She uses her high society influence to mold a new reality for the once farm boy. She shakes the proverbial mud from his boots and sends him off to medical school. As society would dictate, they marry and spend the next 4 decades playing house. The next logical step in a disastrous domestic path is to of course, manifest the angst in the form a child. Fast forward a few years. ADHD, attention deficit in high-definition! My life seems to be a blur of landscapes, after school activities, after school detention and music lessons.

My fondest memories are at the mall, where clothing and records became the objects of an ongoing obsession. To this day it’s where I disconnect, quiet my mind and find my center. The other place that warms my heart is the beauty parlor. That’s the place where I’d spend countless hours with my mother. Lots of happy, husband bashing, Valium loving women trading gossip while venerating their vanity. The depth of my shallowness was now properly quarried. On certain Saturdays I’d do “rounds”. Good times at the hospital visiting the infirmed. My father was a doctor when doctors were still as relevant and revered as celebrities, and my father was a celebrity. Dash and debonair with a sinister conspiratorial view. He was a man of great charisma and charm; he cultured and prepped me for life as a demigod, a salesman and a great persuader. He taught me to embrace the new world order for it was the path of inevitability.

My life as I viewed it seemed perfect. I was raised with a silver spoon in my mouth. Plenty of politics, mounds of money, tons of toys and I swear I was hugged too much. I attended an upscale Southern Baptist school where and when child abuse was considered discipline and an ideal way to drive out the demons. Tied up, locked in dark closets and beat with wooden paddles is how I prefer my studies.

Needless to say I quickly developed resentment for educators, religion and just the whole system of authority in general. Rebellion became my response and the harder they pressed the harder I fought back. Don’t get me wrong, my parents were good people but they were so wrapped up in their reality that actual reality seemed to pass them by. Like the true bourgeois they just threw money at it all. I was left to the devices of those who “knew better”. I waged battle with the deafening roar of my own brain as it did battle with god’s messengers. I was on Ritalin, I lacked responsibility, I was hyperactive, I had no direction and I had an I.Q. of 124. Only one option…

Sex, Drugs & Rock n Roll! The fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil. To discover oneself is to find true freedom and in that freedom lies the responsibility for one’s own actions. After a few semesters of college I came to the realization that I was not to follow in my father’s footsteps but rather I would create, I would rebel and I would sow my wild oats. As a result of my extensive music research and by research I mean hunched over the stereo pouring over album after album and devouring them with the same veracity an addict would slump over a spoon and needle. Music was my shelter and fashion was my cover. I created music, I created wardrobes & I created a persona. I united my two passions and formed Cabbage & Jules a clothing store that pioneered fashion to Gainesville, Florida. It was rock n roll and it was haute couture. Business was good. So much so that I later opened a second store called The Body and Soul Culture, a 24 hour experience of music, fashion and nightlife. They were viciously consumed by the flames of excess.

I retreated to Miami but my defeat would not last long. I soon and unexpectedly fell in love. I married within a year and together we created two boys. Now my clan was assembled and I was well on my way to rebuilding my realm.

Present day. I am owner and director of Thread Nectar, Inc. Purveyors of tasty garments with a mélange of the occult, political conspiracies, nautical flair and the soft underbelly of Miami. I am co-owner of Hi-Tech Floss a recording studio and production company currently working with internationally recognized artists. I also consult for and market companies who are looking to brand themselves and expand in a 21^st century environment.

I am Sexton Garcia. I wear many hats and in them I keep ideas.

sextongarcia.com, threadnectar.com, facebook.com/threadnectar

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Jill Slaughter at Next@19 Archive

Saturday March 17, 2012

Self-described as ‘always candid, always truthful,’ Jill Slaughter possesses all the complexities of a middle child; the entitlement of marrying into money; the weakness of having lost it all; the broken heartedness of losing a custody battle and the triumph of serenity earned by her persistent, never-ending crawl toward optimism.

The dark comedienne is also a painter and in 2011, was named one of the ‘Faces of the Arts of Broward County’. Her website, www.rawcandor.com, is a refreshingly personal window into Slaughter’s life challenges and triumphs.

Next@19th is located at 137 NE 19 Street, Miami FL 33132, on the campus of Temple Israel’s historic site in downtown Miami.

For more information please call 305.542.7732 or visit the website at www.nextat19th.org. Reading at 9PM A free event.

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