Fright Fest !!! 🎃 First time in New Jersey

It’s the weekend so you know what means…

Iman is on the move, again.

So this weekend adventure is a two-fer. My first time in New Jersey and my first time at Fright Fest. So I left work about an early to catch my 4 hour bus ride to NYC (let’s hope for the best). And tomorrow morning I’ll be back on a bus heading to New Jersey for an entire day at Six flags Great Adventure theme park.

I haven’t been to a Six flags in easily over a decade and a half. I haven’t been on a rollercoaster in 2 years (counting the up and down thingy at the aquarium when I was in Houston). Let’s hope I don’t toss my cookies, pass out or shit my pants. Or go into cardiac arrest cause sometimes I forget how old I am 😂.

Nervousness, aniexty, excitement are a few emotions I can currently pin point.. but then again I’ve been pretty scattered brain all day yesterday

🤔I did have a latte instead of coffee this morning… I usually only have lattes on Sundays..

Guess I’ll see you guys on the other side 🤞

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Trip To Vermont #TranslatingIdentityConference 

Hey guys, gals and everything again in between.

Today I am on the road, on my way to Vermont for the Transcending Identities Conference. It’s about a 5hr drive from upstate NY but it is already proving to be an awesome adventure. Road trip with my co-workers/friends bringing Gendercat from NY to VT!!!!

We should be arriving in town tonight, hopefully in time to catch an open karaoke bar ha ha.

This is my first road trip in forever and I am super excited to be going to my second Trans conference. I look forward to see all the organizations there and meet some awesome new queer folks.

Here’s a recap of my last conference attended:

Hopefully I am able to combine all the footage and publish a recap video for this conference by Monday.
VERMONT HERE I COME!!!

Apartment Hunting!!!

It’s currently “too damn early to be up” o’clock.

And once again I am on the road 😁

This time I am heading to Ithaca, New York; to check out some apartments. I’ve been frantically trying to gather information and schedule days and times to view prospective apartments since my return from philly last weekend.

It’s about a 4hr ride from Manhattan to Ithaca; greyhound style. All I want to do right now is nap.

I was able to get some sleep last night somehow and the anxiety didn’t kick in and wake me up till about 1am …yayy

Just my luck I ended up sitting in front of two underage college strangers that want to get to know each other’s whole life story on this greyhound🙄 I don’t know what’s worse the blonde chewing her gum or this guys accent 🤦🏾‍♂️

Anyways….

Keeping my fingers crossed 🤞🏾 that hopefully I find reasonable accommodations today because I would loathe having to come back 2 & 3 times just to apartment hunt.
I learned first hand from Houston, Tx that no matter how much cash you have finding a suitable apartment can sometimes be a long winded game of chess.

The sooner I find a place the sooner I can settle in and the sooner I can begin my dream job.

Think I’ll take a nap for a little while and dream of all the good things to soon come.

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…For live videos and updates from my journey to Ithaca New York.

I’ll be back shortly !

Travel jitters

 

Well it’s been almost a year since I last hopped a bus, train or plane & I seem to have a case of the butterflies.
Philadelphia is a place I haven’t yet been so I am overly anxious to add another notch on my belt. Also the weekend break from NYC will be much appreciated.

What better way to pass a two hour bus ride than to blog 😊.

I am traveling from New York to Philadelphia to attend my first Philly TransHealth conference. I will be going as an official representative from project Freedom Underground / Free Ky. I am also attending to meet and sit with the Creator & Owner of GenderCat. Not to mention all the information and knowledge at my fingertips while I am there.

This is the first conference I have ever attend and I am definitely feeling a mixture of emotions. But over all I’m excited and I can’t wait for the experience.

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68 things I miss about home

 

  1. Arguing over whose turn it is to go to the “candy lady”. One of the few instances where “not it” does not imply. Usually based on seniority or in some clear cut cases “I went last time” is sufficient enough
  2. Crawfish, Crawfish, Crawfish. As a kid (before I knew how to peel them) I could inhale at least 6lbs. Now as an adult I rarely ate more a pounds. But what I wouldn’t give for one of the little small ones.
  3. Hot sauce. No REAL hot sauce. Never really realize how much you take Crystals for granted until you no longer have access to it.
  4. Knowing everyone. It used to be sooo annoying. Now I understand the meaning of stranger danger.
  5. Snowballs. Yes I originally thought snowballs in the Chinese rice boxes were nationwide. Apparently not.
  6. “Hows ya mom’n’dem?” Translated : “How is your mother and your family doing?” Knowing that if you told ya momma “so-n-so” asked about her is going to trigger a long speech but you do it anyways.
  7. The “Neutral Grounds”. To most people around the world it is called a “median” , but to us it’s a parking spot, a place in the shade to wait for a bus or the best spot to catch the parade.
  8. Winn-Dixie. No not the book, the actual store.
  9. Nights on the lakefront. Some place have beaches others have piers. But give me 5 cans of Off bug spray and meet me on the lake for a crawfish boil.
  10. Normal size bugs. If you’ve been to places like Texas or Arizona then you definitely know what I’m talking about.
  11. Complaining about the RTA. Yea we’ve all cussed out that bus or street car driver that saw us running an still pulled off.
  12. Raising Canes. One word: CANES SAUCE.
  13. Jazzland. Or sixflags if you came along after the 90s. Or an abandoned forgotten amusement park if you didn’t get here till the 2000s
  14. Hurricane season. Yes Katrina basically killed my childhood and ruined my life. But nothing was more bittersweet than seeing your school on the “schools closed” list
  15. Hot sausage poboy. Or any poboy for that matter. Shrimp, oyster, fish, ham n cheese. As long as your French bread ain’t stale “lemme get two”
  16. Mardi Gras holidays. Wasn’t until I was about 15 that I realized that this was a holiday on found in New Orleans.
  17. The Superdome. And nooooo not the fancy “Mercedes Benz Superdome” we have now but the original one.
  18. The Twin Span. Why I miss this I don’t know. Crossing that damn bridge was always the longest 2 days of my life.
  19. Second Line Sunday’s. Most likely accompanied by gun shots, fights and NOPD. But the injuns always did they thing.
  20. Tulane & Broad. Lol naw just kidding. I really don’t miss that place.
  21. Having a Pa-Ran & a Teedie instead of godparents. I never knew that’s what that meant but ok.
  22. Manchu’s. Some people say they was in there cooking rats and pigeons , dogs and cats. All I know it that you can pull leftover Manchu’s out the fridge and eat it cold and it still be off the chain.
  23. Buku. The amount of shit I get for using that word any where but home is ridiculous. It’s freaking French you morons. It means a lot.
  24. Getting the piece of king cake with the baby in it. As a kid it’s a wonderful thing, as a parent it’s usually about $25.50.
  25. Morris Bart. Never actually had to call him for anything. But I remember his commercials clear as day. One call, that’s all.
  26. NOPD. Siiiiiiiiiiikeeee. Naw it was just a joke. They can kiss my whole ass !
  27. Audubon Zoo. What a way to spend a Sunday. Btw I heard they finally finished the new Elephant enclosure.
  28. Daiquiris. And I mean real New Orleans original daiquiris. From the daiquiris shop.
  29. Canal St. yea it’s a pain to work downtown. But on a boring low budget Saturday night “Canal St.” seems like buku fun.
  30. Mardi Gras. Also known as Fat Tuesday, also known as a holiday week to get fucked up.
  31. Big shot. Surprise surprise. Look at the bottle , you won’t find them anywhere else ; sadface.
  32. Hurricane Doppler Radar. Bob Breck greatest meteorologist of all time. Let’s argue.
  33. Taking Broad. From the east through gentilly to get downtown because the interstate is packed.
  34. Tchopitullis. I don’t really miss it. It’s just going to be funny to see other people try to pronounce it.
  35. The Riverwalk. Everything is always 60% off , they validate your parking & the view is perfect for a smoke session.
  36. Bourbon St. At first it was really cool. Then it got really lame. Now we avoid it at all cost.
  37. -eaux. Knowin that this sounds like “oh”. Geaux tigers! Geaux saints. Yo mommas a heaux.
  38. Gumbo. Apparently can’t everyone make gumbo. Never knew that.
  39. No open container laws. We probably have them but shit nobody cares. If you’re old enough carry on.
  40. Being a legal adult at 17. Don’t know, but it was pretty cool to say when I was 17.
  41. Catfish fridays. Everyone knows about red beans Monday but what you know bout that Friday fish fry.
  42. “Ya herd meh?!” Sometimes it’s a question. Sometimes it’s a statement. But it’s always said every other fifth word. Jus go with it.
  43. Free Cable. Cause you have that one cousin that works for Cox but looks out for you cause you fam.
  44. Callin yo people to come turn yo lights back on. Cause it’s Friday and Entergy be tripping.
  45. Q93. From way back in the day when they did the 9 o’clock props. To current where we still listen longer to Q93.
  46. Cajuns. Which one ? It doesn’t matter as long as you bring me back a smoked sausage.
  47. Rouses / Ross’ . When ya moms holla she going to the store did you want anythin and you don’t know whether to tell her some snacks or some socks.
  48. Flipping over a Jazzy Pass. Is it expired? Is it brand new? You don’t know but those purple zigzag made your heart skip a beat.
  49. The head. Downtown? Need Bud? Go check by the head them dudes prolly got it
  50. Unc/Teedie. A sign a respect that can often be misunderstood if said unc or teedie has yet come to terms wit their age.
  51. Cold drinks. Not fuckin SODA. Not fuckin POP. Not a fucking BEER. A “cold drink”. Only in New Orleans can ” a hot cold drink” make sense.
  52. Grass. I used to complain about not having side walk in certain parts of the city. But after living in this concrete jungle I’ll be fine if I never see another sidewalk in my life.
  53. Random festivals. Beignet festival. Crawfish festival. Strawberry festival. Tomatoe festival. You name it, we have a festival for it.
  54. Everything is pickled. Pickled okra. Pickled meat. Pickled eggs. Pickled pig feet. Pickled pig lips.
  55. And you can’t forget the hot pickle in a bag. No words needed. Just pass me a bag of hot cheetos.
  56. One ways. Making 3 rights or backing down up the street. Both has the same outcome. One takes patience the other takes skill.
  57. Governor/Mayor. I don’t miss them clowns. Just thought I’d point out the Bobby Jindal & Mitch Landrieu have made more empty promises than most New Orleans would like to recall.
  58. The weather. Just like the people it’s bipolar as hell. Start your day off wearing a jacket, if you have it on by lunch you’re definitely facing a heat stroke. And who could forget walking to the end of your driveway in the morning to check the weather.
  59. The highrise. I’ve lived in the east all my life but that Danzinger bridge has made countless people late for work for decades now. How does it take 30 mins to go over one bridge at 8am on week day !!!
  60. Oak trees. Cypress trees. Pine trees. Magnolia trees….need I really say more?
  61. Faulty pumping stations. No I don’t miss these but for some reason they still exist tho, go figure
  62. People telling me ” I’m  trippin ” while I’m sitting down. Now there’s always bugs or some shit. Or I’m in the wilderness. These niggas be tripping.
  63. Christmas in the Oaks. I wouldn’t say not as much fun as a kid; just a different type of fun. You’re never to old to “ohh” and “aaah” at pretty Christmas lights
  64. Bored pull out the grill. If there’s one way to find something to do on a Friday afternoon grab a 12 pack , pull out the grill and watch the games begin.
  65. The smell of fresh cut grass. Never realized how the little things you notice when they are gone.
  66. A simple nod. A welcoming gesture of the south. Nod up if you know them, nod down if you don’t. But everyone gets a nod! Southern hospitality.
  67. The 12 Yats of Christmas. It’s like no one else in the world knows “Santa and his reign deer used to live right here”.
  68. Genes poboy. Best sandwich in the world !! Enough said

Follow your dreams

Peace my readers & hello to some strangers I’m assuming..

I’ve had quite bit of writer’s block due to the amount of new projects I’ve been taking on mixed with the changes of the current in the ocean of life. 

But I can muster up the intellectual ability to express the valid need to live your dreams. All to often people question my motive of being so careful and well travelled. “How can you just pick up and leave” , “It doesn’t scare you not knowing” , “I wish I had the courage like you”.  It saddens me a great deal crossing paths with people that I can see want to live their dream but are yet so afraid of failure they don’t even try .

Don’t get me wrong travelling and living life at the helm can be scary , nerve wrecking and even stressful at time but I stay course because knowing that should my heart stopped today I lived yesterday to my liking and standards.

Please don’t think that living your dream is also always about knowing where you are going and what your immediate step is cause I’m living proof is easy to get lost in the sauce.

Came to NYC to experience the bright lights and found myself lost in the system working for the man with nothing to show but a few selfies in my work uniform. I turned into something I despise the most and still convinced myself that I was following my dreams. 

Yes I am currently living in the big Apple. Queer & unapologetic. With strong grassroots from the south. BUT I was still working at a hypocritical company surviving paycheck to paycheck.

I lost touch with my talents. Lost touch with my skills. Lost touch with fans and even lost touch with the me I had just found after all these years.

So with that being said I have once , yes yet again ; decided to get back in the swing of going with the current of positive vibes instead of what’s fast and flashy. Far from saying I’m done traveling just figure this might be a little more serious than just a routine oil change. 

Till next week ✌
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Well, well, well…

Peace & blessings readers. Again I apologize for my tardiness. Handling the culture shock, my recent separation & the struggles of starting over has been leaving me too drained to blog, vlog or anything else for that matter.  But I have made the decision to push through it all and keep fighting; which brings me here. Ha ha.

Sooooo where to start?…

Let’s start of with the level of cultural shock that I am experiencing from moving from the dirty south to the damn north pole. Weather. I am in total shock that my body has fought off developing any kind of cold. I did take the precaution and get a flu shot this winter. Yea yea I know I have no idea whats in the needle,  but shit I’m miserable enough with the freezing temperatures & disrespectful ass wind chills. I dont want to speak too soon but I believe my immune system is handling the cold better than my body and attitude. Have you ever cussed the wind out? Moved to New York , I swear you will several times a day.

As far as interpersonal cultural shock it is entirely waayyyy too crowded out here. From the streets to public transportation. Ugh, people. Took me a few days and a lot of deep breaths but I’m not as anxious as I was when i first arrive 2 weeks ago. Still trying to understanding the. “Lingo”. “Deadass” “lit” “tight” but I’m coming around with the help of my translator. The amount of police (ops) out here was unnerving at first but now i feel a little more safe I suppose. Witnessing the ignorance in New Orleans go from a gesture to a slur to a fight to a shoot out, and then in New York seeing it rarely escalate to more than a simple shrug and a walk away… Well, woooowwww, is all I can say.

On a personally level my anxiety and bipolar symptoms are at an all time high but it’s ok because its teaching me to have more self control and at the least selfawarenes of my feelings and emotions. In good progress in a few days I will be sitting in a doctor’s office in the Bronx getting poked and proded in order to begin therapy again. Im excited and nervous but happy more than anything.

Do I feel homesick?..
Eh, at times I feel homesick & sometimes I feel really homesick. Usually when I need a translator for a normal conversation or when I get lost on the subway or when I have the urge to hear the beat. Its usually only for a moment because all the bright lights and hustle and bussle of the big city is a huge distraction from missing my past.

On a more deeper personal level (not going into details) I have learned sooo much about myself as far as what I want, what I dont want & how much it usually doesn’t matter. Working on all of that and growing everyday is proving to be a challenging journey with no particular destination but nevertheless I journey that is welcomed with open arms & one that has been long overdue.

Well, thats all for now; hopefully my next blog entry will be a little more structured. But then again with a guy like me, you never know. Till next time everyone.
Namaste.

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Today I saw an angel…

 

👼
She was beautiful,
She was kind.
And on her face,
Was a gentle smile.

I couldn’t help but notice,
I could barely control it.
Praying,
Wishing,
Hoping..

That one day she’d be mine.

She took me on a journey,
To a place I’ve never been.
And tomorrow,
We’ll do it again.

The lights,
The sounds,
I’ll remember it all.
The world seemed to stall.

Everything else,
Seemed to fade away.
The only part that hurt,
Was the end of the day.

But still I smile,
She’d be back in a while.
Waiting,
Waiting.

For my angel to return,
The one with the brown eyes….

By: Kristian King

*Dedicated

One long bus ride pt. 5

The last and finally stretch… I have just under an hour until I reach New York.

This has legit been the longest aggyiest uncomfortable bus ride of my 25 years. I will be freakin ecstatic when its all over.

I havent been this hungry in a while. And I hope to never feel this stomach pain from malnutrition ever again. 😢

Now that Im just about in arms reach of the door to my future… Im nervous as hell.
See on the bus, I have a destination, a goal. Once I step foot in New York I have no idea what my next step is. But I’m going to keep putting one foot in front of the other & keep my eyes focused on my goal.

Oh, whats my goal you ask?…

For now, just to be better than I was yesterday.

Thanks for reading & be on the look out for the video footage mash up “On the road”

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One long bus ride pt. 4

Second to last pit stop…

I finally got some sleep on this long ass bus ride; somewhere between VA & NC I think. From 4 to about 8am.
No more long layovers thank Jah.

I didnt do much personal thinking this stretch of highway because someone important needed my attention. Homestly all I can think about is food now anyways. I strongly advise anyone taking a 26hr+ bus or train right stock zoozoos properly. I dont know how I burned calories & energy by simply sitting on a bus.

I think I’ll take a nap until the finally pit stop.. 6 more hours to go.

I dont think I’ve ever been this nervous & anxious in my life…

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