surprised me with this Thingdom.  I was texting with him all night, and during this, he had put his name on my featured Fb photos, and I opened my eyes to see that he was admitting that we have a Thing after so many years.  I have known him for around 20.  

 

Between hair and my Thing, which would I rather have?  My Thing, fof course.  Nothing can take the place of him.  Nothing in this world.  I went through the fire for this man! —and only for him would I do anything like this.    That’s how much I love him.  Always.

 

Chaka Khan, “Through the Fire”

 

 

Oh, by the way, my Thing is now my Literary Executor!