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Those familiar with the nature of Sky Days ’ relationship with her two sons Genesis and Dessalines are well aware of how toxic it could and has gotten in the past — many incidents of which have played out on “ Black Ink Crew .”
Sky has spoken about the sensitive topic on several different occasions, primarily to defend herself from critics who have questioned her parenting skills.
Now her younger son Dessalines , aka Des, has something to say. On Sunday, Oct. 4, the 20-year-old took to his Instagram page, asking that fans and critics alike stop worrying about his relationship with his mother. “Why do People care more about my relationship with my mom, then [sic] we do?” Dess wrote alongside a clip of himself smirking as he looked into the camera while riding around in a car. He added, “My mom and I are [two] different people, many ways alike and many ways different. I know my mother has as much love for me as I do her. #chillwithbs.” The clip was viewed over 29,000 times. However, Des removed the comment option to avoid further discussion on the matter.
Sky revealed on “Black Ink” that she gave both her sons up for adoption at an early age. Repairing her relationship with her boys has not been an easy task. During a candid interview with celebrity vlogger Jason Lee on a Sept. 16 episode of his show “Gagging,” the reality star recently explained that although she loves her sons, she is giving them space.
“When it comes down to my sons, right now, ’cause they not kids. These n-ggas is 20-plus! I love them to death, but I was not raised to be a mom. I was raised to treat people how they treat me, and that’s what I do,” Sky said. “So when people even bash me about the way I react to things, they mad because I’m not — I’m going to say sorry if I feel sorry. I’m going to f–king’ cry if I want to cry. But I don’t think I need to do that to a mass audience. I’m not getting ready to get on Instagram and be like, ‘Yo, I’m sorry to my son.’ You shi–ing me? Who the f–k is y’all?”
As of late, Sky revealed that she is no longer involved in the lives of either of her sons. However, she does “love them to death, and that’s it.”
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Kill all the baby-boomer music journalists. Line them up on the edges of mass graves (that they've been forced to dig themselves by AK 47 toting tweens wearing black pajama bottoms and sandals made out of old tires, and Los Campesinos! T-shirts) and then neck-shoot the moldering, old, in-the-fucking-
way, saw-the-fucking Clash-at-Victoria-fucking-Park-in-1977 fucking geriatric bastards. And then send their weeping mothers the bill for the bullets.
That, in a nutshell is the radical plan to reform music journalism proposed by 25-year-old gunslinger Dom Passantino in a blistering attack on the generation of festering music-writer zombies that the snarling young turk says are cluttering up the music journalism landscape with their annoying Werthers Original sucking noises and their constant tedious fucking non-stop muttering about how it all used to be Fields of the Nephilim around here when back they were lads.
Passantino is part of a new exciting wave of fresh young writers who argue - with some justification - that they are being smothered by a festering, piss-reeking, wrinkled-flesh blanket of old cunts who, if they had even a shred of self-respect, would just fuck off and die and leave the dance floor to the juves.
Dom Passantino and his fellow oldsterphobes are calling for a new year zero - A Dom's-day if you will. And the date they have chosen isn't 1977 (oh will you shut the fuck up about punk fucking rock you boring old tart) or even 9-11 (which yet another generation of-used-to-be-radical old farts like Martin Amis and Christopher Hitchens and Dennis Miller have chosen as the-day-that-changed-everything).
No, the new year zero - says Passantio - is 1997 . Why? Because that was the day Britpop died (at fucking last) and paved the way for the seminal (in the literal sense of that word) album of the fucking millennia, the record that made Lemmy out of Motorhead say: "That's it, I retire": Belle and Sebastian's epic, epoch molesting, planet shattering, cosmos birthing, atomic thunderclap of a stone cold rockin' classic Chicks, Drugs and Harleys - Bring it the Fuck On .
Passantino's logic is impeccable. Why are all these old cunts with their Weller haircuts and coke-guts and eyeglasses and badly-fitted dentures that make a really creepy clacking noise still fucking writing? Why aren't they fertilizer? Why aren't they literally pushing up the daisies - daisies being an artful metaphor for a fresh, young, exciting, new crop of writers who don't secretly do the baggy-trouser skank to Madness' Greatest Hits when they get home to their disgustingly pokey piss-and-cats reeking old people's flats after a hard day's kicking the shit out of Los Campesinos! for an audience of similarly senile old punk cunts who should just fucking die of cancer or AIDS or Alzheimer's or some other fuckin disgusting old peoples fucking disease or ah who gives a shit just die you old cunts just DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE.
But does he go far enough? I have argued for a long time for the state-subsidised mass-murder of all music journalists over 25-years-old. True we'd lose some cracking writers and cause a lot of human misery and suffering, but on the plus side we'd live in a universe where Q didn't exist.
And when I say "we", of course, I mean you. Because I'd be dead.
Frankly I think it's the only way to shut me the fuck up. I mean who gives a fuck what I think anyway? I certainly don't.
And next year I'd be joined by Dom Passantino. Can I request now that we be buried together, intertwined like Ancient Greek warrior lovers, thus causing the alien robot squid archeologists in the year 4012 to scratch their throbbing giant computer-brain-cages with their super-advanced semi-liquid-space-metal tentacles as they wonder how these two obviously brutally murdered men - one old and the other, like, rilly rilly rilly old - were intertwined in life as they are in death?
Or even better, every year open that grave up and sling in the next generation of 25-year-old, past-their-fucking-pontificate-date music hacks so that when the Angel Gabriel blows his horn to signal the dead to rise on the day of judgment, this huge interlocked mass of creaking hack bones will rise from the grave like some enormous skeletal super zombie which will then engage is a mass fuck-in-a boney post-mortem sex and drugs and tediously over-told fucking anecdotes fucking orgy where slime encrusted femurs rasp chitinously into flyblown sockets and worm-gnawed fists are rammed repeatedly into crumbling pelvic girdles. Oh fuck me I've just come all over the fucking keyboard. But it was worth it.
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Placed in cuffs, ball gagged and tied with green rubber dyna-band. I guess it's one way to stop.
Oh bon sang ! Vaincue par la kryptonite, puis attachée et baillonée par des méchants !
Oh damn it ! Defeated by Kryptonite, then tied up and ballgagged by bad guys !
Being gagged and drooling in latex on www.latexcamera.com has never been more fascinating!
Never expected this to happen. It was fun and exhausting. I hope you enjoy my predicament.
a friend of mine tied me up, ballgagged me and left me to struggle as punishment, her ropework is much tighter (and nicer) than this though!
A little self bondage goes wrong when I dropped the keys. Picking them up is going to be quite difficult while bound.
What happens in space, stays in space
The start of a very interesting evening. I hope she likes it.
"Master, when are we going to go OUT??" The fourth time I asked He took me by the arm and told me to sit in the closet. He cuffed and ballgagged me while He went to get Himself ready.
Catsuit Spreader-bar Tie With A Venus Butterfly Vibrator
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Master left me a message on my answering machine. Before he came over I was to be gagged and kneeling. Master IS to be obeyed!
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Then I wondered what Anne Coaltar would look like in a ballgag and a collar and a leash. It's only natural ...
I had several gags applied to me, this was a large ballgag that barely fit in! My jaw was aching after this one.
there is hilarious clip with this singing gal somewhere in YT, or Vimeo, or in other e-places but we failed to record it and convert into our purpose
Ball-gag applied via free app Juxtaposer Jr.
One of those "no face pic, no chat" conceited Jock Asses gets captured and Ball-gagged (virtually-speaking). I had a lot of fun making this one!
Well, at least the chaise is comfy!
This getup took so long that poor me only had 2 minutes of dance time Saturday night! This was after they were shutting down for the night. You know, it's a little hard to dance anyway when bound like this! Mrrph!
Even when decked out in glow sticks, Sabre still can't avoid being muzzled! This getup took so long that poor Sabre only had 2 minutes of dance time Saturday night! XD
This getup took so long that poor me only had 2 minutes of dance time Saturday night! This was after they were shutting down for the night. I couldn't help myself but strike a "Draw Me Like One of your French Dragons" pose on top of a speaker! XD
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