5 Times Not To Take Her Back To Your House…
This isn’t that chick you honked at in the liquor store on 7 Mile; THIS is your future queen. The one you pulled your visor down for just to make sure you were right in the mirror just before you approached her. Serendipity has rewarded you. She’s been sensational. She’s said the right things, wore the right outfit, and has displayed nothing but class. All the while, hinting that she’s not quite ready for the magical time between the two of you to end. Now don’t you fuck this up boy. Your next move could be the green light into breakfast in bed and sex on the kitchen table OR it could be the red light followed by the sick feeling you have in your stomach when she graciously asked to be taken home. In my Jay-Z voice, “I’ma show you how to do this son…”
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Thank God For Women
Thank God for Women. All women. THE BEAUTIFUL SHADES OF BLACK WOMEN. Not to forget the beauty in all women, despite the ugliness that may show. The women that went through hell and back to become women. The women that got pregnant as girls and transformed to women as mothers. The women who love God; the women who love family; the women who love themselves. Damn, I love women.
I love women who aren’t too proud to admit when they are wrong. I love women who know they don’t need a man, they need a good man; a good man for them. Our mothers, sisters, wives, and daughters. Our women.
I love women who have priorities, even when I’m not one. I love women who love the right man enough to let him be a man. I love women who listen. I love women who help you to be a better man, to become a man. The women who will never tell anyone about your tears. Damn, I love women.
Women. The women who you never have to worry about cheating because she was committed to the idea of forever since that special woman raised her. The women who don’t believe in revenge. The women who will give you another chance, if you deserve it. The women who will kick you to the curb, if you deserve it.
The women who do it for themselves, but like to do it for you. The women that love you so much, it’s crazy…but they love themselves so much, they’d never go crazy. The women who live to make other people happy. The women who volunteer and give to charity.
The women who smile. That smile that brings your spirits up. You think they they want you because of that smile, but they are just happy. Happy that you’re happy. They’re happy to be women. Damn, I love women.
I love women. Real women. No transformers. I love women who like to be women; traditional roles. Women that rather be men, need not applaud. I love women with flavor. Intelligent and witty. Smart mouths minus the dumb content. I love women who are comfortable natural, without accessories. Damn, I love women.
I don’t love these hoes. I could give a fuck about these bitches. But these women, The Queens, o’ how I long to become a King worth of such a woman.
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A Talk With My Little Brother…
12. Let’s look into that number. First off, it’s my shoe size. It’s also the diameter of every subwoofer that has ever been in the back of any of my vehicles. It’s the age I lost virginity. It’s the most amount of nuts I’ve bust in a 24 hour period (conventional sex, head, and masturbation included). It’s the most numbers I ever got in one outing (see Detroit International Auto Show @ Cobo Hall in 2003. I actually got 14, but two of the numbers didn’t work). Last but not least, it’s how old my little brother is, I think (he might be 11).
In light of some threads on forums around the internet, I felt it was time I had a conversation with my little brother about the birds and the bees. Well, not exactly. It was more about the concept of Adam and Eve versus Adam and Steve. That’s right. I have to do my part to ensure that my little brother is a heterosexual male or atleast that’s what I tell myself. Some men can be born with femininee traits, as far as how they behave, and thankfully my little brother doesn’t have those. That doesn’t mean anything, but it’s a good starting point.
I didn’t want to get too deep into the discussion of how wrong it is for men to do anything meant for men and women to do (or women and other women for that matter, lol), so I just presented him with a simple question:
What do boys like?
My question threw him off at first. He then responded,
Video games.
I laughed and continued on, what else?
Sports.
He was right again, but I pressed him further. What else?
Ummm, girls.
“That’s right,” I congratulated. “Boys like girls. Do you understand that? Boys like girls and girls like boys. That’s the only way.” He looked at me funny and said,
I know girls who like girls.
I paused. I laughed. I said,
Me too.
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It’s Time To Go
Is there are direct correlation between females with the “fattest asses” and the females who lack any form of couth? It darn sure seems like it. Perhaps that is only prevalent in certain urban communities or tied not to the actual curvature of a woman’s buttocks, but the presentation of said…assets. For all the people who still ignorantly think, “uH will fuck anything”, despite countless blogs that feature yours truly walking away from open legs, here’s a recent recollection of , I’m straight…
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5 Times Not To Eat The Cat
It’s become evident that almost any man is prone to enjoy the taste of a woman’s vagina every once in a while, or atleast her reaction from a flickering tongue across her clitoris. However, some men seem to offer up having their faces rode just because the sky is blue. Since I have the lowest eat to fuck ratio in the history of sex, I feel qualified to speak on when a male should pass on the appetizer. Here we go…
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My Neighbor Surfed A Tsunami
It was a dark and stormy night…sike, it was absolutely gorgeous afternoon in Metro-Detroit. Birds were chirping, pit bulls weren’t biting anyone, and I couldn’t see anyone being robbed. The normal hoodrats downsized to mere mice. The homeless people at the gas station got a hold of some soap, nobody tried to sell me any “cd’s and movies”, and the lower level dope boys didn’t offer me any “loud.” All I needed was to find a nice young lady to enjoy the rest of the afternoon with…
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Double Standard?
Ok this picture is f’d up on a million levels, but I’ll let everyone else speak on that.
My question is this…
Why is this mildly ok, but what if this was a grown MAN, with his dick on some kids shoulder?
Can we say…he’d be in prison? He’d be getting his ass beat by every man who saw him on the street?
What’s the difference?
Why is it that a older woman can walk up to a 6 yr old boy and say, “You’re so cute. If you were older I’d be all over you…you just don’t know.” But if a 40 yr old man said that to a little girl, it would be lights out. So…what’s going on?
Female teachers fuck highschool boys all the time, no problem. 17 year old boy fucks 15 year girl…arrest warrants are issued. I thought females matured faster than males?
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