Whattup, this is York, and you’ve landed at my blog. I understand you may be confused – about what the heck is “kinq”, who is York, and how did you even end up here?
It’s quite a long story, so the next time you return, this page may change. And that’s okay! People’s taste, perception, and ambitions may change too. I just hope I can keep this blog running …
Late into my second year of college, in the Summer of 2018, I become awestruck at the idea of creating a brand. It seemed as though with learning and being open, people have their own brands. Interestingly, what makes us, us, is not by how lavish one lives or high their prestige. Rather, it’s the idiosyncrasies in our characters, the duality of wisdom and folly. Like the word – Kink – one may quickly dismiss it as a type of masochistic fetish or define it as simply a knot along a rope. The real question is ‘Uh… York, what the fuck does that even mean?’ Well to me, it’s quite a bunch of stuff – all of which can either make or break one’s kink kinq.
Think of it like a character trait, something that makes one stand out, or an goal, or destiny, they may wish to follow, or reject. For example, my mom’s quite the hustler (not the type that runs dope) and holds many kinqs. For example, one that continues, till this day, is the radio…
Growing up, I enjoyed a wide variety of music. For me, it wasn’t really what was on the radio that mattered, but the ride in my mum’s car. It was a creamy white 2000 Volkswagen Passat wagon, with a power sunroof my sister and I loved to crack open, an air conditioning system my mother rarely used, and leather seats worn into the perfect shape for my lil’ stubborn ass to feel snug.
My childhood felt pretty comfy in that car; I felt like everywhere we were headed, it was purposeful. My mom was the type of woman who’d first whip on the AM radio to catch up with the current traffic and then, promptly afterward, she’d switch to FM radio. It’d either be a mix of the latest pop music [the 2000’s provided] or a nice classic tune to ease one’s drive, regardless of the traffic situations, rest assured, me mum got the tunes. Though the music may be the same redundant trash one may hear every day, I learned something important.
PRIORITIZE.
Now, to be completely fair, I didn’t actually realize this until I started living alone when I didn’t have a car, but rather a lot of responsibilities. I would often push tasks aside for just a few drinks with some friends.. which then led to a few hours with some friends.. and suddenly I’m back home, it’s 2:37 AM and I have a shift at 9 AM…
fuck.
Like many things, I feel like there’s more to say, yet everyone’s mind’s already racing, so let’s just leave it at that for now.
It’s been more than 6 months since I’ve written the entry above. There was a more earlier, but I’ve cut it out to provide space for future changes. Maybe, it’ll be sometime soon, maybe it’ll a while.
for now, I’m going to enjoy my day!