Saturday, July 26, 2014

Getting Right!


I'm on a quest to look and be my best. I wake up every morning at 8 AM and I go to the track where I jog 2-3 miles. I come home and lift weights for an hour and a half. I shower and I eat a turkey burger minus bread, lettuce, etc. I continue to lift weights throughout my day and periodically I hit the gym at my apartment complex where I go hard on the stairmaster.

Carbs are out. Bread is out. Dairy products are out. Sweets are out. Soda, juices, etc are out. 

It's just turkey burgers, baked chicken, green veggies (i.e., snap peas and broccoli) and fish for me these days. 

My hair is growing fast. I went and got it twisted up yesterday. I'm almost five months into this lock journey. 

I swear when everything is said and done I'm going to be the finest chick walking! Watch me do it!

These Niggas Ain't Loyal


Yesterday I learned about a heated debate taking place in the blackblogsphere. A few days ago a brilliant black woman wrote a blog titled, Why I Will Not March For Eric Garner. In this blog the writer basically said, "I'm sorry for his family, but I will not be marching my ass any damn place because of all the unaddressed shit black women deal with from BLACK MEN." 

Well, this stance didn't go over well with black militants, black misogynist (both male and female), and the downright unenlightened/ignorant black folks. Many of these dumbasses kept asking, "What does Eric Garner have to do with the beef between black men and black women?" These idiots seriously could not see the connection between the REACTION of the black community to this man's death and the author's stance on NOT participating in ANY marches that rally behind black men. 

That's fine....I will break it down.

The only thing that I see that the author did wrong is she backed down and apologized after continuously being accused of being "divisive." She shouldn't have apologized at all. She should have stood her ground. I will write my unfiltered opinion and NO FUCKS WILL BE GIVEN....

The chickens have finally come home to roost. I knew this day would come eventually. All it took was decades of misogynistic rap/hip-hop, a skyrocketing out of wedlock birthrate, chronic domestic violence rates, off the chart rape/sexual abuse rates, and the arrogance of a group of worthless black men for black women to start waking the hell up! 

Educated black women are finally standing up and saying NO MORE! I couldn't be prouder of black women than I am right now. 

For those of you who don't know or just haven't been paying attention, black men here in America have become nothing short of a BURDEN on black women. These "black men" are the bastard, abandoned, offspring of white American men. They descend from white men's nuts. They are some of the biggest supporters of white supremacy ideology. They have no shame in openly broadcasting their hatred of black women...particularly dark-skinned black women and black women's features. They exploit black women. They belittle black women. They use black women. They abuse black women. These "men" and their never ending list of issues are the trojan horse that has been used to cripple an entire race of people here in America.

White men don't have to kill black people anymore. These niggas are doing the job for them now.

They are the most selfish and disgusting group of people you will ever encountered and they have NO shame about it. In fact, they seem to delight in chaos they create. Many of them suffer from the peter pan syndrome. For the last 50-60 years they have been shitting on black women, black children, the black community and no one has said or did a damn thing about it. Instead, excuses for their behavior have been made from so-called black leaders. 

We've been told, "Poor black men are oppressed. They aren't responsible for their actions." We've been told "There is a conspiracy to destroy black boys." We've even been told, "It's not the deadbeat fathers who make their children bastards...instead it's black mothers who are at fault."

For years black women have sat by silently while black men have brought nothing but chaos to their lives. Well thankfully, that day appears to be over for MANY. Black women have finally woke the hell up!

I have always said that if black women ever stop supporting black men in every regard shit would change. A black man gets chocked out and black women say, "Fuck it....that ain't my problem...I'm not marching for a damn thing" is ten times more effective than any so-called town hall meeting with our so-called self-appointed black leaders. Black men aren't going to learn to appreciate black women until black women stop fucking around with black men. There is nothing more effective in this situation than complete and total INDIFFERENCE and ABANDONMENT. It will cut like a knife. 

Black women who take this stance need to be strong. Don't let these niggas guilt trip you with talk of "sticking together" or "the black family" because truth be told NONE OF THE ABOVE matters to them until black women aren't barking around their door anymore. At that point, it's time to bitch, cry and moan about black women not "supporting brothers." Shit, these same screaming, crying, and bitching black men are no where to be found when black women and children are dodging bullets in Chicago, Detroit etc. These niggas ain't loyal to black women and black women sure as hell don't owe them any loyalty.

The only time black men seem to give two shits about injustice in this world is if a white man has his foot on THEIR neck. Otherwise, they could care less. They don't give a damn about the injustice suffered by black women at their hands or that of law enforcement. They don't give a damn about the hell they bring down on the heads of black women and children in some of these crime ridden black communities. 

The reaction to the plight of black women who have suffered injustice is NEVER anything like that of the Eric Garners. If the white media doesn't pick up on it we don't ever hear a thing about it. Black men sure as hell aren't out taking to the streets for black women who get hemmed up by law enforcement. They aren't out taking to the streets for black women due to the things black women suffer at the hands of black men.

Then you have black men going around screaming "divisive" and "Willie Lynch" when black women actually have the nerve to stand up for themselves. These are SHAMING TACTICS used to shame black women into remaining silent about the BRUTALITY they face at the hands of BLACK MEN. The MAIN people black women should fear in this world are BLACK MEN. White men aren't out here killing, raping, and violating black women like black men. White men aren't out here robbing, sexually abusing, or using black women like black men. It's mighty funny that cries of being "divisive" never seem to come up when thugs, niggas, and good for nothing black men are tormenting black women, black children, and the black community.

Black women like the author of the blog in question are smart. They are using a "carrot and stick" approach to black men as it relates to THEIR plight with white men. They are saying, "Hey, you assholes want me to stand by you for YOUR cause you sure as hell better start treating me better, showing some respect, and doing better by black women or else FUCK YOU and your issues..." 

^^This seems like common sense to me. 

It's like an owner of an abused and neglected dog expecting that dog to protect his ass when a burglar breaks into the house. Where the hell they do that at???

What sense does it make to join hands with the devil who brings chaos to you and yours while he refuses to correct his own behavior? What sense does it make to rally behind a race of men who don't check themselves? What sense does it make to fight white men when you're problem lives right in your community?

I won't be marching either.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Restless Ambition


I am bored. My life is so unbelievably boring at the moment. As a matter of fact, I don't even think I have a life anymore. I don't work. I don't have a girlfriend. I'm not close to my family. I don't have many people I call "friend." My grandmother's dead. Truthfully, the only things I have in this world are my health and my money. That's about it.

I need something more. I want something more. For so long I've talked about starting a business, but something always gets in my way. Something always stops me. That something is a general lack of confidence and direction. 

I don't know what type of business to start. I know it needs to be something I love. I only love two things: Writing and books. 

Recently, I started thinking about creating a satire digital magazine that focuses on world affairs from a black perspective. Imagine being able to read my perspective (as you read it on this blog) in the form of commentary about world affairs, race, etc. In my head, it will be funny, bash, and my typical I don't give a shit if you don't like it commentary.

In my head, I imagine it will be a more entertaining version of The New Yorker & Mad Magazine...



The magazine I have in my head will be intentionally honest....and offensive. It will be satire for sure, but we all know satire typically holds a lot of truth. I'm fairly certain the magazine in my head will make white people uncomfortable to put it mildly. 

The idea of starting a digital magazine excites me because I won't have to worry about the cost of printing I can probably publish the magazine without worrying about attracting advertisers. Well, this puts me in an awesome position because I don't have to watch my tongue. 

Anyway, this idea is bouncing around in my head and I'm seriously thinking about doing it.

Monday, July 21, 2014

My New Blog For Black Lesbians...


Greetings loyal followers....and haters! 

I know y'all are missing me, but I haven't felt like blogging. I don't have anything interesting happening in my life. Therefore, I haven't been blogging. 

I think you will be pleased to know I have been productive in my "vacation" from blogging. In fact, I created a new blog. 

My new blog is called, Confessions of Black Lesbians. It is directly connected to my blogger account. I am the admin of the blog. 

I created Confessions of Black Lesbians for YOU! 

Seriously, I created it for those of you who want to write and blog, but don't have a platform or audience. Well, now you have all of the above. You have my audience and you have a blog. 

The idea behind Confessions of Black Lesbians is this...

A group of black lesbians who blog on ONE blog. It is supposed to be deeply personal. It supposed to be interesting. It is supposed to give insight into our relationships, our struggles, and our desires as black lesbians. 

In my head, it will be a blog much like my own, but authored by several different black lesbians from different walks of life. 

What I'm looking for....

I am looking for black lesbians who don't mind being honest and blunt. I'm looking for black lesbians who love to write and have a desire to tell their stories. I'm looking for black lesbians from every region of the world (Africa, USA, UK, Canada etc). I'm looking for educated black lesbians. I'm looking for cultured black lesbians. I'm looking for older black lesbians. I'm looking for young black lesbians. Most importantly of all I'm looking for black lesbians who are SERIOUS ABOUT WRITING AND BLOGGING.

How it works...
  1. If you're interested in writing for Confessions of Black Lesbians simply email me at lezintellect@gmail.com.  
  2.  You will need a GMAIL account. 
  3.  I will send you an invite to join my blog. You will then become an author on the blog. You will be able to post anytime you want using your email to access the blog. You can start blogging immediately. You can blog as often as you like.
  4. You don't have to ask my permission about what you can and cannot post. You can post whatever you want. As an author you have full access to your content.
I don't know why I didn't think to do this before. I have the ability to put others on and that's what I'm going to do. Hopefully, I will have the opportunity to read the type of content I want to read from other black lesbians. 

If you're interested in the opportunity email me.

Even if you're not interested in being an author on the blog subscribe to it and show some support!

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

A Decent Normal Black Woman....Damn Do They Even Exist Anymore???


I am sexually frustrated. The crop of black lesbians here in Atlanta is disappointing as fuck! I'm not attracted to them. I don't want to date them. I can't even look at them and get wet! It's depressing as hell. 

We got five kinds of black lesbians here....
  1. The obese masculine chicks (Disgusting....they look like they are one hamburger away from a heart attack)
  2. The flat chested middle school looking Lil Wayne wannabes (Disgusting! I can't even tell the difference between these chicks and little middle school black boys I see getting off the school bus in front of my apartment complex)
  3. The ratchet hoodrat with tattoos every damn place (Disgusting! I would be embarrassed as hell to be seen in public with this chick.)
  4. The good-looking chick with a shit load of issues (Normally the type I want...minus the issues). 
  5. The good-looking chick with a shit load of KIDS....(You couldn't pay me to fuck with one of these women...they are usually confused as hell...and their FATHERLESS kids are usually bad as hell). 
I don't know what to do anymore. More often than not when I see a black lesbian these days instead thinking to myself, "Damn she's fine" I'm thinking, "Ugh!"  

I don't understand why there are so many studs and butch chicks here. I'm not attracted to that and I'm baffled that some women actually find it attractive. I like a feminine woman with some ass and curves. I can't even look at a stud and get aroused.

I can't find a normal decent clean cut black lesbian to save my life. I want a sexy good girl. I want the girl next door with a pretty face, a banging body, who has some type of business about herself. I want a beautiful bookworm.

I can't find that shit! 

I swear to God I'm about to go out and find a badass Asian or Mexican. I'm sick of looking and coming up empty. I'm pushing 30 and I'm tired of hitting a brick wall with black women.

I've given up the idea of having my ideal black family. I don't think it's in the cards for me. If anything I'm probably going to end up with a multiracial family complete with mixed kids. 

Sigh...

Saturday, July 12, 2014

LOL....I Got A Story To Tell


I just finished watching the film, The Sandlot. I got the film for $5.00 at Wal-Mart. I've seen this movie a million times. I used to watch it all the time on TV when I was a kid. It's one of my favorite childhood movies. 

Anyway, watching this movie today made me laugh hard as hell. That's because I haven't seen it in years. My favorite scene is when the little boy with glasses fakes drowning in order to kiss the lifeguard at a pool...


While watching this movie I started thinking that I should write a script about a little black girl who is coming to age. I thought about doing this before, but I never actually sat down and did it. 

I could write and produce a film loosely based on my life as a young girl growing up in a dysfunctional family in the rural south. I have some fond memories of being a little tomboy amongst a family of boys. 

I remember growing up in a black middle class community (before my parents separated) and living two blocks from my old elementary school that decades before was predominately white, but became predominately black. When it became predominately black it also became the premier school in the county because my school became the academic bowl champions. The so-called "white" elementary school across town that was supposed to be better than our school came up short year after year. 

At that time my family lived in an apartment complex. What I remember the most about this place was the reality that just about all the black kids living there, with a few exceptions, lived in two parent households. On weekends we would run around the apartment complex and play stick ball in an area we called "the rocks."

When I was 9 my parents bought me a 10 speed bike for Christmas. My brothers and I used to ride our bikes down a steep hill that was covered in leaves, sticks etc. We called this area, "the hill." We were brave for having the courage to ride down the hill. 

I remember having a huge crush on my 5th grade teacher. She was a beautiful dark-skinned black woman. I loved her all the way up until high school. 

I remember my mom used to walk me and my brothers home from school (she didn't learn to drive until I was 10 years old). We used to walk pass all the nice suburban homes in the community and wish for the day that we would have a house of our own. Many of my classmates lived in those houses. Despite the reality that we were doing okay financially (at this point in time) I was incredibly embarrassed that I lived in an apartment while they lived in houses (most of their parents worked at the local tobacco factory where they made 50k a year...remember this was the 1990s and a SMALL rural town...that type of money was GREAT!).

I remember having a crush on a childhood friend who lived two doors down from me in the apartment complex. I remember we used to hang out with each other and she used to come over and play Sega with me and my brothers. I also remember when my mom caught my dad watching porn with her mother. I think that was the first time my mother left my father.  I remember her dragging his ass on the car after she packed me and my brothers up to leave.

I was a strange and awkward child. I was bucktoothed and in desperate need of some braces (I didn't get some until I entered high school). I didn't have many friends. I repeated the second grade because I couldn't read and no one bothered to teach me until after the fact. The class that left me behind ridiculed me right up until they entered middle school (one day they did this in front of the chocolate teacher I loved and it made me cry). 

Up until age 10 I was a slim trim normal size little girl. That all changed when I had a migraine headache and was forced to take steroids to get my right eye back open (the migraine ruptured a nerve and my eye closed). I blew up into a chubby baby elephant, which is where I stayed until the 9th grade. At that point, I learned to diet and exercise. As a result, the awkward child became a beautiful young woman with the confidence of a woman twice her age. 

I want to put all this in a film. I think it would make an interesting story. 

Let me know what you think...

Sunday, July 6, 2014

My Life & Sweat Chapter Four


I don't really have anything going on in my life at the moment (hence why I haven't been blogging). I wake everyday. I try to jog 3 miles a day. I lift a few weights. I watch soap operas and jeopardy (I don't have cable). I sit down at my computer, typewriter, word processor...whatever I feel like writing on that day....and I write. That's about it. 

It's sad...I know.

I must be getting old as fuck because I don't feel like I have much energy these days.

I still think about my grandma a lot and when I do I cry. I feel so sad some days. There is a void in my life and a hole in my heart. Sometimes I just feel so damn hurt. 

When I'm not feeling down I'm usually churning away at chapter four of Sweat, which will likely come before chapter one of Climaxxx. It wasn't planned that way. It just happened. I am incapable of writing multiple stories at once. Chapter four of Sweat was already in my head.

Chapter four of Sweat will introduce my final two characters, Jalisa and Alize. 

Next, to Odessa, I think Jalisa is probably my favorite character and that's largely because she's the woman I wish I could fuck!

Jalisa is a real bad chick! She is sexy, smart, and real as hell...but in an endearing way. In my head, Jalisa has a phat ass booty that's all natural. Her ass attracts attention wherever she goes. 

I like Jalisa's ass so much that I'm thinking about creating a serial just for her called, The Booty Chronicles

Y'all let me know what you think about that idea!!!

I'm also thinking about creating another cover for Sweat. In my head it will feature Mollica, Odessa, Fredericka, and Olivia on the cover and it will be reminiscent of the Vibe Magazine cover featuring Death Row Records...


Let me know what you think. If you have any suggestions comment below or send me an email.
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