Well,I don’t actually like doing formal work, all the time, I prefer unconventional work that needs some creativity, for sure I write the occasional article and social media conversion content, you can see examples of my work here
Now for a basic list of unconventional services I provide:
1- Love letters and wedding vows; my favorite, I’ll chat with you for a while, know some of your good memories and read some of your social media public interactions, or you can give me some of your correspondence and I’ll craft you a love letter/ wedding vow worthy of Romeo or Juliette themselves.
2- Apology letters, pleas or special requests that you need to be as perfect as possible.
3- Scholarship/college essays, I’ll guarantee you that you won’t get rejected for your writing so if you don’t do anything stupid and got good grades you’ll be in, BUT not my favorite kind of task so expect the payment to be higher than my other services (fair warning I start negotiations at 100$ and I don’t go lower than that).
4- Resumes/Cover letters; see this reddit post (https://www.reddit.com/r/slavelabour/comments/b5e60p/offer_ill_write_you_a_world_class_resume/) for more info
5-Press Releases, Social media posts to control reputation damage.
6- I’m flexible and those are what came to mind when typing this post, basically, I have a strong empathic sense (don’t matter the pseudoscience) all you need to know that I’ll put myself in your shoes and write on your behalf whatever you want to be written PERFECTLY.
7-I’m flexible with the pricing as long as you’ll be friendly and share your happiness with me after you succeed in what you seek, consider messaging me after your success a part of my payment, I don’t just do this for the money even though I need it.
8-I don’t get paid upfront only after I deliver you the work, I’m not responsible for your success in what you seek though.
9-Our deal won’t be based on the number of words, more on the service itself, most of my services cost between 25-50$, only exceptions are articles and essays which might be based on the number of words or how it’s importance to you.
10-Sometimes I can do the work for free or for a lesser fee, coz as I said, I’m not doing this just for the money. But please don’t exploit that as I need the money, but I also like to spread kindness so don’t repay my kindness with abuse, please and yes it happened before.
For any inquiries just fill out this form, I usually respond instantly since I’m a ghost who is almost 24hrs available online.
So, I am on a short break, I’ll hopefully be back by the end of January to write better and more intelligent content because I’m awesome, so in case you have any inquiries be sure to drop me a message.
The dream that haunted mystics and shamans since the dawn of age, the objective of The Buddha, the argument of the philosopher, the Sci-fi writer’s favorite plot device and the fantasy of the common man.
Ascension or reaching godhood, to sit among the Gods as an equal and to be one of them.
Psychologically speaking, everyman, no matter how introverted he is, craves recognition, leadership, and reverence by his peers.
Unfortunately this is not how the powers-that-be designed our world, and this is not how father Earth wanted his subjects to be, so naturally, common men fled to the realm of dreams, and philosophers fled to logic and the apparent result was concluded to be the Superman ( or The Übermensch if you are obsessed with semantics)
How I see him
Forget about Nietzsche and his Übermensch , Let me describe how i see him I see him as a Superman not so unlike the comics, that even so he can not fly or shoot laser from his eyes, he is so much better than the common man he is a God amongst men, a man so righteous, so wise and so smart that when his earthly visit ends the Gods embrace him fondly; deeming him good enough to join their midst.
I see the superman as a man who is more like Batman of the comics than Superman, he is at the absolute height of his physical, mental and moral abilities that he has already reached his limits and affecting society around him in a way that he makes permanent change to the status quo on a daily basis , he is a man that is so humble, so selfless and so kind that men around him strive to help him reach the utopia he so much preached about , he is strong but not intimidating, he is smart but not condescending.
In short, he is everything that you and I can never be my friend.
Since our homebred religions (I’m middle eastern) never had enough imagination to cover this subject, I’ll have to borrow concepts and descriptions from eastern religions.
But before we dwell into this, let me say that I’ve always seen myself as a soul occupying a body, speaking about my body as if it was me and all that I am, was always foreign to me and always felt so strange when other people did it.
I’ve always viewed myself as a soul occupying an earthly vessel and this was even my imagination as a kid, no internet and no external influence whatsoever.
Well, i wanted to write really knowledgeable coverage about the subject, but I realized that googling the info is easy enough and no point of me stating info that’s easily available, so to cut it short, according to eastern religions, we (human mortals) exist in an endless cycle of life and death, called reincarnation , where a human lives, dies and if he was a bad person, he gets downgraded to the life of an animal, if he was a regular person, he gets reborn as a human and if he was a good person (previously described as the Superman in this piece) he gets upgraded to the state of a God, not a creator god though, more angel like, just a stage above humanity where souls exist as pure energy.
My own view
My view to this problem started so early, like at the age of 16 may be less, I don’t remember exactly how it happened, this was back before we had easily accessed internet and books discussing subjects other than socially sanctioned spirituality, so I can argue that this quest was inherent. I always had this question, a question I was so eagerly searching for an answer to, the only problem is, I was never able to pinpoint this question, so reaching an answer to was (and still is) impossible. At first, I thought it was a question about money, but it appeared it was not, the interesting thing is, i always felt that the answer to this question resided inside my own head, by the time I discovered that I was self-initiated magickally, no matter that I dropped the naming to myself later, I was still looking for an answer to myself, daily meditation to the point that if I sat alone still for a while, I automatically turned into a human statue, eagerly searching to an answer ; an answer to a question, to this day I can not pinpoint.
All I know for sure is that the answer to the problem of my human state was embedded deep into my subconscious and apparently into the subconscious of every living human being, feeling the question and the need to find its answer mainly depends on how indoctrinated a person is and how fine-tuned he is into the voice lying back into his head.
Ending this, I’ll borrow a statement from the developers of a famous Linux distro: ” The quieter you become, the more you’re able to hear”
I’m a male, my mother gave birth to me in a society that programmed us that love is forbidden, that love is shameful, that being in love is associated with adultery and with angering God.
I remember all my thoughts and feelings towards my female classmates as I was in primary school, how different we are, how smooth their skin and voices were, I remembered that I had this feeling of needing female companionship more than I needed any specific female, I was so young I had no concept of romance,love or sex, I just wanted what I knew from TV I needed; to love someone, maybe those needs were inherent maybe acquired from TV, cartoons or society in general, all of this doesn’t matter, I remember how talking about this with anyone in the age of 9 was either accompanied by either laughs or stern looks followed by the word forbidden/shame (translating this word from my native Arabic is tricky).
I also remember my first heartbreak, it was at 3rd grade, I was 8 years old and suddenly this female classmate, shows interest in me, holds my hand while going up the stairs, and my ecstasy moment was when one day when she came and confided in me that she went to the bathroom and got totally undressed, she was so excited about being to remove all her clothes and put them back on, so was I.
I just didn’t know why at the time, and then suddenly she stopped talking to me, holding my hands and telling me about her inherent public nudity fetish, when I tried to talk to her, ask her what changed, she was annoyed and asked what do you want from me.
Then came prep school and I was pressured by this same girl (years later, our childish play was forgotten) to date her best friend, which was a good friend of mine but really didn’t fit my criteria of attraction, I was a closed minded idiot back then, but I wanted to have a girlfriend, I wanted to be with someone and get told that I’m loved for the first time ever, so I went through in this “relationship” is the worst boyfriend in the history of boyfriends, I didn’t talk to her for months and I didn’t even bother breaking up with her when my first real girlfriend came.
My first “real” girlfriend
and then the time of secondary school arrived, with more freedom and access to girls not in our school, and then I had my first real girlfriend which was really hot but naive and clumsy. she was really horny though and for the first time ever, I share a bed naked with a girl of my age with the sole purpose of fooling around, I can’t describe the huge amount of shame and guilt that I felt, I can’t count how many times I prayed to god to forgive me and her, and yes , i mentioned her in my prayer because a man has special love for the first person who touches his weiner after his mother and peditrition, to this day i don’t know if my affection for this girl was real because I really had feelings for her or because she was kind enough to put my dick in her mouth and clap her hands like a child every time I agreed to take my pants off for her to do this new sport which she finally got to do in real life, of course, this relatioship went down the drain in a bad way , but this continued my pattern of girls liking me, taking the first step and then dumping me after they’ve had their fun, or maybe I was just a sucky person , I don’t know and I have no idea of knowing since I can’t be objective about this subject in particular.
Having a taste of female affection was poisonous to me, I really liked the feeling, I really enjoyed her touch and her voice, I really wanted more, being with someone always entrailed promising them eternity, promising to always be in love, promising to be united with them under society’s laws and getting married, I always lied and I always believed my lie, for me I always considered being committed to a single person, but the idea of being only with one person always made me afraid, the thought that I won’t see, touch or know any other woman in a romantic setting was always worse than death.
The mystery of a woman
For me, it was never about sex and about anything but sex; I crave sexual intimacy by design, I was born in a country with no national pride, no national unity, we are all programmed to pursue careers,find a mate and make children, this is the only way a man can belong to something bigger than himself here, or in my direct society, but for me, I worshipped women, I loved how everything about them is smooth, how everything about them is tender, for me it wasn’t about sex, sex can be bought for a price, but what I was after could never be bought, only given, I was after the mystery,how she loves, what she likes, her taste in food and music, how she looks naked and how she makes love to her man, over the years I got sexually involved with more than 50 girls, with every single one of them I tried to do my best, I lied and believed my own lies so that she could believe and I technically I never lied, I had a deep love for everything female, but I can never be myself if I committed myself to only one.
All through writing this, I’m half tempted to delete it all, I feel like I’m painting myself as a selfish self-centered brat. But the truth is, I’m an individual which can be taken as a random sample out of the crowd, women hate men who think like me, women hate men who keep looking around and can’t be satisfied with only one woman, but how can someone defy his own nature?
How can all women crave only men that are out of the norm, I realize that citing the famous argument that nature crafted men to spread this seed may be naive and even offensive for some, but I’m not after sex or “spreading my seed” I’m more tempted by beauty and more aroused by thoughts, this is why I’m always pursuing the mystery in female form.
I didn’t choose to feel that way, I didn’t choose to think that way and for sure women themselves are not objects or just bystanders in their own romantic lives, I was hurt, I was dumped and I left a ton of details out, but the fact remains, that committing to someone , seeing this face the first thing in the morning for the rest of my life, is too much of a commitment that I’ve always preferred the thought of waking up alone in my own bed than waking up to the face of someone I no longer want to be with.
And while the hopeless romantic in me was peed on by multiple women, I still dream of my “one” the one that would be better than all other women, that will be my enough and mystery solved, but I’m a realist, I know that I may never find her and that still I’ll hurt and get hurt by others but I’ll keep waiting for the one who’ll walk with me to the end of the road.
There is no message here unless you chose to see one, I was just sharing some memories and trying to document my observations to my own experience and feelings which I had no hand in crafting. And I realize that publishing this to my name would significantly lower my chances of ever being with someone again, but I’m taking the chance for the sake of humanity.
This is not my first attempt at starting this blog, the first one started with a post that was dedicated to my girlfriend, I didn’t know if I wanted to copy it here or start with writing something more meaningful to the reader who doesn’t know me, and that I’m not interested in him knowing me, not because I want to stay anonymous, but more because I want the reader to see my beliefs, my opinions, and my thoughts, which is in my mind are the essence of the soul.
Writing differs than any other activity a human being can do, by writing a person literally puts pieces on his mind on a piece of paper/screen, this is why in my opinion, text chatting is more intimate and honest than speaking over the phone or talking to someone face to face, by chatting a person literally allows the other party to read his thoughts without any effect caused by tone, facial reactions or physical attraction/repulsion. A lot can argue for or against this opinion, but what remains true at the end, is how a person writing his own thoughts is something intimate and special. In this manners, an analogy can be drawn between writing and thought prostitution, which is not necessarily a bad thing.
To further explain this analogy, consider that a regular person shares his thoughts and feelings with a selected few whilst a writer shares his feelings and thoughts with whoever is interested, writers are different though than public speakers, stand up comics and whoever tries to change thoughts using words, writers are more powerful considering they are able to influence society without using any audio/visual stimuli which in this age, makes a successful writer more similar to a wizard/witch than a prostitute but more on that later.
Building on this conclusion the most powerful tool to change thoughts and beliefs right now is a talented writer in a complementary relationship with a Christmatic public speaker/performer. Which is not the result I had in mind to reach when I started writing this post but this is my honest thought process and hereby I declare myself guilty of committing thought prostitution.
See what I did there in the title? it rhymes, lol, forget about that now.
I’m Moe and this is my blog, details about me doesn’t really matter, all that matters is that I believe in kindness, equality, and peace, I also can argue with you about anything and win.
Hopefully, also I’ll be able to present you with some unique points of view.
This website is me trying to make the world a better place by writing about things I feel passionate about and also to build a portfolio of my writings, so if you need something written, Don’t hesitate to contact me through the contact page.