My Very First Blog Post (And We Have Lift-Off)

Hello Everyone,
And, we have lift-off of “The Levels of Love” site folks!  
In my official first blog post, I, off the bat, want to say, thank you for visiting my page and for giving me a chance to share my perspective with you.  I’m extremely excited to start this blog on the heels of creating and maintaining my other blog site,, for a total of 3-and-a-half years.
To all my followers who’ve followed me from that page to this one, a special thank you, to you, is in order.  I appreciate your continued and faithful support.  It means the world to me, and I will try my best to provide you with the same life-bettering knowledge and know-how that you’ve come to expect from me.  This site is as much yours as it is mine.  
Therefore, I look forward to continuing to build it alongside you all.  If you have any suggestions about anything you feel should be added to better help me get a message across to others, please feel free to run them by me.  Also, if you have any valuable insight to share with others, please feel free to engage in discussion by providing your commentary on any of my post or feel free to message me, at, with any ideas for topics-of-discussion you’d like me to cover on this site!  
With Warm Regards,

Meat Eating Bunny: Being Careful Who We Idolize

It is always sad when someone passes.  I would never make light of a loss of life, no matter what I think of that person’s character.  But, in light of Hugh Hefner’s crossing-over, I’m seeing a great deal of commemoration on social media being offered up in honor of his legacy and for who he was as a “pioneer for sexual liberation.”  And, the reason I’m bringing this up is because I courage us, everybody in this country, to start thinking more critically as far as who we idolize and hold up in high regard.
Because, if we really take the time to think about, this fool doesn’t need to be viewed nor honored as some pioneer for anything.  As a matter of fact, he was all for the exploitation of women as objects, a form of OPPRESSION, not LIBERATION, which he so boldly proclaimed in his interview with Vanity Fair back in 2010.
On top of that, you’re talking about a man that took advantage of plenty of women in facing difficult situations in life–women who were down on their luck and had fallen on hard times.  He promised them shelter, glamour, fame, and shelter in exchange for the right to parade their naked bodies for his financial gain and for intercourse, which he lied about being a requirement for living at his residency.
Was it the choice of the women to be featured in his magazine and to have sex with him.  Yes, no doubt about it.  But, we’re talking about a man took advantage of women who fallen on tough times, in a lot of cases, and who believed in owning women like property, which is clearly evident the way he was marrying them left and right.  That’s manipulation, not liberation.
That’s not the mark of a pioneer or an innovator.  He used women’s naked bodies to make money from men and women were tryna jack off.  That’s not innovative.  People have been selling sex for decades.  A real innovator and pioneer invents and conjures up concepts that benefit society and that advances the progression of mankind.  He did none of that.
When it comes to the people we hold in such high regard in society, we have to stop giving them a pass because they had financial success and because the lived a lavious lifestyle.  Plenty of wicked and vile people have been able to accomplish those things.
We need to stop trying to escape our day-to-day situations by fantasizing that we live the life of someone else who’s rich and powerful, and, then, honoring that person just because they gave us a temporary escape from our reality.  I’m not Hugh Hefner.  I’m not fantasizing that I’m in a mansion partying with a bunch of women.  I live my life and no one else’s, and that man represented nothing that I honor.
Again, I would never downplay anyone’s soul leaving this earth, but we need to be honest about the legacies of those we unquestionably hold so dear.
The Stormy Poet


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