Sunday, September 30, 2007

About To Get Jacked Up

Do people forget that drag queens are still men? See how dude shut the hell up!


Friday, September 28, 2007

Ain't This A Bitch

I finally get an interview (the first one of 3) for a job that I am interested in and now my present job decides that it's time to give me a raise and make it retroactive to April 21, 2007. The only thing is that I haven't gotten the damn raise yet and there is no word when it will actually come. If this raise is anything less than 6%, and I am offered the other position then it's adios to this damn job.

Fuck them hoes!

I was just thinking about something. This prospective job involves travel on Monday-Thursday. That means that if I get it, I will be off on the weekends. So, I promise myself that if I get it, I will apply to the GSU MBA weekend program! I Promise!


Here's The Deal

So Hollywood and I decided to call it quits on Sunday night. We finally just realized that we are just too different to try to make it work.


I like to talk about issues when the arise. He likes to talk about issues weeks after they have happened.

He is a homebody. I like to get out of the house when I have time.

He likes things his way and I am always willing to compromise.

He believes that things should always be harmonious. I accept that there will be some type of turmoil in any relationship.

I am affectionate. He could go without it.

He wants a boyfriend. I want a husband. *I NEVER pressured Hollywood into anything, but I did make my intentions clear that I wanted something permanent. And I did explain that I wasn't dating just to be doing it*

I know that this sounds one-sided because it is. I can only give my side of the story. I am sure that he has his list also.

We had an argument about something that he said before I went to Nassau. I mentioned it to him and he gave me a bullshit answer. We started yelling back and forth and then it hit me that I wasn't happy. I asked him if he could see a future with me and he didn't say "no", but the answer that he gave just had me taken aback. I don't want to repeat it because it hurt like hell to hear him say it and I was simply livid. Of course the yelling started again and I asked him why he was with me. His answer was that he liked me. There are just some things you don't say to someone that you like. He started with the "I don't think that we are gonna work out" bullshit again. I told him to just say what he really felt and he hesitated. I told him to just spit it out and he finally said "I think we should break up". He finally said what I know he had been feeling. I said "ok" and hung up the phone and haven't talked to him since.

But I wasn't sad or mad or hurt. I realized that no matter how much I wanted it to work and not matter how much I worked at it, we just weren't right for each other. So that situation is over and done with.

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Sunday, September 23, 2007

On My Mind 9/23/07

There hasn't been much going on in my life lately but I need to blog anyway.

1. I got a chance to meet Mr Jones on a recent work trip to Baltimore. We went out to lunch/dinner one day and had a really nice time. Food was not that great, but the company was nice (and cute). I have to say that Baltimore is not what people think it is. When a lot of people think of Baltimore, they think of HBO's, The Wire and have a negative image of the city. Since my first visit 2 years ago, the city has changed quit a bit. And for the better I must add. It's actually on my list of "I could live here" cities.

2. I also had the chance to visit Nassau, Bahamas last week. It was cool to finally leave the United States and get a stamp on my passport. But I wasn't all that impressed with the city of Nassau. I must admit that the water was breath-takingly beautiful, but since I am not a water/beach lover, it really didn't phase me. Plus it rained EVERY DAY that we were there. But one thing that I can give the Bahamas is that the people are extremely nice. Everyone spoke and had a smile on their face. I took a few pictures, but I am not in most of them because most of the times that I went out, I was usually by myself.

3. I'm broke as a joke and I have never been in this financial situation in my life. I actually have less than $200 to my name. When I get paid, I pay all of my bills, but have NOTHING left over. But it's all my own doing.I think that I may do a post on my life's mistakes soon. Maybe tomorrow. On of them I really regret is taking this job a little over a year ago, because I traded more pay for pay security. The other job was pay by day, but I made more. This job is yearly salary and I am seeing that I made about 20% more on the other job. Regrets, Regrets. The pay cut has finally caught up with me, especially since I don't have a roommate. But I am still on the hunt for a better paying job. It will come soon.

4. Speaking of roommates, I actually thought about getting another roommate to cut housing cost. But the two people that were available had either credit problems or didn't make enough money to qualify for the apartment. I took that as a sign from God, that I need to just live alone.

5. Hollywood and I are on cruise control right now. I'm not pressing the issue of commitment anymore because when he's ready, he'll be ready and I think that the issue on that is that I want a husband and he wants a boyfriend. But a this point, I still feel that I am open to meeting someone else if I decide to do that. I have expressed that to him and he SAYS that he has no problem with that. We will see what happens. *Scratch all of this. We just broke up*

6. I have decided that I am going on a cruise for my 30th birthday. I was looking at prices and the one that I want will cost about $1100. The only issues are that the dates available fall either before or after my birthday and I won't be able to pay for it until December. Prices may go up by then. I thought that I would want to go by myself, but that would be boring as hell. Maybe I will invite some friends.

7. I have noticed that during the last few months I haven't been depressed at all. This in spite of me feeling as though my life isn't where I want it to be. My new philosphy is to just say "fuck it" and handle problems when I feel like it.

8. I'm letting my hair grow out for 2months. I have always wanted to have my hair all wild and afro-like (ala John Legend) or twisted, but just never did it. I'll let it grow for 2 months and see what happens. I think that getting the line-up as soon as I get off a trip will keep me sustained and not looking a fool.

9. I'm noticing that my tastes in men are growing once again. I have never been that much attracted to effeminate men or the hood boys, but for some reason I have been finding both groups of men visually appealing. I have always dated dudes close to my level of masculinity and demeanor, but I haven't had the best luck. I guess for that reason, the extremes have started becoming attractive.

10. I don't have a #10.

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Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Is This Not The Funniest Picture? (not work safe)

I can't stop laughing at this picture! Can you imagine if someone actually said this to Oprah!


Tuesday, September 18, 2007

This Sucks!!!!!!

I'm in Nassau, the capital city of the Bahamas working and it has rained every single day except the first day that I got here. And I worked until 10 pm that night! This sucks, but I have 3 more days to get out and have some fun in the sun.

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Thursday, September 13, 2007

Politics and Religion

I don't discuss the topics and I tell people that when they attempt to engage me in the discussion of that subject or religion. I don't even like discussing either one on my blog. Why? Because the discussion always leads to an argument if at least 2 people have opposing or non-mathing views.

Case in point: I got a text message last night from a friend of mine who lives in Memphis. The text convo went as follows:

RH: Vote for Obama in 08.

Me: I think i'm voting for Hillary Clinton.

RH: Lord another sell out. Trying to keep a Black man out of the White House.

Me: I'm not gonna vote for him just because he is black.

RH: SELL OUT. Why can't you support the Black man?

Me: Did you vote for Alan Keyes or Al Sharpton in the 04 Presidential election?

Me: Do you shop at Black-owned stores in your own neighborhood? Do you buy Hip/Hop and Rap music of artist just because they are black? *he purports to only buy gospel music*

RH: I guess you proved my point *as I thought "WTF", how did I prove your point?*

Me: This is why I don't discuss politics and religion. Keep those opinions to yourself. You are officially on my shit list.

And this people, is why I don't discuss politics or religion. If you have a different outlook from another person, then you are part of the evil sect that must be destroyed. I guess that if this church-fiend friend finds out that I don't believe in Jesus or human-organized religion, then our friendship is over. Oh well.

You will never ever hear me attempt to persuade someone to believe the things that I believe. And I hate when other people try to force their beliefs or choices on me. I leave people to believe in what they want to and act as they want to act and I would love the same courtesy. As I always say, what one person eats will never make me shit.

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Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Boy Crazy

Do you have a friend who just goes crazy over every man that he thinks is cute, sexy, fine, or attractive? I'm sure that you do. I have quite a few.

This is the friend that will miss an exit on the highway just to get a good luck at a man that he sees driving next to him.

He or she will go in the store at the gas station and buy a pack of gum because the guy at the counter is cute.

This person will ask you to drive around the corner one more time just so that he/she can look at a dude again that was washing his car.

They snap their necks in the direction of any man that walks by.

These people stop talking mid convo and forget what the hell they were conversing about when a dude walks by.

But don't let the dude that they saw from a mile away be unattractive, they feel disappointed when they get that good look.

Now this person has no intention of saying anything to the dude and is even scared to look him in the eye. They just want to get a good look. But please don't ask me to go out of my way so that you can LOOK at a dude that you have no intentions of saying anything to.

Now I have been guilty of this. Sometimes a brotha is just that damn sexy. I was driving the other day and saw a dude at the bus stop with no shirt on and a body of dreams. I screamed "damn he fine", but by the time I got to the next traffic light, I had forgotten about him.

I fully understand that that 6'6" dark chocolate brotha with the dreads, baggy basketball shorts, six pack, and ample booty can cause you to pause, but damn don't lose your damn mind! And please don't follow the dude around!

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Sunday, September 09, 2007

Repost:Busted Can of Biscuits-January 5, 2006

I know that I ain't the only one that looks, so you all have to admit it. Have you ever noticed how some men always seem to sit with their legs gapped wide open to show you their package? My boys and I call this a busted can of biscuits because that's what it looks like sometimes. Here is an example:Has anybody else ever noticed this?


Repost:I Love Dick. What Does That Make Me? June 26, 2006

WARNING: This post is about gay sexual positions. It is a very open and upfront post. You may actually learn something. Read at your own risk.

In the gay world, when it comes to sex, you must be put into a category. If not, then you confuse the hell out of people. I've heard stories that back in the day (i.e. anytime before the 90s), you either took dick or you gave it. There was no inbetween. You either took dick in the ass (bottom) or you gave dick to the ass (top). Then around the 90s, gay men realized that you didn't have to be relegated to one position or the other. Thus came the role of versatile. A versatile man was neither a top or bottom. He gladly gave and received dick. Then there was the man that was a top, but would give up a little ass every now and then. He was called a verstile/top. And the man that was a bottom that gave up some dick every now and then was called a versatile/bottom. Finally, there was the man that didn't have anal sex at all, but he would suck a mean dick. He was called oral and was largely disregarded as selfish with his dick or ass.

On some occasions when a man first has sex with another man, he does not know his sexual position. He may have no clue. But on other occasions, he may know that he only wants to penetrate someome or have someone penetrate him. There are also some people who start out their sex lives in one position and switch to another. Sexual desires are fluid like that.

When it comes to myself, I have hit just about every point on the sexual position map. It all seemed to depend on who I was having sex with. There have been some men who wanted me to be their top, some who wanted me to be thier bottom, and some who wanted some versatility. I USE to be happy as long as I was getting me some tongue, dick, or ass. I don't use any of the labels mentioned earlier. I like to call myself adaptable. I can be whatever my partner wants me to be. But if forced (as if that would ever happen) to choose one, I would have to say that I was a versatile/bottom.

Most guys would never admit to being any kind of bottom even if they are. They still think in that old mentality that bottom equals feminine or weak. Well, I can tell you that it means neither. The only thing that it means is that you like to be penetrated. That's it. Nothing else to explain. Admitting that I like dick is nothing to me. Having had my share of versatility, I know that I like dick more than I like ass. When I was younger, it didn't matter, but as I got older learned that I liked and wanted one more than the other.

To be honest, when I penetrated a guy, he got a lot more out of it than I did. To me, the only good part of doing it was the end result. The orgasm. That was it. All of that work and the whole time I was doing it, I felt virtually nothing until the end. Well sometimes. A few dudes had that ass that put a grip on my dick and made my eyes go white. But on the other hand, when I am being penetrated, it feels good from start to finish. A lot of times, I can feel it all over my body. Read this post to understand that.

I think that it's because I am better at being a bottom than I am at being a top. I know what to do and how to do it to make sure that I get the feeling that I want and the same for my partner. I find that making sure that I am having a good time will ensure that he is too. I know how to arch my back according to his height. I know to squeeze when he pulls out and to relax when he goes back in. I know how to hold my legs a certain way for each position. I know to not rest on his legs when I am riding so that he can have some control. I know that when he gets his rhythm going, I have to match it with mine. And #1, I know to have a clean ass! I am better at being a bottom because I know what to do.

When I am penetrating someone, the only thing that I do it pile drive that ass. I don't know all of the different methods and all of that shit and have never wanted to learn. But all the guys that I have done seemed to enjoy it. One guy that I was dating started out penetrating me, but I did him the first time and never got any dick from him again. In fact, no one has since then.

Now as far as having a husband, I would like a guy who is a versatile/top. I may only want some booty 3 or 4 times a year, but I want him to enjoy giving me that booty. When I was with Dreads, he would do it, but he hated it. Seeing him ACT like he was dying was such a turn off. I guess he thought that if he acted like it was killing him, I would have sympathy and not want to do it again. But I would do him because he had a good, plump, tight booty. He would just have to suffer through it and I wouldn't look at his face. But I want a dude that is gonna WANT to be penetrated every so often. I like being being penertrated, but my dick is not retired!

So all in all, I like dick. Does that make me a bottom? Maybe in your book, but to me it just means that I like dick!

So all in all


Repost:The Shop-April 23, 2006

If you haven't seen MTV's, The Shop , then you truly are missing a good show. Thanks to cable DVR, I have been able to watch every episode. If you don't know what the show is about, then I will give you a little background. It's a show about what goes on in the a barber shop in Jamaica, Queens. During the course of the show, the barbers and customers talk about all subjects under the sun. They crack jokes, cut hair, and do all of the other barber shop antics. I swear that I am usually laughing during the whole show. But this post isn't all about the show even though I love it. I got to ask the fella why barbers do the shit that they do to turn you the fuck on. And you all know what I am talking about.

I had to get a new barber when the one that I had moved to another city. The one that I found is sexy like a muthafucka. I mean the brotha is good-looking, nice smile, deep voice, nice ass, and all the rest. As they say, the brotha's got it going on. So naturally, I am attracted to the brotha. But when he cuts my hair, he has me on edge and horny as hell.

This Saturday while cutting my hair, he did that thing that all barbers do. He put his dick on me. Barbers do this when cutting your hair and I have always wondered why? Do they not know that they have their dick on your arm, leg, hand. So I guess that brothas are pretty much use to this happening. What the hell do straight guys think when this happens to them? But anyway, usually when this happens, it doesn't phase me anymore. That is until this new barber. For some reason when his dick hit my knee, my leg started shaking and I COULD NOT get it to stop. Can you imagine my knee shaking against this man's dick? I was sure that he was gonna jump or something. But can you believe that he didn't move? He actually shifted and pressed in a little more. By this time, I was about to have a nervous breakdown. My leg would not stop shaking against his dick. Finally, he finished my lineup and he moved to finish the back of my neck. But, instead of turning me away from the mirror like most barbers, he turned me toward the mirror. I guess so that I could look at him. LOL.

I swear, when I left the shop, I felt like I had just finished having sex with that man. I didn't have an orgasm, but I had that feeling that you have AFTER you do have one. Believe me, I can't wait until next Saturday.

Anybody else ever have an experience like this?


Dave Chappelle

I never watched his show when it was on, but I have been on YouTube all damn day watching clips. I needed this laugh! I think I will go out tomorrow and get all of his DVDs


Wednesday, September 05, 2007

My MInd is Everywhere

I haven't posted in a while because my mind is all over the place with worry about my dating situation, finances, jobs, friend and family and just life in general. But I promise that when I feel better, I will let you all in on what's on my mind.

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