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I’m just a human being, James (Jimione) Edmond Etika, born and raised in Sydney, Australia, 2167. Raised pretty much by my mother, she is gay, an no less a great mother, and even more so less a woman. She is my inspiration for life. My dad was cruel when we were growing up.

I am half Lebanese & Rotuman (an island which drifted off Samoa but resides near Fiji)   It’s cool being mixed race, It’s humbling in a way, Fashion, Photography and Writing have always been passions of mine. I love food, but am more concerned about my image. Black natural ironed hair, Dark brown eyes and an olive tan, big ugly thighs and fob feet, Lips that love to lock and an experienced tongue.

School was hard for me, I was bullied even at home, by my younger brother. I know it’s weird. But in and out of school I was constantly physically and verbally bullied. I am so much stronger now, but still insecure, but I hate it. Insecurity is an ugly thing.

I must have either been a dancer or a musician in another life but not attained any of my former talents, only the love. I can feel music through my soul, it dances on my heart and plays on my ear drums. I have a soundtrack to my life

I am wiser than most I think, only because I take the time to look at things in a way most people miss, and experience things someone my age just shouldn’t. A gift I see it as, I love the way the world looks to me, I see beauty even in a blade of grass.

People to me are perfectly designed, so when someone, anyone denies themselves their beauty it breaks my heart, I will always fight for someones self confidence, I would rather dance with the less mainstream girl at a party than the “hot” one, because I might be the only one.

Love. something I am not ready for, or maybe I’m just scared, I don’t get attached to people but enjoy the intimacy, call me a slut if you will. I haven’t been broken hearted yet.

Judge me as you will, but I know who I am.

Which is more than alot of people can say.