Well alot has happened since my last post. I have been beyond negligent. I dont know what caused me to start a dating blog. Though in my mind I'm a dating machine, the dates are far and few between and yet I'm still trying to find out what a "normal" dating experience is.
I've moved back to my hometown - Chicago. The dating scene is very different and I find my self emboldened.
Example.
The music is blaring, I'm leaning on the counter of the bar. My hips sway to the music. A man (a tall man - and you know how I feel about them) approaches me, puts his hand around my waist (not tightly and he wasn't by my butt), and asks for my number. I turn my head and look at him and say "Buy me a drink"
Can you believe this broke fool said he couldn't. I shrugged my shoulders and said "You gotta pay to play" and walked away.
Then there was the really boring guy. Great on paper, just didn't click at all. And I really tried for a click but just cant force it. He was socially awkward and well not a man's man. And you know I like a manly man.
Oh and I cant forget every online daters worse fear. The gentle southern, mixed race 36 year old ended up be a very unattractive 50 year old man who is no more mixed than every other black person. I mean I didn't leave, because you guys know how I am about a free meal. But trust and believe as soon as I chewed my last bite I was peace.
Then there is the guy that everytime I see him, he asks for my number. I am soo disinterested from his looks, his height, the fact he actually says shit like "come here. come here. come here."
Really we are not 8. You are grown if your ass wants my number at least get your lazy ass up an walk the 8 paces to ask me. Then he always wants a hug, to which I respond "nah I have personal space issues." Last time he asked for my number (mind you he asked me from a table away cause getting up to collect was apparantly too much effort) I told him "NO" like all other times. Do you know this fool had the nerve to ask me why.
"Because I am completely uninterested. I have no desire to give you my number and get to know you."
Sometimes you just gotta be honest. "No" was not working.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Off Topic - Best and Worst Primetime Sex Scene
Okay so I have several shows I like, but only ONE that has turned me into a utter and complete addict. TRUE BLOOD, an HBO series about Vampires in Louisiana, comes on Sunday nights at 9pm. TRUE BLOOD is based on The Southern Vampire Series by Charlaine Harris. (I must say now that's its a show I refuse to read the books because I don't want to know what's going to happen, but I do find myself sneaking peaks at reviews. Knowing me I'll break down and read them though.) Now technically because it is on cable I don't know that it counts as prime-time, but this is my blog so I say it does.
**THIS COMMENTARY CONTAINS SPOILERS**
Two weeks ago I watched an episode with the nastiest sex scene ever. Sookie - a 26 year old waitress with the ability to hear others thoughts, goes to Bill's grave, her 150+ yr old vampire boyfriend who devirgined her the previous week, to mourn him. Some locals set fire to a vampire house where he was staying. She caught wind of it and left him several voicemails but he didn't answer his phone. Four bodies were found one to be assumed Bill. (The bodies were liquefied, but there were four vampires staying there including Bill). She mourns him that night by laying flowers on his grave (his original grave from when he was assumed dead back during the civil war). As she turns to leave, a hand shoots up from the ground, grabbing her ankle. She scrambles to get away, the hand holding her is too tight and she falls to the ground, providing leverage for the being below. She begins to crawl away. More of the underground body is revealed.
"Sookie" the southern drawl cries.
It was Bill covered in dirt. He was a different complexion he was so dirty. Dirty and very very NAKED. They kiss. Right there and the mud covered cemetery ground they go at it. Now it's HBO so they show him looking down, shifting his hips, and that grunt of first penetration.
I turned my head. That was just damn nasty. His dirt covered dick inserting her.(And yes I know it's not real). I thought man, they had better write a yeast infection into next weeks script.
So that got me to thinking about the BEST sex scene on prime time television. I didn't have to think long. There is an undisputed champion in my mind that no show's sex scene has even come close to knocking them off their pedestal. I remember all the commotion around it. Fans of the show talked about the next day and the first thing they said "Man did you see that sex scene?"
Well let me not keep you waiting. The show (and one of my top five all time favorite shows) BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER. Yeah I know you guys must be thinking I have a thing for vampires. What can I say, I love my fanged creatures on the big and small screen.
Since Buffy is off the air, I feel any summarizing is fair game and not in the least bit considered a spoiler. And it has been several years since its been off the air so my memory may be lacking or mixing up a few details, but here goes.
Spike is a vampire, a bad guy. He was kidnapped by this secret government sect and implanted with a chip so that anytime he went to hurt/kill a human it would go off causing him excruciating pain. However for some reason the chip didn't go off on Buffy. (We think it has something to do with her coming back from the dead...again). Buffy didn't know this. He faked it to use at an opportune time. Buffy, the vampire slayer, and Spike were in an alley. I believe arguing. (Keep in mind Spike is no longer a bad guy, at least by action, because he cannot hurt anyone). She hits him, knocks him down. He retaliates and hits her across the alley into a wall. (Side note - they both have superhuman strength). They go at it fighting, until one of them knocks the other so hard they go hauling through this abandoned building. Now it's on. They are kicking each others ass. The building is falling around them (not collapsing, they are throwing each other through walls, knocking them into bricks so some of them fall). Then they turn ready to go back. I don't know whose turn it is but they stop. And for one long electrifying moment they just stare at each other. All the anger, passion, and energy of the moment is still there, ready to be released. Who makes the first move, I can't remember. But they are kissing. You hear the unbuckling of pants, the zipping of zippers, Buffy is lifted up and raised down. A moan escapes her. The fall some more (literally). The still manage to tear up more of the building, but this time not because of fighting, but well...fucking. The grunts, the groans, the lifting up and down, the flexing of hips. It was all pretty graphic even with them being fully clothed. After it's all over she grabs her clothes (or something) tries to make a move for it and leave. He grabs her by the wrist (can't remember what he said), lifted her up and the came down with a moan. I thought "Damn this shit is graphic for regular TV." But it was still hot as hell.
So those are my two best and worst I started to do it for books, but with me being a writer and all I just didn't have the spirit (or balls) to do it.
So what is your best and worst sex scene on TV?
*As you can tell I'm stalling on my own internal analysis "Denile is more than a river in Egypt."
Have no fear folks, it is coming.*
**THIS COMMENTARY CONTAINS SPOILERS**
Two weeks ago I watched an episode with the nastiest sex scene ever. Sookie - a 26 year old waitress with the ability to hear others thoughts, goes to Bill's grave, her 150+ yr old vampire boyfriend who devirgined her the previous week, to mourn him. Some locals set fire to a vampire house where he was staying. She caught wind of it and left him several voicemails but he didn't answer his phone. Four bodies were found one to be assumed Bill. (The bodies were liquefied, but there were four vampires staying there including Bill). She mourns him that night by laying flowers on his grave (his original grave from when he was assumed dead back during the civil war). As she turns to leave, a hand shoots up from the ground, grabbing her ankle. She scrambles to get away, the hand holding her is too tight and she falls to the ground, providing leverage for the being below. She begins to crawl away. More of the underground body is revealed.
"Sookie" the southern drawl cries.
It was Bill covered in dirt. He was a different complexion he was so dirty. Dirty and very very NAKED. They kiss. Right there and the mud covered cemetery ground they go at it. Now it's HBO so they show him looking down, shifting his hips, and that grunt of first penetration.
I turned my head. That was just damn nasty. His dirt covered dick inserting her.(And yes I know it's not real). I thought man, they had better write a yeast infection into next weeks script.
So that got me to thinking about the BEST sex scene on prime time television. I didn't have to think long. There is an undisputed champion in my mind that no show's sex scene has even come close to knocking them off their pedestal. I remember all the commotion around it. Fans of the show talked about the next day and the first thing they said "Man did you see that sex scene?"
Well let me not keep you waiting. The show (and one of my top five all time favorite shows) BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER. Yeah I know you guys must be thinking I have a thing for vampires. What can I say, I love my fanged creatures on the big and small screen.
Since Buffy is off the air, I feel any summarizing is fair game and not in the least bit considered a spoiler. And it has been several years since its been off the air so my memory may be lacking or mixing up a few details, but here goes.
Spike is a vampire, a bad guy. He was kidnapped by this secret government sect and implanted with a chip so that anytime he went to hurt/kill a human it would go off causing him excruciating pain. However for some reason the chip didn't go off on Buffy. (We think it has something to do with her coming back from the dead...again). Buffy didn't know this. He faked it to use at an opportune time. Buffy, the vampire slayer, and Spike were in an alley. I believe arguing. (Keep in mind Spike is no longer a bad guy, at least by action, because he cannot hurt anyone). She hits him, knocks him down. He retaliates and hits her across the alley into a wall. (Side note - they both have superhuman strength). They go at it fighting, until one of them knocks the other so hard they go hauling through this abandoned building. Now it's on. They are kicking each others ass. The building is falling around them (not collapsing, they are throwing each other through walls, knocking them into bricks so some of them fall). Then they turn ready to go back. I don't know whose turn it is but they stop. And for one long electrifying moment they just stare at each other. All the anger, passion, and energy of the moment is still there, ready to be released. Who makes the first move, I can't remember. But they are kissing. You hear the unbuckling of pants, the zipping of zippers, Buffy is lifted up and raised down. A moan escapes her. The fall some more (literally). The still manage to tear up more of the building, but this time not because of fighting, but well...fucking. The grunts, the groans, the lifting up and down, the flexing of hips. It was all pretty graphic even with them being fully clothed. After it's all over she grabs her clothes (or something) tries to make a move for it and leave. He grabs her by the wrist (can't remember what he said), lifted her up and the came down with a moan. I thought "Damn this shit is graphic for regular TV." But it was still hot as hell.
So those are my two best and worst I started to do it for books, but with me being a writer and all I just didn't have the spirit (or balls) to do it.
So what is your best and worst sex scene on TV?
*As you can tell I'm stalling on my own internal analysis "Denile is more than a river in Egypt."
Have no fear folks, it is coming.*
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Your Nipples Must Be Hard - Another One Strikes the Dust
It is a special talent I have to attract men to be so bold and disrespectful. And so here is another snippit of A Day in the Life of KD King.
I have chatted, emailed, and talked to this guy. We will call him Byron (Heck that's his real name. You act like an ass, you get called out). He lives a couple of hours away. So we're talking long distance. However he says his work brings him to Atlanta often. Let me talk about the good points, he started his own non-profit foundation working with the youth (talk about big brownie points, it so important to be about something bigger than yourself), he has no kids (we ALL know how I feel about that), he is over 6 feet (yup nothing but good things), and for the most part he seemed like a cool guy. Again only talked and chatted have yet to meet.
The phone rings
"Hey Sweetie"
Who the hell is this?"Hello, may I ask who is calling" In my standard professional phone voice (not 1-900 professional, but I need a job interview professional)
Look y'all talking to someone on the phone doesn't make me sweetie and it had been a few weeks since I talked to him. Heck I had already cancelled him out in my mind.
We got the pleasantries out the way (ie who the hell was this calling me). After I realized who it was I asked could I call him back. I was at work.
"Yeah, but be sure to call me back. I'll be in town this weekend and I want cuddle up with you." Now let me clarify that I couldn't tell if he said get up with you or cuddle up with you. I shook it off figuring I definitely read too many nasty novels and realized he said get up with you. (He's born and bred southern boy, all the words I don't always understand) I told him I would call him back.
In actuality, it was a bad weekend. I was busy all weekend. I called him back during lunch, he didn't answer I left a nice polite voicemail.
Monday morning rolls around. I'm cruising in my car lamenting on how I'm never freaking on time, adjusting the heat because its 45 freaking degrees outside (yes I know I'm from Chicago, but cold is cold), my cell phone rings. Its Byron.
We chatted, generic pleasantries. (I know its hard to believe for those who know me, but I'm really not talkative in the mornings. Im just not a morning person). He told me he didn't make it to Atlanta. He wanted to come down but of course he needed to check with me cause he wanted to visit me. We chat some more mundane topics - price of gas, weather.
"It's flipping cold here. I'm freezing. It's 45 degrees outside."
"Your nipples must nice be hard."
What!? "Well you have a nice day, Good-bye."
"What? Well damn good-bye"
Click
Potential Date #4567 - cancelled. Same story different guy. Conclusion - It really IS me.
See next posting "De Nile is more than a river in Egypt..."
I have chatted, emailed, and talked to this guy. We will call him Byron (Heck that's his real name. You act like an ass, you get called out). He lives a couple of hours away. So we're talking long distance. However he says his work brings him to Atlanta often. Let me talk about the good points, he started his own non-profit foundation working with the youth (talk about big brownie points, it so important to be about something bigger than yourself), he has no kids (we ALL know how I feel about that), he is over 6 feet (yup nothing but good things), and for the most part he seemed like a cool guy. Again only talked and chatted have yet to meet.
The phone rings
"Hey Sweetie"
Who the hell is this?"Hello, may I ask who is calling" In my standard professional phone voice (not 1-900 professional, but I need a job interview professional)
Look y'all talking to someone on the phone doesn't make me sweetie and it had been a few weeks since I talked to him. Heck I had already cancelled him out in my mind.
We got the pleasantries out the way (ie who the hell was this calling me). After I realized who it was I asked could I call him back. I was at work.
"Yeah, but be sure to call me back. I'll be in town this weekend and I want cuddle up with you." Now let me clarify that I couldn't tell if he said get up with you or cuddle up with you. I shook it off figuring I definitely read too many nasty novels and realized he said get up with you. (He's born and bred southern boy, all the words I don't always understand) I told him I would call him back.
In actuality, it was a bad weekend. I was busy all weekend. I called him back during lunch, he didn't answer I left a nice polite voicemail.
Monday morning rolls around. I'm cruising in my car lamenting on how I'm never freaking on time, adjusting the heat because its 45 freaking degrees outside (yes I know I'm from Chicago, but cold is cold), my cell phone rings. Its Byron.
We chatted, generic pleasantries. (I know its hard to believe for those who know me, but I'm really not talkative in the mornings. Im just not a morning person). He told me he didn't make it to Atlanta. He wanted to come down but of course he needed to check with me cause he wanted to visit me. We chat some more mundane topics - price of gas, weather.
"It's flipping cold here. I'm freezing. It's 45 degrees outside."
"Your nipples must nice be hard."
What!? "Well you have a nice day, Good-bye."
"What? Well damn good-bye"
Click
Potential Date #4567 - cancelled. Same story different guy. Conclusion - It really IS me.
See next posting "De Nile is more than a river in Egypt..."
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Big Girls Need Love Too - Rub My Damn Belly!!!
As we all know I am a lover of Romance. I love to read it and I love to write it. Not just any romance - hot steamy romance, erotic romance, but romance all the same. This past weekend I read a romance with a plus sized character. She was a size 16. Okay that is probably the biggest heroine I've ever read. But damn she came with all the "big girl issues." Why is it every time I read a book with a heroine over a size 8 they have to have issues with their fat ass? Why oh why? Look, women have issues with their size from 0 on up. However, I don't read about that in the single digit numbers. Why oh why cant a big girl be a big girl without fat issues and get some love? Big Girls Need Love Too. We want the romance with the oh so fine Hero without all the baggage of being big. Skinny is sexy, medium is sexy, and big is sexy. Sexy is an attitude. Not everyone over a size 10 is lacking that attitude. And speaking of size when the hell did 10, 11, 12, 13, and hell 14 become FAT. Good grief. But I digress...on to everything-but-fat-heroines in book.
So after being thoroughly disgusted, at reading about some plus sized girl who didn't love herself because she was fat, I thought about all the other books I've read. Not too long ago I read an anthology with black women with big butts. I thought at least one of them would have a little pooch. But no they were all fit. They had what a I like to call a TBWS - True Black Woman's Shape. We may be fit or fat, but black women have ass, hips, and thighs. And so hey the books showed a TBWS - not hating, they need love too. But this rant isn't about them.
And then you have the heroines with perfect bodies and big natural breasts. Well hey they need love too. Just one suggestion as one with big boobs. Don't have them lay down. The scene would go a little something like this.
Alex laid Jennifer down on the bed. He wanted to taste every inch of her starting from the bottom of her feet landing at the top of her head. Nippling her toes he let his tongue glide down her feet. He paused to suck on her ankles, before allowing his tongue to go further north. The gurgling sound ceased him. Quickly he jumped up and separated Jennifer's breast. The Hershey globe's preventing her from breathing.
Yeah that's right. If I lay down I will choke the shit out of myself. Only Pamela Anderson's boobs stay upright...cause they're fake. But you gotta have some lead way in a romance. And big boobed chicks need love too, but this rant isn't about them. (unless those big boobs come with a big gut).
No, this rant is about Big Girls. I am a big girl in the double digits and the first digit is not a 1. So yes I am Big, Fat, Zaftig, Pleasantly Plump, Got Pushin' for the Cushion, Hydraulic action, BBW...whatever term you use - that's me. I read the writers guidelines for Loose Id - they are looking for BBW romances. Really? Then they proceeded to say "a size 12 is not a big woman unless she's 4'10." Well at least someone recognizes.
Believe it or not when I walk down the street people don't shout "Fatty McPherson" or other outrageous remarks, as some books would have you believe. And I have dated men and ALL of them have loved my figure. The gut, the butt, the boobs, the thighs, and the sweet rolls. (That's what someone once called my back fat. I mean they are edible. Really all of me is). Whatever size issues some big girl may have doesn't always come from exes and other men, as some books would have you believe (especially this last book I read). Yes I have a dunlap (my gut done lapped over my belt), but this dunlap is SEXY. Not everyone has all parts of their body sway when they walk down the red carpet. And doesn't the Dunlap need love too? I'm talking about reading romances where the heroines don't all look the same.(And that's from fit to an extra 10-15 pounds. Yeah I've read the "slight pouch" stories too. I'm not talking about them. They need love too and in romance - they get it.)
I actually don't like reading plus sized characters because I get tired of reading about their issues with being fat. (Now we are not talking about health - that a whole nother post. We are talking about self-esteem and big girls getting romance).
Not only do big girls need love too, they need lots and lots and lots of hot sweaty toe curling sex. I have been called a many things in my life but NEVER have I been called a bad lay. Just cause you're big doesn't mean you cant get the dick, you can't get the love, you don't know what you're doing, or you're virginal because of lack of opportunity (being fat until some man sees you as pretty). Good grief. And big girls have stamina. We may get winded sometimes taking the steps at work(damn elevator takes to long), but watch us ride a dick. See don't we last alot longer. And when the men are licking and sucking - well we have ridges, hills, mountains, and valleys all over, not just the breast. Dammit we need love too. Where is our hot sexy romance.
And after all the panting, loving, licking, and sucking. We we've exhausted ourselves past the point of consciousness. When we spoon in the afterglow of multiple orgasms, I want you take your hand and RUB MY DAMN BELLY. It helps me go to sleep.
I went to a reader session with an erotic romance author who writes interracial romance and she said "Why does race have to be an issue?" and so I say "Why does size have to be an issue?"
What is wrong with a plus sized character confident in who she is (size wise at least. We know she will have some issue as that is how romances go). She meets a man who finds her attractive and vice versa. They have hot sweaty sex, work through their issues, and in the end live happily ever after. The story ends while Mr.Tall-Dark-Handsome hero rubs her soft, jiggly belly.
So after being thoroughly disgusted, at reading about some plus sized girl who didn't love herself because she was fat, I thought about all the other books I've read. Not too long ago I read an anthology with black women with big butts. I thought at least one of them would have a little pooch. But no they were all fit. They had what a I like to call a TBWS - True Black Woman's Shape. We may be fit or fat, but black women have ass, hips, and thighs. And so hey the books showed a TBWS - not hating, they need love too. But this rant isn't about them.
And then you have the heroines with perfect bodies and big natural breasts. Well hey they need love too. Just one suggestion as one with big boobs. Don't have them lay down. The scene would go a little something like this.
Alex laid Jennifer down on the bed. He wanted to taste every inch of her starting from the bottom of her feet landing at the top of her head. Nippling her toes he let his tongue glide down her feet. He paused to suck on her ankles, before allowing his tongue to go further north. The gurgling sound ceased him. Quickly he jumped up and separated Jennifer's breast. The Hershey globe's preventing her from breathing.
Yeah that's right. If I lay down I will choke the shit out of myself. Only Pamela Anderson's boobs stay upright...cause they're fake. But you gotta have some lead way in a romance. And big boobed chicks need love too, but this rant isn't about them. (unless those big boobs come with a big gut).
No, this rant is about Big Girls. I am a big girl in the double digits and the first digit is not a 1. So yes I am Big, Fat, Zaftig, Pleasantly Plump, Got Pushin' for the Cushion, Hydraulic action, BBW...whatever term you use - that's me. I read the writers guidelines for Loose Id - they are looking for BBW romances. Really? Then they proceeded to say "a size 12 is not a big woman unless she's 4'10." Well at least someone recognizes.
Believe it or not when I walk down the street people don't shout "Fatty McPherson" or other outrageous remarks, as some books would have you believe. And I have dated men and ALL of them have loved my figure. The gut, the butt, the boobs, the thighs, and the sweet rolls. (That's what someone once called my back fat. I mean they are edible. Really all of me is). Whatever size issues some big girl may have doesn't always come from exes and other men, as some books would have you believe (especially this last book I read). Yes I have a dunlap (my gut done lapped over my belt), but this dunlap is SEXY. Not everyone has all parts of their body sway when they walk down the red carpet. And doesn't the Dunlap need love too? I'm talking about reading romances where the heroines don't all look the same.(And that's from fit to an extra 10-15 pounds. Yeah I've read the "slight pouch" stories too. I'm not talking about them. They need love too and in romance - they get it.)
I actually don't like reading plus sized characters because I get tired of reading about their issues with being fat. (Now we are not talking about health - that a whole nother post. We are talking about self-esteem and big girls getting romance).
Not only do big girls need love too, they need lots and lots and lots of hot sweaty toe curling sex. I have been called a many things in my life but NEVER have I been called a bad lay. Just cause you're big doesn't mean you cant get the dick, you can't get the love, you don't know what you're doing, or you're virginal because of lack of opportunity (being fat until some man sees you as pretty). Good grief. And big girls have stamina. We may get winded sometimes taking the steps at work(damn elevator takes to long), but watch us ride a dick. See don't we last alot longer. And when the men are licking and sucking - well we have ridges, hills, mountains, and valleys all over, not just the breast. Dammit we need love too. Where is our hot sexy romance.
And after all the panting, loving, licking, and sucking. We we've exhausted ourselves past the point of consciousness. When we spoon in the afterglow of multiple orgasms, I want you take your hand and RUB MY DAMN BELLY. It helps me go to sleep.
I went to a reader session with an erotic romance author who writes interracial romance and she said "Why does race have to be an issue?" and so I say "Why does size have to be an issue?"
What is wrong with a plus sized character confident in who she is (size wise at least. We know she will have some issue as that is how romances go). She meets a man who finds her attractive and vice versa. They have hot sweaty sex, work through their issues, and in the end live happily ever after. The story ends while Mr.Tall-Dark-Handsome hero rubs her soft, jiggly belly.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Slight Rant - Make a Decision
Okay while leaving my last post I began to get on my soapbox and stopped. So now let me just get something off my chest.
If I have to decide the location of a date one more freaking time I'm going to scream. YOU'RE THE MAN, MAKE A FUCKING DECISION!!!!!!!!!
Whew, I feel so much better. Thanks guys for listening.
*Currently checking my calendar, because even I realize I'm a little off the chain today.*
If I have to decide the location of a date one more freaking time I'm going to scream. YOU'RE THE MAN, MAKE A FUCKING DECISION!!!!!!!!!
Whew, I feel so much better. Thanks guys for listening.
*Currently checking my calendar, because even I realize I'm a little off the chain today.*
The Biology of 30
For the past few years I've heard the whispers of 30. The subtle and not so subtle hints about the changes my body might undergo. Urban Legend I thought. Until...
It happened for me around 29 and a half. Something so profound and indescribable that it took me this long to talk about it and put it on my blog. The change came slowly. It was subtle at first. But then it persisted. Every time I looked around I thought someone knew my secret. My change, my....
Even now I find it hard to discuss. This change in my body. The constant thrumming. I'm horny. And not that "I haven't been laid in a minute" type horny, but a horniness so deep that it starts with my DNA and works it way out to tingle my skin, alter my thoughts, and cause a pulsing in my... well you know.
This is more than lack of sex. Now at this point I'm sure someone is thinking it might have something to do with most of my free time is spent reading or writing highly sensual and/or erotic romances. But I can assure you that is not it. It's not like I've never been horny before, but not like THIS. This is constant. On a REALLY good day it is a low sensation, but I feel it and I'm aware.
Like I said I heard that in your 30's you start hitting a sexual peak that only increases in the 40's. I wonder why? Is it my bodies biological urge to procreate? (Lord I hope not). If anyone has an answer I would be more than happy to know.
And from all verbal accounts it will only get WORSE!!! What am I to do?
This has me worried. I have always prided myself on my ethics and morality. I am not promiscuous, I am not into sex without emotion, I am not into any thing even remotely close to any of this. Those of you who read my blog know how traditional/conservative I am when it comes to men, women, and sleeping around, as well as overall gender roles - I'll do my post on "What Happened to the Real Men" aka "The New Punk Ass Bitch" aka "No Metrosexual Please" aka "Tuck Your Skirt In" aka "Can You Make a Damn Decision"... later.
But I digress, I feel like IF I were to get into a situation I would be like R. Kelly (no, not golden showers and minors)
"My mind's telling me no...but my body, my body's telling me yeees."
So how much is biology connected to mentality and morality?
Notice the use of the word IF - It's not like the dates are rolling in, so as of now it is not an issue, but something that lingers in the back of my head as a concern.
Now let me go look up how to mentor some children and teens, so they can have a higher self esteem and hold out on having sex and know about how to protect themselves. The last thing we need is higher rates of teenage STD's*
* An STD is a kid (yes I said kid. As in child, baby, little one), a crazy person, AIDS, or other Venereal Diseases. I discussed them all in previous posts.
It happened for me around 29 and a half. Something so profound and indescribable that it took me this long to talk about it and put it on my blog. The change came slowly. It was subtle at first. But then it persisted. Every time I looked around I thought someone knew my secret. My change, my....
Even now I find it hard to discuss. This change in my body. The constant thrumming. I'm horny. And not that "I haven't been laid in a minute" type horny, but a horniness so deep that it starts with my DNA and works it way out to tingle my skin, alter my thoughts, and cause a pulsing in my... well you know.
This is more than lack of sex. Now at this point I'm sure someone is thinking it might have something to do with most of my free time is spent reading or writing highly sensual and/or erotic romances. But I can assure you that is not it. It's not like I've never been horny before, but not like THIS. This is constant. On a REALLY good day it is a low sensation, but I feel it and I'm aware.
Like I said I heard that in your 30's you start hitting a sexual peak that only increases in the 40's. I wonder why? Is it my bodies biological urge to procreate? (Lord I hope not). If anyone has an answer I would be more than happy to know.
And from all verbal accounts it will only get WORSE!!! What am I to do?
This has me worried. I have always prided myself on my ethics and morality. I am not promiscuous, I am not into sex without emotion, I am not into any thing even remotely close to any of this. Those of you who read my blog know how traditional/conservative I am when it comes to men, women, and sleeping around, as well as overall gender roles - I'll do my post on "What Happened to the Real Men" aka "The New Punk Ass Bitch" aka "No Metrosexual Please" aka "Tuck Your Skirt In" aka "Can You Make a Damn Decision"... later.
But I digress, I feel like IF I were to get into a situation I would be like R. Kelly (no, not golden showers and minors)
"My mind's telling me no...but my body, my body's telling me yeees."
So how much is biology connected to mentality and morality?
Notice the use of the word IF - It's not like the dates are rolling in, so as of now it is not an issue, but something that lingers in the back of my head as a concern.
Now let me go look up how to mentor some children and teens, so they can have a higher self esteem and hold out on having sex and know about how to protect themselves. The last thing we need is higher rates of teenage STD's*
* An STD is a kid (yes I said kid. As in child, baby, little one), a crazy person, AIDS, or other Venereal Diseases. I discussed them all in previous posts.
Feel Free to Date Any Color, But Don't Tear Us Down on Your Way Out of the Door
A few weeks ago, I was perusing the radio stations and caught wind of a very interesting topic on Steve Harvey in the morning. (Well really it was a rant, but the word 'topic' sounds better)
He was a addressing a black man who was married to a black woman. He cheated on her numerous times and was overall and shitty husband (He described in detail all the things he did in a letter to the show, but I can't remember them all). Then he left her and said "Black women aren't my cup of tea."
The point Harvey made, to which I agree, is date who you want, but why do you have to tear down someone else on the way out the door.
Black Men (some black men) okay white women are you're cup of tea. You prefer them. I get it (Lord knows I see it all the time), but why the hell would you tear down black women and then say "They got too much attitude." or any other number of reason why you don't date black women...anymore. Did you ever wonder why? Again I truly believe love has no color, but why treat one woman (usually the white woman) sooo much better than the other. If you treat someone like shit that's EXACTLY what you get back - SHIT!
Steve Harvey went onto this tirade pretty much my whole journey to work. But that was the sum of it.
It seems black women are prejudged by white people, and black people. Everyone values their women except us. Is this some lingering remnant of slavery? Is this a new fad? And more important when will black women get their turn?
What do you think?
He was a addressing a black man who was married to a black woman. He cheated on her numerous times and was overall and shitty husband (He described in detail all the things he did in a letter to the show, but I can't remember them all). Then he left her and said "Black women aren't my cup of tea."
The point Harvey made, to which I agree, is date who you want, but why do you have to tear down someone else on the way out the door.
Black Men (some black men) okay white women are you're cup of tea. You prefer them. I get it (Lord knows I see it all the time), but why the hell would you tear down black women and then say "They got too much attitude." or any other number of reason why you don't date black women...anymore. Did you ever wonder why? Again I truly believe love has no color, but why treat one woman (usually the white woman) sooo much better than the other. If you treat someone like shit that's EXACTLY what you get back - SHIT!
Steve Harvey went onto this tirade pretty much my whole journey to work. But that was the sum of it.
It seems black women are prejudged by white people, and black people. Everyone values their women except us. Is this some lingering remnant of slavery? Is this a new fad? And more important when will black women get their turn?
What do you think?
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