The Provocative Intuitive

08/28/2025

08/12/2025

Some days are just “a day”
8.12.25
By DBT

I want to be fine with that
But what I am learning now is …
What really is …. OKAY?
An even keel? a Prada Heel?
Again I ask, I grow …
I pray
I feel.

A recovering adrenaline ju**ie
Monkey Cursed, never to sit still,
A beating pulse, a yogic breath
Yet in meditation -
Now, That is a thrill.

A paradox of epic proportions,
Searching for the life
Meaning
Dreaming that you were still here.
Together scheming, out tricking fear
Beaming, ear to ear.

What I would give, to show you
Rembrandt
Stroll the cafes, Chat and rant
Eat a pancake, or two, or six
Sail the canals
Wind-blown hair to fix!

So many moments, corner of my stare
When I look at the time,
And remember, you’re still there.
A bit of whimsy, a bit of reprieve
A lie to tell myself perhaps,
A belief.

Guess that’s all we can hope for.

08/10/2025

A Slow Start
8.9.26

Saturday slumber
a snails pace
Though, with intention
No foul mention,
As is any case,
Really.

Did you know, in 1624
Old New York
Was
Amsterdam-new
Settled by the Dutch,
It was named,
With lots to prove!

Dutch references
Abound in NYC
Example
Brooklyn is “Breukelen”
In the old country
“Broken land”
Is How you translate
That’s what they named
The Pre-hipster state!!!!

Now, Harlem is HAARLEM
Add an extra “A”
Not as soulful as ours
But it does sound fancāāy!!!

Con mi Mexicano, explorer
Companion and adorer
We set sail to head “uptown”
(We loved this little crown!)

A mention, I must
As I just find so wild,
There also, a “red light” district
Baffled and beguiled!

In the middle of this sweet,
sleepy, little town!
A girls gotta work, I guess
“Better make a few rounds!”

Past the old windmills
Posing like a tourist
Making our way,
A destination of the purest
kind.

My Dancing Durga’s
Day of birth, reckoning
Basecamp,
(an old electric plant)
Samosa’s Beckoning!!!

The joy, the joy, the absolute
Bliss
Abundant love, expressing this
So much, palpable happy
Enough to make even Miss Durga sappy!

A grateful relieve
reprieve from the celebrate
Life’s biggest moments
All in divine fate.

08/08/2025

Energetically Musty
8.10.25 by DBT

A feeling, I woke
Up
With
From my bed.

Clear
Objectives
Laid out
Ahead.

Workout, outwork
Reinventing the
Twerk.
Not the shaking
Ass kind,
But quieting the
Jerk ya find…

Inside
Beating you down
Ego driven
Hound.

Juiced up, green
Strong dynamics
Just kind,
Not
Mean.
The bee’s also sing.

2.5 Mile
walk about.
Wondering vagabond
Trancing loud!

Public space
W**d filled grace
With Phone dead, No more tread.
Stedelijk
Ahead.

You’ve neverseennothinglikethisbefore
Pigments in bottles
Lucite boxes galore.
Pools of flesh,
Hazy filled pink clouds
Smells of Hell.
Rosenkrantz, Pamela
Voice LOUD
Look her up.


A stroll through the Vondel
Vith me Very Vavorite Van
Feather hunting expedition
Flirting in ze Zand!

Bitterballen Weis Break
Ask no questions
And demand another take!

Home, home, couching it by nine
Feels like five
Late days, to unwind
Perfect time to dine at
The Bear.
I stare to God, if SYD DID
Abandon ship
This belly ain’t getting
FED.

ENERGETICALLY MUSTY!

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08/07/2025

I mention this …
8.6.25
By DBT

As moments pass,
We Reflect and sit
We miss the times, call it
Forget.

What if it’s
Care, less?
Passing, bye
I’d like to live by
Value.
Less “try”

A Wednesday, not so hump
A Greek goddess greeting
A fell full swump,
No brekka feeding!

Instead, some nonsense
Doomscrolling past
Until the time
The diva class
Arrives
And fast!

Moments, sincere
I appreciate each
Watching them grow
Forgetting the reach

An afternoon surprise,
Dutch lady, delights
A meeting of the minds
A beer, or three flights!!!
She likes my scent, she notes
“Cosmic Cowboy” - it ain’t no joke!

Checking in on pops,
A mile long accomplishment - props!
Groceries delivered,
Dinner served fresh!
A happy Mexican
(The Man, not the meal)

Running late, Durga awaits
A celebration of the senses
A very full plate,
an appetizer,
For a feast.
A gift from Linda,
A wrist to decorate.

My heart, extremely full
Connecting the dots of this beautiful
Realm
Friends, abundant
And gratitude whelm.

08/06/2025

✨ This Friday Night: The Lion’s Gate Portal + Full Moon in Aquarius ✨

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06/23/2025

🖤 A Moment for André
Years ago, I had the distinct honor of getting to know the legendary fashion icon, André Leon Talley.

At the time, I was performing regularly at a beloved NYC restaurant where André was a frequent and very VIP guest. He always requested me. One chaotic Friday night, in the middle of a packed dinner service, André—ever the elegant giant—caught my eye across the room, raised his hand like royalty, and pointed to a petite woman beside him. He made his way in, towering above the crowd, and in his rich, booming voice said:
“Bobby! I brought a very dear friend to meet you!”

That woman? The one and only Miuccia Prada.

Yes. Miuccia.
She embraced me, complimented my style—even with my boring all-black uniform—and praised my attention to detail. At that table sat the late Ingrid Sischy of Interview Magazine, a few dashing guests, and enough fashion history to make Vogue weep.

Fast-forward to yesterday—walking through the Superfine: Tailoring Black Style exhibition at The Met, I was moved to tears. There he was. My André. His glorious caftan, his monogrammed Louis Vuitton trunks, his unmistakable essence woven into this sacred space honoring Black style, creativity, and cultural impact.

André was more than fashion—he was fashion. He is legacy.

Don’t wait. If you’re in New York, go see this exhibition. Pay homage. Take the pause. Remember the greats.

05/26/2025

In 1984, My Mama drove a hot red Camaro. Our favorite song, I remember so, so, fondly was “When Doves Cry”.
There is one particular part of the song that we would crank up and sing at the top of our lungs.
Prince would sing;
…Maybe I’m just like my mother …
and In Unison Mom and I would respond loudly …
She’s never satisfied!
…
https://aspaceforus.substack.com/p/moderation-for-a-never-satisfied

05/25/2025

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Think: daily prompts, inner voices, mirrored truths, cosmic curiosity, and the sacred art of asking better questions.

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Because the stars don’t predict your future — they help you participate in it.

05/11/2025

Day 15 — Radical Authenticity Challenge
Prompt: Identify someone in your life you often feel the need to impress or “perform” for. How might you act differently around them if you were completely unmasked?

We all have someone.
That one person whose presence makes us straighten up.
Choose our words carefully.
Shrink in subtle ways we’ve convinced ourselves are “just being respectful.”

But beneath that performance?
There’s a story.
A fear.
A silent belief that our real self might be too much, too messy, too unpredictable.

I’ve caught myself doing it—shaping my energy to make someone else more comfortable.
And calling it “connection” when really… it was just quiet self-abandonment.

So today, name them.
Who do you feel like you have to perform for?
And what would shift if you let the mask drop?

Not out of rebellion.
Out of reverence for your truth.

Maybe the relationship would deepen.
Maybe it would break.
But either way—you’d be free.

Unfiltered. Unmasked. Unapologetic.

05/06/2025

Day 9 of The Radical Realness Authenticity Challenge

Let’s play a game of truth…

If I were completely honest with myself, I would _______.

Don’t overthink it.
Let it rise. Let it sting. Let it free you.

Your first answer? That’s the one.
Now pause and ask:

👉 What do you learn from how you filled in the blank?
👉 What have you been holding back from yourself?

That’s where we’re going tomorrow.

Bring your journal. Bring your truth.
No mask required.

Radical Realness. Just you, uncensored.

05/04/2025

Day 7 — Radical Authenticity Challenge
Prompt: How does your intuition let you know when something in your life isn’t aligned with your true self? Give an example of a gut feeling that guided you.

For me, intuition rarely shouts.
It hums.
It tightens.
It withdraws its energy like a tide pulling back before a storm.

Sometimes it shows up as resistance.
Other times, it’s a quiet knowing wrapped in discomfort—like putting on someone else’s shoes and pretending they fit.

I once said yes to something that looked perfect on paper.
But every time I got closer, my body whispered, “This isn’t it.”
My chest would tighten. My words would feel forced.
And no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise…
my soul knew.

Eventually, I listened.
And the moment I said no—clarity rushed in like breath after holding it too long.

So today’s invitation is this:
How does your body speak when something’s off?
What’s your “hell no” signal?

Your truth doesn’t always use words.
But it always speaks.

Unfiltered. Unmasked. Unapologetic.