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What the heck
Is bothering me?


Relax, Relate, Release **pushes out the bad, brings in the good**

I've been doing that for weeks.
Countless weeks. My job search for New York has emerged into a living nightmare where all I do in think of jobs and how I don't have one and how I need to get the living heck out of Largo, Maryland.

The DC Metro Area in general is a relative hell basket for the career field I should be in and frankly the more I sit here and think about it, the less I can agree that DC provides the space I need to do what it is I want to do.

Thus, one needs to take hold of the good things that are present in their lives such as employment, friends, family, and knowing that God, somewhere sees that you're losing your Black mind.

In lieu of this factor, I need to go back to writing. I have completely neglected my blog and my writing responsibilties. I miss commenting on the things of then, now, and later. Most importantly I have missed key opportunities to make fun of several
moments in Black Embarassment history.

BET Awards
Hustle and Coon
Essence Magazine and its new "owners"
Ying Yang Twins

Just a slew of things that are totally hilarious.

For this I apologize.
Life sometimes hits you with a double whammy and then blows into face and giant wave of bullshit.
I just need to start living the better part of it again  ¶ 8:54 PM 0 Comments

  Yeah as for Manstrike...

I was chewing them up and spitting them out like a freaking spider

It did not go as planned.
Well it sort of did actually.

I still have no boo, persay.

However, I did manage to have incredible sex with one man (yeah I know shut up).
I also got rid of my Suge Knight problem. Those guys are complete jerks. Give me a funny, athletic nerd instead.
I found out how to make a man completly powerless. By treating him like he treats women, then letting him know that you are better than any porno movie, and then removing him from your life to a point where all he does he think of you.
It is so empowering!
I discovered that I need to be free and be me. I allow myself so little and right now I am in transition.
I learned that the materialistic things of this world are more appealing when you are broke. Which sucks alot.
I have acquired a new favorite drink. It is the Starbucks "Strawberry Lemonade" Blended Frappe.

Men this summer have existed as short term, or mini term relief partners. The few that I dealt with were shocked that I treated them so loosely and were amazed that a smart, intelligent woman like myself, actually knew how to play the game.

They didn't like that.

How funny.

It amazes me how a man can say he wants a woman that understand her role and then freaks out when not only she fufills it but decides that through her "Is this the one process" to elimnate him from the "fringe benefit" process and use him for his stronger suits.

Do you seriously expect me to give you my all when you cannot even catch up with me?

Are men that silly to believe that all women are still settling for "Joe Blow and I Said So?"

This summer I was also presented with several sexual suggestions by random ass men that I couldn't take seriously.
One suggestions was a threesome...Which I am glad never came to pass
One was a night time rendevouz with a cutie from out of town...Couldn't find any lodging and I didn't take him seriously anyway given his approach.
One involved a video tape...Quickly declined
And another hinted at a swinger type situation...No and more no

Throughout this time, I found myself asking:

Do I truly admire monogamy and its benefits too much perhaps?
Or maybe I have become a bitter black woman that is now going through the "I don't love them hoes" stage?

I think it is a mixture of both honestly.

I do know this.
That the Manstrike Manifesto of 2005 was not a complete failure.
It was moreso a lesson of temptation, choices, honesty, and faithfulness.

I believe in love.
Sex just comes up quicker during hot ass summer months.  ¶ 8:19 PM 0 Comments

  "I am not making love to anything that remotely wack"

I wouldn't let this fool cut my grass, let alone be my sex soundtrack.

I am tired of bad ballads.
Sick and freaking tired.

My last love making session involved listening to Bobby Valentino. Frankly, I don't wanna hear that.
Nothing is sexy about that man.

Prince.
That's sexy.
I know I should be focused on the here and now of the sexual act but whenever I hear that mighty, mighty, squeal during the song, "Insatisable", I am in a different state of being and place.

The act of bedroom activities are comprised of so many things. It becomes artistically crafted into a wonderful display of creative competition and tempting role-playing.

So when Mr. Utimate Lover puts on Bobby Valentino, I know I am in for some corny ass mess.

This post might just be a rant about Bobby Valentino but frankly...
I hate wack sex soundtracks.  ¶ 9:12 PM 0 Comments