..I’m sorry you did what?!

Hi there folks! I’m on a whole different page today for some reason…not sure why but it is what it is. Partial discussion for today: changing a taken man.

Ladies, if you meet him, start dating him while he is involved with someone, there’s no way in hell he’s going to leave her and actually be faithful to you. Sorry…I do not believe it. It doesn’t matter the situation, if he’s cheating on her with you what makes you think you’re so special that he’s going to stop just for you? Did you forget you were the side chick for a moment? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now if there’s someone out there (preferably a male) who can seriously back up the claim that a man can change and be faithful to a woman that he met while being unfaithful…(I’m not talking about a married man…that’s a whole ‘nother topic! I’m more specifically speaking of a man who is actively dating another woman…), then please, by all means do inform me of one of these cases for I’ve NEVER heard of it happening.

Ladies, do you think you have some magical vagina juice that will somehow convince him to stay with you? I hate to break it to you, but his girl also probably thought she had the magic stuff too and could keep her man satisfied. Clearly that didn’t work out too well for her either? We’ve got to for sure do more better. Yes, I said MORE BETTER.

On another note, I have a huge problem with the demoralization of nudity. Only here in America do we see nudity and automatically switch gears to making it something sexual. Get outta here…

We were born in our birthday suits which clearly consisted of nothing but our beautiful skin and whatever else we might have be it we were born male or female. So why is it such a bad thing to be naked? I personally ENJOY being naked and just walking around naked. It matters not how unattractive one may think I look when I am in my full birthday suit, it makes me feel great. As should you too. In my humble opinion, I believe women especially should walk around naked, and look at themselves in the mirror in this state. The reason behind this: confidence. How many of you ladies dread walking in front of that full length mirror right after you’ve showered and dried off because of the image peering back at you? I am sure there are a good many of you who are almost disgusted with the image in the mirror; a distorted silhouette of your former teenage self. You should EMBRACE who you are now! Stop turning the lights off when you’re making love with your man (or woman whichever you prefer) leave the lights on! He or she will enjoy the new found confidence you have! I promise….that in itself will make for a more exciting romp in the sheets I guarantee. Walk around naked, touch your body, dance for yourself, do whatever it takes for you to love who YOU are!

Nudity is beautiful!

september 21 2013.

In the wake of the impending end of the world this Friday, I felt it only to be appropriate to share my thoughts of this Mayan catatsrophe. First of all, what if the world does not in fact end on Friday, December 21st, 2012? Will I still get paid for my time put in for the past month? Will I seriously miss Christmas and the opportunity to get back in school next semester?

More importantly, does that mean I’ll miss my opportunity to procreate again. I won’t be able to make love to the man of my dreams, my future husband and bring into the world nine months later a beautiful baby. A baby conceived on the night the world was supposed to end.

Now if indeed the world does not end, we are going to see a serious influx of child support cases being opened and a second coming of a masssive baby boom.

I just know that dammit if it’s going to end, I had better be with some super cool people and all of that good stuff…

It also won’t hurt to practice that reproduction just one more time before the world ends according to the Mayan calendar…:-)

{Extreme dislike: personified.}

Theoretically speaking, we never dated. Seriously at least. I’d say we casually dated with some seriousness thrown in the mix during those few months of the dance we were doing. It was a very nice dance when we were both in sync. A dance of epic proportion; a dance that seemed to flow together much like the pieces of a complicated puzzle where the two of us where the winning shapes.

I guess I can’t really be mad that you lied to me…

Right?

You see, more than anything I was affected by you in a way that no one else has done before. You looked me in the eye and said in a nutshell I was much like the woman you indeed were looking for. You tore yourself into the windows of my soul, spoke sweet words of desire and truth by your definition into my ear…and I took them in. I listened and believed every single word you spoke to me that night. I soaked every one of your words in and kept them locked away in the back of my mind by lock and key, with you being the one who held the master-key. In such a short period of time, my emotions were overwhelmed by a sense of desire to know more about you. A desire to reel you in and just hold you. Hold you and pray that you’d allow me to one day learn to love you.

Little did I know at the time, but your words were made of nothing. Nothingness and dark intentions filled these words rather than good intentions mentioned in your silky words spoken. The words spoken to me by you rolled off your tongue with such ease and deception, I should’ve saw clear through it from the beginning. But me being a trusting woman, a woman who wanted so badly to believe you might be indeed different from the vast majority of penises out there seeking to just bust a nut and keep it moving. But of course, I was tragically wrong.

I oftentimes question the length of time required to fall for someone per se, and unfortunately I don’t think it took that long for me to fall for you. You’re not the absolute most beautiful man I’ve ever dealt with so truthfully it’s not even the looks. (I’m not a bad looking lady so I can pull my weight in the sexy man department…please believe that…) It was your personality. It was the way our personalities jived, the common interest and the ability to carry on a real conversation with you without having to fill in gaps and voids with nonsensical information.

It was the ability to stand there with your arms wrapped all around me for a long period of time and not one word be verbally spoken yet so many words said at one time. Sometimes it’s what is NOT said that means so much more than words that are verbally spoken and at that moment, your non verbal communication spoke volumes of intimacy and belief in something greater between you and I.

But that was only a product of deception and lies to fill a personal void that obviously you have and I cannot fix. I congratulate you on your endeavors. You should also win some kind of an award for your amazing acting skills because you definitely played a great role and won me over without saying one word….

Racism: just stop it. Veiled or unveiled.

Okay…You all already know I can be rather opinionated and or passionate about this topic at hand. Hence the reason why it’s a diary of a mad MIXED lady.

First of all, could someone please explain to me why it’s not okay for people of opposite races (IE, Black people and White people) to date, marry and reproduce? Are you really that afraid that your lilly White or pure Ebony race will greatly diminish so much that you’ll no longer be in existence?

Seriously?

Because technically everyone is of mixed race if you look at history. What is it about skin color that bothers some of you so much in regards to dating or marrying? I am a fine example of race mixing that came out to be a great person…or at least I think I have.

I’ve oftentimes questioned how some people can be very cool with me specifically, and tell how much they’re not racist but have a huge problem with any of their family members racially mixing.

Wake up people! We are ALL people! The last I checked, when we are all cut, we all bleed the same color blood: RED. When one of you bleeds a different shade than I do then please let me know. I want to see this with my own eyes.

You all need to sit down, SHUT UP and let it go. It’s going to happen. Black people and White people can date, marry and have children and raise these children in just as stable an environment as your mono race family did your family. Don’t sit back and try and blame someone else either for your family member “going astray” in the world of interracial dating because I hate to break it to you, but there’s not one individual who can force anyone to be attracted to whomever they are attracted to. Nine times outta nine, these people have ALWAYS felt it, just never acted upon it out of fear of backlash from the very ones who SHOULD be most supportive…

Before you judge a man or woman based solely on their skin tone without knowing a damn thing about them, you might want to check yourself and your own insecurities. Just because you are afraid, doesn’t mean you should not give someone else the benefit of a doubt that they indeed are just as good a person as your own…

Just a little food for thought.

Why should I?

I would love to walk away and not think twice about you. To completely eradicate you from my psyche and say to heck with it, another loss taken. I am sure it would feel amazing to be able to sit back and relish in the fact that you indeed miss me and would love to know more about me.

However, I know that is not exactly the case. Or at least that’s what it feels like right now. The opportunity lately has not presented itself for me to be able to sit with you and have a serious chat. You know, sit back and sort some things out. Explain and clarify some things that are otherwise blurry and vague to me. There is something about you that I cannot shake. I cannot shake you from my heart…

There’s something you’ve said or done that has impacted my soul so much that it won’t let you go. It will not allow me to forget you, yet when I do somewhat come to grips with reality that you’re just not that into me, you reappear. You show back up in my world some way or another. Whether it’s your face popping up on my computer screen or a quick and simple text message reminding me you’re still there…I cannot let you go. And I do not know why. One of the more memorable things you said to me the last time we spoke was that although you and I might not speak often that doesn’t mean I’m not on your mind…

You’ve never let me know that by actions though. I guess the bottom line is I’d like to know what really you want from me. No one is forcing you to be taken off the meat market, no one is forcing you to change your day-to-day life. I don’t want to change a thing about you…that’s what has drawn me to you…who you are at this very moment.

The big question for me though is just how long should I be patient and see what you do? How many opportunities shall I miss waiting to see if you are as into me as your mouth says but your actions don’t?

Call me foolish, but I’m almost ready to wait forever….