What's Your Pleasure

“Some people like sniffing panties…”

Sorry for the crass beginning but it is Friday, so anything goes…Right? – RIGHT!

This lil tale of sheer insanity could be another insert into the “Dating Me” series, but I’ll leave the title as is.

Now as many of you know, I rarely get TOO personal in the blogsphere, unless I’m associating it with some sort of social issue or disorder and leaving you guys with a thought, question, or experience to share…and this is no different, but I’m about to get real personal.

I was dating (dealing) with this guy over the last couple of months…it was a somewhat awkward situation because he really didn’t make his interest clear. We met under the pretense of doing some business, but long after the business was over I was still getting random phone calls about pretty much-NOTHING! So, me being the impatient soul that I am, I asked…”what’s the deal dude…business is over, but you’re still calling and it sounds like you’re flirting with me, so what’s up?” – I think you guys know I’m direct, so unraise those eyebrows.

Anyway, I FORCED him into asking me on a date (you know I didn’t really force). So the “relationship” began and before long we were having relations – WARNING: PLEASE DISREGARD PAST POST CONCERNING ABSTINENCE!!!

THE INSANITY BEGINS: Now, I try not to be toooo heavy into astrology, but this guy is a Virgo and the stars say that we don’t mix well…I’m a Sagittarius. The stars said that I’d be bored with this sexual encounter (the stars ain’t neva lied – excuse my ebonics). But, the stars failed to inform me of what was to come. After TWO encounters I’d decided that this just wasn’t worth my time…I mean, if I’m going to ignore the policy of past-post it should at least be worth its “weight in gold.”

Again, my impatient-overly expressive personality kicked in and I told him that we shouldn’t see each other anymore because we were “sexually incompatible”…for some reason he didn’t take too kindly to that – MEN! He was adamant about having another opportunity to prove himself (bless his lil heart); me being such a caring, compassionate woman, I obliged.

During the “make-good” encounter we entered into a conversation about my first travel experience…now you guys should know I LOVE to talk, so in the midst of my rant he sneaks me…yeah, you know what I mean; he’d put the condom on and was on his way…WHY? Your guess is as good as mine. To my surprise he egged me on in this foolish episode of – “Sex and the Trip to Disney.” I wasn’t used to this kind of “experience” but was caught so off guard and by the time I regained my senses it was over.

Now, this dude is on point…I mean, he’s good-looking, intelligent and has his life in fairly good order and he’s a really nice guy with a hint of thuggish goodness, so I TRIED to stay into him, or at least let him stay “into” me…haha (sorry). I went on a few more weeks and encounters, but things were just not good. He just could NOT start anything up without engaging me in some senseless idol chatter…he had to get me talking about something before he could make his move. Now, I’ve heard people say they love the sound of my voice, but this was just RE-GAL-DANG-DIK-U-LIS!!!

The final ACT:
I’m lying in my bed FURIOUS at the fact that he’s just laying there (like he didn’t know why he was there). He’s playing this “shy” role like he doesn’t know what to do, but I knew what he wanted…I knew what he was waiting for…he wanted me to talk. That sick bastrid was waiting to hear my “seductive” voice tell a story then he’d make his move. Well since I was hip to his give, I kept quiet. He started talking about clubs in the area and I fell prey to his scheme and engaged - that was all she wrote, he quickly mounted me as I lay on my stomach with my head resting on my folded arms. He’d put the condom on and was going for a homer – NOT! “get the hell offa me!” is what escaped my lips with disgust…”this is so over…I refuse to play into this insanity.” Well, he didn’t leave right away, but when he did he said, “I’ll call you later.” WHY! Sir, this is a done deal.

I told a male friend about the strange experience and he said…”some people like sniffing panties and some like having “random” conversations during sex…it’s whatever gets you off.”

So, the question is: what bizarre fetishes have you experienced or exhibited?

"DEAR DADDY: I HATE YOU"

"Something within me will always love him no matter what..." It seemed like the thing to say. It seemed like the "right" thing to say. As if I was hopelessly in love. As if I had to love you no matter what. It wasn't true then. It isn't true now."

"I still look in my rearview mirror. I know you are there and I hate you."

"I hate you, Daddy...and that is how it is. That is real. I hate you. My posture is not reactionary. My soul is without torment. I thought it all out. For years I thought about all that I remembered. I though about all I had learned. It wasn't easy to get here, but this is the right place to be. The right mind in which to exist. I'm okay. And I hate you. "

"I've thought about killing you. I've watched you. I've wondered what you are. Why you are. What was your purpose? Is this what you were supposed to do?"

"I could kill you. But I wouldn't shoot you. I couldn't shoot you. I would stab you. This way we could spend some time together. This way we could look into each others' eyes. Maybe we would cry...Maybe we could make up a past, one where we smiled, laughed and loved. Maybe we could lie until you went to sleep."

"I tried to love you. I can't. I tried to understand you. I don't. I tried to move on, but I keep coming back to the same place. I keep coming back to the same reality...I tried to be big. I thought I could go past my feelings, I thought I could push it all aside, look you in the eyes and recognize some indisputable truth, feel some undeniable connection...So I called you. I called you four times. I listened. I waited. I was patient. I was wrong...When I was 12 years old, you killed my mother. I can't love you. I won't love you."

Fuck You
Your son
Butch

The above excerpts have been compiled from the book "Dear Daddy: I hate you - Letters to my mother's killer" By Butch Slaughter. You guys may remember me going on about him ALL of last year...you remember "Why Our Children Hate Us - How Black Adults Have Betrayed Black Children."

Unlike the unified-accountability he attempted to place on the adults of the Black community through the text of "Why Our Children Hate Us," this latest work holds only one accountable - his father, for the murder of his mother. Like the previous work of truth, "Dear Daddy: I hate you," is full of enlightening probes rooted around the advancement of the Black community.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

"This is a narrative regarding alienation. These are notes concerning seperation, distance and confusion. My personal experience might represent an extreme; not all Black fathers pull triggers. Still, too many fail to defend their children. Too many are the conduits through which the devil does his work."

Advanced copies of the book are currently available in short supply (FOR NOW), but they can be purchased in several bookstores within the Philadelphia region as well as Chicago (author's home town). He's also scheduled to do book signings and lectures in Chicago within the coming weeks (2/21/08), so SPREAD THE WORD!!!

A MOVEMENT is about to take place...an uprising of sorts; He is setting himself to enact a vengence on all those opposing his love for his people and their (our) children and I'd say it's a HATE that's long overdue!!!

Of course I'd like to know your thoughts on what you've read, but more importantly... YOU NEED TO GET THE BOOK!!! BOTTOM LINE!!! Please drop me a note with your city and I'll let you know where you can pick it up.

QUESTION OF THE DAY:

IS HATE EVER JUSTIFIABLE?

HEY NOW!

It's been a LONGGGG time, but you guys have been in my thoughts...I just wanted to drop a quick line.

I can't wait until I can get back to this thing with SOME level of seriousness, but in the mean time and in between time. I'm supposed to be in the Chicago area within the coming weeks and I can't remember if any of the "13" are from there...LOL, but I hope to connect with whoeverI can.

Um...I don't have any jokes to tell or news to complain about (well, I'm sure I can think of something...lol) I guess I just really missed you guys.

I DO have a great new book that I'll be excerping in the days to come (I know you-all LOVE when I do that), so I will...you can thank me later. Seriously, it's going to make for some SERIOUSLY JUICY dialog.

OH, (Cap, Kiki, Sheletha and whoever) I had the PLEASURE of attending a party with my boyfriend Idris (you know who I'm talk'n bout)...I stood in his face taking pictures of him on my phone and smiling alllllll night long...LOL, boy radio sure has its perks! Anyway...I'll see you guys in a minute.

Nothing but Love,
JMW

WHY I DON'T READ THE NEWS

Santa’s in Australia's largest city have been told not to use Father Christmas's traditional "ho ho ho" greeting because it may be offensive to women, it was reported Thursday. Sydney's Santa Clauses have instead been instructed to say "ha ha ha" instead.

One disgruntled Santa told the newspaper a recruitment firm warned him not to use "ho ho ho" because it could frighten children and was too close to "ho", a US slang term for prostitute.
- OK, I can’t take it…the world is crazy! Now, I’m no santa fan, but COME ON PEOPLE, “ho ho ho” is a term that’s been used for Europeans introduced santa to the world…now it’s a term associated with the defaming of women; this is completely laughable.

Teen Charged in Cop Shooting
16-year-old apparently squatting in a abandoned house-turned-drug den was identified yesterday as the alleged shooter who wounded two plain clothes narcotics officers Tuesday night. According to investigators he allegedly sold crack from the home. The teen is being charged as an adult with nine counts of attempted murder, was taken into custody after allegedly shooting two officers in the legs through a door as they tried entering the house to serve a warrant to another man.

- NOW, this makes the SECOND young black man who’s thrown their life away by shooting/killing a police officer. The other infamous young man (shown above) was a high-school dropout and drug addict.

- I’ve grown tired of being agitated and frustrated by the insidious acts practiced by our young people while the community watches and waits. WHAT ARE WE PREPARED TO DO! WHO’S ACCOUNTABLE FOR THESE CONDITIONS! Every time I turn around a new “worthwild” organization is springing up and doing NOTHING! With all the non-profit do-gooder associations running around within the city of Philadelphia, why are we still faced with the SAME GROWING dilemma’s?

- Politicians don’t care; So called “Black Owned” businesses and corporations don’t seem to REALLY care (except for their OWN benefit), so who is to bring about the change? Where will the help come from? Yeah, I know…many questions with too few answers! I’m just “Debbie Morgan – TIRED”! (from Love and Basketball…when she tiredly exclaimed, “I’m just too TIRED”)

Just do what I do!!!

I've always been one of those people who expect others to act, say and do as I would, and I'm usually shocked everytime to get something different. I'm very logical (to me) so things just appear right which means everyone else is just doing WRONG... lol. Ok, I'm still dealing with the fact that MAYBE, just MAYBE; dare I even say...that I'm wrong (GASP)! Well, IF the world is right and I'm "wrong" in thoughts they become what's popularly known as opinions RIGHT?

With that being agreed upon, I'm going to share some personal "opinions" lol.

1). I have a SERIOUS problem with people who want to "play" in ways you don't approve of...like calling you names and when you have to check them...they say, "I was only playing DAG...I know not to play with you." they then act as if YOU'RE WRONG... well in my OPINION, they're WRONG.

2). Men who want to convince you that you're shallow for not wanting to date them because they're, oh say...4 feet tall. Well, kind sir...you may think I'm wrong, but in my OPINION, you're WRONG.

3). People who'd take something of yours...something really small oh say a pen, and when you really want it back...they say..."GESH, you're making a big deal over that pen." Then OF COURSE, they spread it around as if you have issues and are...you guessed it WRONG, but we all know the better...RIGHT? RIGHT!

4). Those people (even your children) who just don't seem to stop getting on your nerves UNTIL you scream or snap...then they say..."DAG, you must be in a bad mood." WHAT... I wasn't until YOU, but I guess I'm WRONG...I'll keep my opinion to myself.

5). People who do what THEY want to do for YOU (against your wishes) and get mad when you don't appreciate it: examples; buying you gifts you don't want...taking you places you didn't ask to go and don't want to be, but act like they did you a favor.

p1: "I've got some errands to run today"
p2: "I'll take you."
p1: "naw, that's cool,I've just got a lot of business to handle. thanks"
p2: "NO, I'm not doing anything today and I want to get out, so please."
p1: "Well, it's stuff I really needed to handle alone."
p2: "I'll just wait in the car."
p1; "DAG, well ok"

AFTER ALLLLL THAT they'll either say something about gas money, or complaine about how long it's taking or how many stops you've made OR talk about how great a friend they are because they take you everywhere. WRONG...WRONG...WRONG, but that's just my opinion.

What things have people thought you WRONG for , but in your opinion...you're RIGHT?

SOMETHING'S GOTTA GIVE!

Well now, WHAT – Life, Love and the Pursuit of happiness!
Have you ever been in a place where you didn’t know if you were coming or going…couldn’t say how you got there, or if you even wanted to leave? Well, I like to call that place Something’s Gotta Give…where your hope just seems to be for SOMETHING, ANYTHING and EVERYTHING!

LIFE:
Ahhh, the place of many mistakes…many wrong turns…too many “Oops!” I’ve come a long way, but seem further behind then where I started…how’s that even possible (don’t answer that). This is the place where I tell my story; a funny, frightening tale of sorts; a story suitable for Grims Fairytales - FAIRYTALES – where I’ve made my heaven. I was always a dreamer, which is why I liked long walks alone…alone is where I dream up dreams and things. These are the insides of my mind…thinking and wondering about whatever until reality screams at me…blows its minty breath in my face and causes me to focus on my sons, my home, my job, my career, my bills…my LIFE!

I’m sure you’re asking “where’s she going with this?”…I DON’T KNOW, but SOMETHING’S GOTTA GIVE!

LOVE:
I should laugh, but I won’t…but what’s up with four letter words beginning in “L” (scary). I’m usually immune to this…well probably since I’ve been in love with the same two men for like 10 years…now I can laugh…ha-ha! Yeah, I know that’s crazy and my mind goes back back and forth and forth…neither may be right, or one more than the other, but that’s what I’ve known of love (for a man), aside for the love I have for Idris Alba  Fortunately for me, this really isn’t an area I stress over…aside from wanting to go on the occasional date, but other then that, I’m pretty cool, or has the immunity effected me so that I CAN’T change directions; I can’t move my feet from it’s cool place. Have I, Will I let the newness of love pass me by because I’m stuck so deep in the past? I’ll just have to wait UNTIL!

HAPPYNESS:
Well, I’ve already said you’ve got to live your life like it’s golden…it’s going to be what we make it, so I’ve made myself content as I wait to go further. What would make me happy RIGHT NOW is career related. No, I don’t like this job, but it’s a stepping stone…not really stepping into what I REALLY want to do, but you can never have too many connections.
What do you REALLY want to do?
Believe it or not…I just kinda figured this out…I’d like to be a Youth Program Director…I’d like to create programs designed for the growth of our children…that’s all and I’d be happy UNTIL!

Man, it feels real good to uncloud your head...it allows for better focus. This is art…the art of expression…the ability to convey one’s thoughts, even if nobody else understands it.

To make better sense of this; what thing/area seems to have you stuck in a hazy daze of perplexity? What something has got to give for you?

"Mama, I wanna sing!"

This is a journey into the sound of one of my favorite voices...I absolutely LOVE this dude and he's been around a longggg time; how many of you remember THIS SHOW:

KIDS INCORPORATED (1985):


I couldn't post any of the videos from his first cd, but I loved it..."Where You Are" and "Stop by" are the most popular ones and can be viewed on Youtube. I thought of this title when listening to one of his songs; it made me wonder what he said to his mother to get him started, or did he even HAVE to say anything to her...is it just something she noticed in her baby. See what can happen when you pay attention to the talents of your children!!!

NOW - An interview into his new project.



I love his music...it's my feel good; I'm off to get this new cd "Wine & Spirits"

P.S DON'T FORGET TO PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR CHILDREN...NOTICE THEIR GIFT AND HELP THEM BRING IT TO LIFE!