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Welcome to Google (whether Plus, Perfect Chaos, or the Celibacy Diaries). My name is Stacie D. Wyatt.  I am a published poet and writer (Chocolate Kisses; Love.Lust.Life., Miscarried, Conversing with Sexuality; Conversing with Salvation; Conversing with Normality; Conversations 1, Never Argue with an Autistic child and other special tales, and Conversations 2. ). 

 I am also a product and book reviewer for a few sites (BookSneeze, Blogging for Books, Bethany House, Edelweiss, Tyndale House, and Netgalley). I will post reviews here regularly. I post reviews on Perfect Chaos. 

I also have two kids: 13 years old and 3 year old. My oldest is Autistic and my youngest is developmentally delayed, autistic, and a few other things. I also enjoy writing about the ups and downs of parenting two differently-abled children.

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Wednesday, June 25, 2014

The Case for Loneliness.

I took an interesting twist with this post. I wanted to do something different using a screen recorder and limited words. Wanted to show my thought process. Please leave a comment, letting me know what you think about the concept and my thoughts.

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@2014 Stacie D. Wyatt/Celibacy Diaries.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

It's too late to do anything about it

It’s too late to do any damn thing about it

When my grandma was living, she and her husband (rest in peace both of them) owned plenty of land and plenty of acreage. My grandma owed property taxes and never paid it. I remember seeing the letters come in the mail box (since I checked the mail most of the time), piles of letters, pink late payment letters, telling her or her husband to pay the freaking property taxes.

In November 2000, my grandma died still owing property taxes. The family—well some of the family-don’t know which helped—since I gave birth to Brad the day after she died---and am not sure who—pulled together and paid the back property taxes.

But that was it. No one continued to pay the taxes on the land and within the last few months, Montgomery County auctioned off the land to the highest bidder. The property, which has been in the family for decades, is no longer.

A few days ago, my sister took to Facebook to discuss the family losing their land. Now, all of a sudden, the next generation—my cousins, sisters, now want to discuss getting the land back. The back taxes were over 100,000, almost as much as all my student loans combined. All the young ones want to rally together and save a piece of land, no one has really stayed on since my grandma house burned down years and years ago. Some of them were shocked because they did know the land was auctioned off months ago. Guess the older generation of uncles and great uncles did not mention this.

I had to IM my sister to let her know the property was auctioned off months ago and it’s too late to do any damn thing about it. The property is sold. The county has now sent letters to my mother, brothers, and step-brothers/sisters to disburse the extra for a small fee. (My grandma had 4 children (my mother plus 3 brothers. One died about 2007/2008. Her second husband had 4 or more children too).

Because the family did not continue to work together with everyone to save the property, the property is now sold to someone else.

Because my grandma and grandpa had poor financial management, while they was living, the family lost their land.

Sometimes in life, we make mistakes. We make errors. Sometimes we cannot go back and fix our mistakes. It is simply too late and there is nothing we can do.

I can’t go back and remove my herpes diagnosis. Even though I was faithful, at that point, I still have it.

I can’t go back and not get married at 19 years old—happily divorced but I should have not gotten married that young.

I can’t go back and erase both miscarriages, even though the second one helped spark my celibacy journey.

I can’t go back and remove a few—a lot of former sex partners. Many—A lot, I should have left alone—online—and never met offline.

But you still can move forward and learn from your experiences. Still can learn from your mistakes. Still receive redemption.

It may be too late to change your past, but you can always change your future.

@Stacie D. Wyatt/Celibacy Diaries

Sunday, June 15, 2014

It doesn't matter where you're sinning, you're still sinning

It doesn’t matter where you’re sinning, you’re still sinning

Last night (Saturday), my mother and I had a conversation about my uncle and daddy. One lives here and one crashes here, when one of his girlfriends gets tired of him. I told her, if I had a boyfriend and if I was having sex, the next logical step would be moving in with him, so I can get all the sex I want (I didn’t tell her that part though). Her response was: Do you want them living in sin?

She ignored the fact that both men are having sex with their respective women(s). I told her, they are still sinning, whether they are going over to visit or if they move in. Where they are sinning does not make it less of a sin. On judgment day, God isn’t going to say, well since you sinned here, instead of there, then you are good in my eyes. Enter the pearly gates of heaven, my child.

It doesn’t matter where you’re sinning, you’re still sinning.

Biblical loopholes. What places are ok to sin in and not get in trouble? Not with your self or others, but with God. If I cuss in church, is it more or less sin than if I do it at home? If I have an impure thought at the grocery store, is it ok versus me having an impure thought at home?

The relatives are still having sex. Still engaging in fornication, pre-marital sex, and maybe promiscuity. If it wasn’t ok for God when I was fornicating and being promiscuous, then it’s not ok for the uncles. If it wasn’t ok for God when I was shacking up with men, then it’s not ok for the rest of us sinners. Justifying and rationalizing the sin based on location, does not make it any less of a sin.

It doesn’t matter where you’re sinning, you’re still sinning.


Today in Sunday School, Frank (rest in peace. He died in 2016).  touched on the same topic.  He said all sin is sin to God. No sin is greater or less than one another. You're responsible for your own sins. You're responsible for how you justify and rationalize your sins. It is your decision whether you choose to sin or not. 

Stacie D. Wyatt

Monday, June 9, 2014

Happily divorced and other random thoughts.

Happy June 9th, 2014.

I got my finalized divorce papers in the mail today. I am so relieved. We was married for five and separated for 9 years. I was ready to get divorced by year 3 of the marriage. I never wanted to be like my mother and father. I don't know how long they was married before separation. They separated for most of their marriage. They finally got the divorce 20 years later. 6 more years and I would have been in the same boat. Arlene and Willie got married in 1984 and finally divorced in 2004. I got married in 2000 and divorced in 2014. 

Now I can date (when I am ready) without explaining why  I am separated. I don't have to hear arguments about why separated is still married.  I can go to Match.com or chemistry.com or Eharmony and choose single.


I had two messages from a particular dating site this week from two gentlemen. The conversations started off ok, until both mentioned how much they loved my boobs. Yay me. My boobs don't impress me. I had them since I was 8. When a man starts commenting on certain body parts, I think they want sex. I'm not having sex. Maybe they didn't read my profile. I know my boobs are a prominent part of my front body area. They can not be missed but if you are trying to date me, don't mention the boobs or breasts or tatas or whatever you call them. Made the rest of the conversation irrelevant. 

One was a youngin, who wanted a pic. Nope. The other was an older dude, who wanted to date me because he is in town for a few days. Different ages, different races. Both loved the boobs. yay me. 

My cousin's future marriage

My cousin told me yesterday about a new boyfriend. I asked about the former boyfriend because they go back and forth for over 11 years. The cousin wants to marry Bubba Earl. 

I asked how long have they known each other, cousin said one month. 

Why do you want to get married?

She didn't say love or money or companionship. She said because he was not that bright. 

Not that bright means maybe she wants to manipulate him, con him, since he is an older man. Not that bright means she does not want to marry him for his intelligent conversation.