Saturday, June 30, 2012

This Broad Can Eat The Box Any Time She Want It!

Can you imagine letting this chick eat the box while her big ass titties are swinging?!? She can get it.

Man this video made me horny. I'm off to have sex with my girlfriend!

Friday, June 29, 2012

Disney's First Black Princess

I know I'm a few years late with this one but my first time watching The Princess & The Frog (a film about Disney's first black princess) was yesterday. Yellow Bone and I cuddled up on my sofa to watch it on the Disney channel last night. I must say I really enjoyed the film. I loved the music, comedy and everything else. The characters were very funny.

When this film first came out there was a great deal of uproar from a group of dumbasses in the black community. First, there was talk about the princess's name. People didn't like it. Next, there was talk about the minstrel show looking fire fly. People didn't like the way that he talked and the way he looked (I mean a gawdamn fire fly...really people?). Finally, and perhaps the most heavily debated topic, was the race of the prince. People didn't like the fact that he wasn't black. 

None of the above matters to kids who are fairly oblivious to this type of bullshit. They just want to watch the film, enjoy it and laugh. They don't give a rat's ass about the prince's race, the princess's name or the way the fire fly talks. It was their stupid parents making a big deal about all of the above.

Disney made the brave move of giving its first black princess a non-black prince. Kudos to them for keeping it real! Even though the prince is clearly a man of color (Creole? Hispanic?...I don't know) thing is for sure: he is NOT black.  

I personally think Disney got it right. 

When I think about a charming man (Prince charming if you will), a gentleman, a respectful man, a handsome prince or a king I can honestly say a black man doesn't immediately come to mind. I'm pretty sure it's the same for MOST other races of women too. Shit...I'm sure it's true for a number of black women too. They may not openly admit it, but black men for the most part simply don't bring to mind images of the knight in shinning armor. 

Blame conditioning. Blame racism. Blame whoever you want. Personally I think BLACK MEN should bare the burden of blame here. Their image is so unbelievably fucked up. 

Let's say Disney did give the black princess a black prince. What would her life be like? 

She would probably be his babymama (yeah I said it). In fact, she would probably be one in a LONG line of babymamas. She would probably be living in poverty, on welfare, collecting section 8 carrying around an arm full of his bastard children that he forgot exist. She would probably sit around thinking one day he might just marry her and value her above all his other babymamas. Her friends will try to talk some sense in her, but secretly will continue to hold out hope that one day...he will marry her.

Meanwhile, the black prince will be living the good life in his mansion while dropping babies all over his kingdom. Marriage will be the furthest thing from his mind. In terms of character and morality he sucks big time. He'll blame the women of his kingdom for his womanizing ways and continue to exploit them without remorse. He'll flaunt his wealth and then call women gold diggers for desiring his wealth.

Hmm...sound familiar? Black prince could be any number of black male celebrities out here.

The poor princess, who had dreams of owning a restaurant in the film, will have to give up her dreams because she made the mistake of falling for the wrong damn man (and really if a black prince is a piss poor choice...what does that say about the rest of the men in his kingdom?). She will become fat, busted and ugly. She will look older than her age. She will grow bitter and disillusioned with life. In short, her life will be a tragedy rather than a fairy tale.

So, I honestly see why the prince couldn't be black. A "good" upstanding morally sound black prince is simply too much of a fairy tale to be true. A lot of people cannot imagine it.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Making Love To Her

I really enjoy making love to my girlfriend. She brings out the best in me. There was a time when I was a little rough in bed. I didn't know how to be gentle with a woman. It is something I've had to learn as time has gone by. I now know every woman isn't the same. 

Some women like it rough. Some women like a soft/gentle touch. Some women like a combination of both. My girl is one of those people that likes a combination of both. There are times when we just want to fuck. Then are times when she wants to be romanced, seduced and loved. During these love making sessions she expects quite a bit of foreplay. She expects me to tell her I love her over and over again. She expects me to hold her close when it's over.

This is why I love black women. We share a soulful connection that I haven't felt with other races of women. I can only feel it when I'm with a black woman.

The thing that turns me on the most when I'm making love to a woman is her moans. A woman with a sexy moan turns me on! It makes me horny and motivates me in bed. I guess this is why it's so important that my lady have a FEMININE voice. A woman's voice means as much to me as clean manicured toes mean to men (read: black men).

If I meet or talk to a woman over the phone who has a MASCULINE (or heavy bass) in her voice I lose interest in her immediately. I don't care how beautiful she might be physically I simply cannot stand a woman that sounds like a man or has a "DEEP" voice (read: heavy bass). I can't even imagine hearing a woman with a MASCULINE voice moaning in bed. It would turn off.

One of my biggest fetishes is sexing a woman while she's wearing heels. The type of heels doesn't matter. I just love giving it to a woman while she's rocking a pair of heels. I can't really explain it, but it's something that turns me on...along with FEMININE moans. Lucky for me my girl doesn't have any issue rocking some heels in bed or moaning her pleasure.

Next, my girl likes to listen to slow R&B music while we're making love. I have great taste in music. My favorite songs to make love to are as follows:
Til The Cops Come Knocking By Maxwell (or anything by Maxwell for that matter)
Cherish By Kool & The Gang
A Dream By Debarge
Lose Control By Silk
Wey U By Chante Moore
My Love, Sweet Love By Patti Labelle
Kissing You By Faith Evans
Good Love By Anita Baker

Whenever I put any of these songs on my lady (and those of the past) go crazy. I'll do whatever I have to do in order to keep the fire burning between me and my lady. It feels good.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Domestic Violence & (BLACK) Lesbian Relationships

What goes through your mind when you watch that clip? The first time I watched it was in 2006 (if I'm not mistaken) when I met and began dating my ex-girlfriend. I watched it at her house. I remember turning to her and saying something along the lines of, "I would never put my hands on you."

It was the truth. I never put my hands on her, but I will be honest...there were times when I thought about it. I thought about it alot.

There were times she'd make me so mad, so jealous and disappointmented me so much that I consciously thought about putting my hands on her. I can honestly admit while I never put my hands on her I did verbally abuse her a great deal. I knew how sensitive she was and I would purposely hurt her feelings just to piss her off the same way she manged to piss me off (partly my own fault because I'm really quick tempered).

After we broke up I felt bad for all the shit I said to her and the way I treated her. She did some foul stuff to me and I thought about wrapping my hands around her neck and squeezing after we broke up...I was so upset, angry and hurt. 

I like to think I've grown as an individual. I recognize my faults and I've worked hard to be a better person and a better girlfriend to my significant other(s). Still I can't help but think about all the stories I've heard from other black lesbians about the abuse they've suffered at the hands of their black girlfriends.

One girl told me her girlfriend almost chocked her to death. She broke her jaw. Broke her rib. All kinds of nonsense happened between these two.

Another girl told me her girlfriend raped her. I know...I couldn't believe it either and that's because I can't imagine a girl raping another girl. 

Most have said they've been verbally abused or verbally abusive. 

My question is why? What the hell is going on with black lesbians that we have such unhealthy/abusive relationships?

My problem: That's what I grew up seeing as a child. My parents didn't have the healthiest relationship with each other or their kids. My mother verbally abused me constantly. Honestly that's all I knew for a long time...other than the love and affection my grandmother showed me. I think I carried this over to SOME of my relationships with women.

It makes me sad to think about it now. I have so many regrets.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Let's Not Pretend Black Men Wouldn't Wear Them (Adidas Slave Shackle Shoes)

Black people really do kill me playing ignorant and claiming racism all the damn time. When I first heard about the controversy over Adidas's shackle shoes I didn't immediately think about slavery. I didn't think about black people. I didn't think about racism. Instead I thought: Those are some ugly ass shoes!

It wasn't until I began reading various blogs and listening to the radio that I learned the shoes were being called offensive to African Americans because they contained shackles. I have a few issues with this fake claim of offense (yeah I said it...what??).

First thing: I think we all know young African American men have no standards whatsoever when it comes to their dress code. After all, this is the group of men who introduced this look....

And this look...

I could very well see African American men walking around with shoes that include a pair of shackles. In fact, I'm partial to believe these shoes would have been a hit with black men if certain public figures had not voiced their concern.

African American men are mental slaves. They are gone. I don't think anyone can deny that reality. They would rock these shoes with a great sense of pride and we all know it. And if you have any doubts look at their music, entertainment and culture...

Yeah black men this day and age are fucking shameless!

Next thing....

With all the black on black crime, out of wedlock kids, fatherless homes, high unemployment rate, rampant STDs etc in the black community you would think black folks would protest all of the above first and foremost before crying and yelling over a pair of shoes they have the option of not buying. Not so....these slave shackle shoes brought out all the former "scream racism about any damn thing" heavyweights...

I swear sometimes I wonder if I was born in the wrong decade. I just cannot relate to most black people out here. I just can't...

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Treating My Lady Right! Black Men...TAKE NOTES!

See the vase of two dozen red roses up above? I had that sent to Yellow Bone today via 1-800-Flowers. 

It feels good to be in love again. She called me right after the roses were delivered and I could hear the smile in her voice. It made me smile.

It feels really really good catering to a woman that desires it. I missed this feeling and missed doing nice things for a woman. I expect to see her later tonight and tomorrow I'm taking her to the best seafood restaurant in Atlanta tomorrow.

Black bitches need to take notes. This is the way you show a woman you love and appreciate her.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

I'm Taking Time Off This Blog To Work On Cherry Hills

I'm taking some time off this blog to work on Cherry Hills. I will be back in a few weeks. Feel free to email me or hit on Skype if you want to chat. 


Wednesday, June 13, 2012

My Thoughts On Down Low Black Lesbians

I'm going to warn you...this might be one of those blogs CERTAIN PEOPLE (side eye) find offensive. However, you know me....I don't give a damn. I'm going to be completely honest about this topic. Like it or's my opinion and I'm entitled to it. 

This blog is solely about BLACK lesbians. For whatever reason non-black lesbians don't seem to have an issue with MASS unplanned/unwanted/out of wedlock children. Nor do they seem to have the issue (I'm talking about my generation...not the older generation) of being trapped in the closet until they are well over twenty-five. The last statement probably speaks more to the reality that the white community is more accepting of homosexuality than the black community. Still one is left to wonder why the hell don't so-called black lesbians, who are trapped in the closet, protect themselves from pregnancy while living a lie??? They must know their stock drops significantly once they pop out children (especially from a heterosexual relationship). It makes me wonder if these women embrace motherhood much of the same way they embrace the lie of loving men? Do they view it as something that just comes with the territory when living a lie? Or were they too ignorant to protect themselves?<---My money is on this one.

In my life I've run across a lot of black "lesbians" (I use the word loosely here) who are in the closet. These women are typically twenty plus years old. Most of them have/are in relationships with men. They have kids by men. Many of them LOVE their husbands, boyfriends etc, but according to them they are GAY. They're not confused. They're not bisexual (again according to them). They are GAY women living a lie. They live in the closet because of family, friends, society etc. Some of these women forever live on the "down low" and some of them eventually come out of the closet to live openly gay lives. So how do I feel about these women?

I pity them, but I would never fuck with one. I feel sorry for folks who live their lives because they are too afraid of what other people think. I feel sorry for folks who bring children into this world knowing full well they are living a lie. In my opinion it's not fair to their children or their significant other, who is often completely clueless about the lie they're living. Some might say these closeted women (and men...referring to men on the DL) are selfish as hell. I can see the situation from both sides. Sometimes it's hard to just live your life and sometimes it's better to be straight up honest about your sexuality rather than taking the risk of hurting the people you love.

In general I find I'm not attracted to these women. Why? Let me count the reasons....

  1. They often come to the table with an arm full of kids once they supposedly get the courage to be openly gay.
  2. I don't respect cowards. I like strong women like myself. I went through a brief denial stage, but I've always known who/what the hell I am. I was afraid of society, my family etc too, but I knew I could NEVER...EVER fuck a man and live a lie. I knew I would rather be SINGLE than do that. I reached a point (and I was still a teenager when this happened) when I said, "FUCK IT...I'm going to do me." I like women who share my attitude.
  3. Arguably the BEST years of our lives are our twenties. As a good-looking twenty-six (going on twenty-seven next month) year old woman I can say this is the best time of my life. I'm growing, learning, living, fucking, making money, surviving, romancing women, working and just being a FREE young adult. Once your prime years are over they are over. There is no getting them back. I can safely say I wouldn't want a chick that waited until she was 27, 28, 29 (or later to come out the closet). As women, the older we get, the more we lose the attractiveness of youth and beauty. It is doubled over for women who have children YOUNG. I want a woman when she's in her prime and CHILDLESS. I don't want some chick who has been run through, busted out a few kids, and whose pussy is as dry as a freaking desert. I want you when you're young, beautiful, and vibrant. I don't want you after you've been weighed down by life and the decisions you've made in life. A twenty year old living a lie is forgivable. A twenty-five plus year old living a lie is just plain old unattractive. Shit...who is paying your bills at this point: You or the people you fear judging you??? The only people I can imagine being attracted to these women are ugly women just looking for love, people in the same boat as them (i.e., those who lived a lie themselves and have a few kids to show for it), bisexuals and all these simple-minded studs just looking for companionship (and by default are accepting of bullshit). Black lesbians who have the world at their feet (i.e., those like me) aren't fishing in this sea when we can go next door to an ocean full of women who don't share this issue.
  4. Last but not least, I find myself put off by women who have been with men...especially if they were in committed "loving" relationships with said men. This presents a trust issue where I begin questioning the lesbian's sexuality. Most of the black lesbians I know HAVE been with men. However, many point to one or two men they were with while going through their denial stage. They don't have a LONG list of relationships with men. They weren't in long-term relationships with these men. It's usually a situation where they were in denial, but soon got over it and kicked the man to the curb.
Anyway, those are my thoughts for today.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Is My Ability To Get Some Pussy The Most Interesting Thing On This Blog???

Readers....tell me what's really good?! 

I noticed I've received more reactions from the post I Asked For A Freak & That's What I Got than any other post on this blog. You can view the reactions at the end of the blog. So far 2 people think the post is FUNNY (hmmm...?), 1 person thinks it's interesting and 2 people think it's cool. 

I wonder...why are blogs about my relationship/sex life the most popular on this blog? 

I've written some honest (though some might call ignorant) shit on this blog. I've written some depressing blogs. I've written blog criticizing society. NONE of them seem to spark the reaction I get when writing about yellow bone or getting laid. Why? Is my ability to get some pussy the most interesting thing on this blog? 

Talk to me. I'm very curious about me or comment below.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Coming Soon: Cherry Hills IMPORTANT UPDATE!

I just found out that Paypal offers a subscription option. To make this option attractive to users I'm offering a slight discount. A monthly subscription will cost a flat rate of 3.50 whereas users getting Cherry Hills through Amazon, The Nook, or the PDF download service will be paying 3.96 a month (remember it's .99 cent per chapter) if they buy all four chapters (remember the plan is to publish one chapter a week) a month. Either option is great. The first chapter is coming up soon and it will be FREE.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Coming Soon: Cherry Hills (A Lesbian Soap Opera)!!!

I don't know if any of you have noticed or not, but I've been slowly but surely making my blog a little bit more "social network friendly." You can now easily share my blog with your friends, co-workers etc and you can like my blog on Facebook (be sure to do that by the way...simply click the "like my blog on facebook" widget in the sidebar). In addition to this you can now read my blog on your Amazon Kindle. There is a reason for all this...

For a long time I complained about lack of representation of black lesbians and lesbians of color in the media. We are damn near non-existent. If we exist at all it's usually in the most stereotypical capacity (i.e., Sajdah from The Real L World or any of the chicks on the web series Between Women). The crap that exist right now sucks ass...

I literally cringe when I'm watching shit like this^^^. 

I don't know any lesbians that act like that! I don't want to know any lesbians that act like that. It is so stereotypical. When I look at the women in the above video I cannot relate to them. They don't reflect my reality. It is hard for me to even view them as WOMEN! I might as well be looking at two black MEN arguing over some female because that's what it feels like I'm watching. It is just terrible. I cannot even believe this series is popular with black lesbians. Seriously...our culture is FUCKED UP...if this is passing for creative entertainment.

Well, if you're like me...chances are you are tired of this shit. There is a caliber of us (I'm guessing the educated set) looking for a more polished and sophisticated form of entertainment.

I've always wanted to write/produce the type of representation of black lesbians I want to see. I want to see educated, polished, articulate, beautiful black women loving, romancing, sexing and kicking it with each other. In my head most of these women are FEMININE or TOMBOYS (but NOT studs or butch as all hell).

I want to see these women raising children together. I also want to see them lying, cheating, stealing and abusing (let's face it...that's just apart of life). In my head all of the above is done with class and not with them screaming some old stereotypical "black English" at each other like, "Dude...Dude what are you doing here man?" I can't even picture a WOMAN saying some shit like that!

I admit I'm biased. I don't like looking at studs. I don't even like seeing the stud/fem dynamic. I want to see the fem/fem or the fem/tomboy dynamic. I feel like this: If I wanted to look at stud/fem dynamic I might as well watch a web series, movie or television show featuring heterosexual male/female couples. The point of me being a lesbian is I like/love women, who are true to their femininity. So, naturally my taste are going to reflect this reality. 

Anyway, about Cherry Hills...

First thing, Cherry Hills has SOUL. It has the soul of a slow R&B ballad. That is intentional because I believe I carry that soul in me. I'm old school...I have an old soul...that soul comes out naturally.
Cherry Hills was partly inspired by The Women of Brewster Place, Melrose Place and Waiting to Exhale.  I am a huge fan of all three.... 

The Women of Brewster Place remains one of my favorite books/films. The story centers around a group of women living in poverty in the late 1960s. The women share the same apartment complex. Some are old and some are young. There is a lesbian couple in the story too (one of the few black lesbian stories that cuts at my heart because one of the lesbians is later gang raped by the black neighborhood terrorist and friends). The ending made me sick and gave me nightmares. It also showed me that straight women probably shouldn't even attempt to write about gay women (kind of like white women writing about black almost always falls flat). The dialogue between the two lesbians is SO REAL and I felt it because I saw alot of my ex and myself in those two characters. The character Lorraine is 100% my ex-girlfriend, while personality wise I am more Theresa.

Melrose Place was a 1990s prime time soap opera about a group of people living in the same apartment complex. It was filled with sensational drama and I loved it.

And Waiting to Exhale is a book/film about four black women struggling with love and friendship. My mother practically raised me on this film and the soundtrack, which I have been listening to while writing Cherry Hills (Listen Here).

Cherry Hills centers around an apartment complex (named Cherry Hills) in which a group of black lesbians live and love. These are all well-to-do lesbians. The apartment complex is known as a "safe haven" of sorts for black lesbians in Atlanta. Some of the lesbians are in committed relationships while others are single and mingling or on the verge of losing their relationship.

I'm not going to lie to you....Cherry Hills is FULL of drama, but it's tastefully done, which was very important to me because I don't want to portray stereotypes in my writing. Cherry Hills is my guilty pleasure. It is the trashy fiction I love to write and read when I'm not working on the deep socially conscious science fiction I love more!

This is how it will work...

Cherry Hills is going to be a fiction based e-book series. 

I will write and make available ONE chapter a week. Each chapter is going to be .99 cent. I plan to give some chapters away for free. I'm trying to find a subscription based software so readers can just pay a flat monthly fee and subscribe rather than paying .99 cent a week if they desire. If you know of any such software email me. 

The chapters will run you will get your money's worth. Once I start typing it is hard for me to stop. I can easily turn out twenty pages single spaced on my Dana. 

Cherry Hills will be delivered via Amazon Kindle, Barnes and Noble Nook and through my blog. On my blog readers will be able to download chapters directly using a third party software (more about this's not pay via paypal and it's delivered to your computer via PDF). 

In the coming weeks I will do several character profiles on this blog. These character profiles will be very detailed and will feature gorgeous illustrations of the characters as I have envisioned them in my head. 

I'm so excited. I'm doing what I really love, which is writing and creating. If you have any questions or comments drop them in the comment section. Now back to the Waiting to Exhale soundtrack and writing....

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

I Asked For A Freak & That's What I Got!

I Asked For A Freak & That's What I Got

After I wrote the blog about my love for AKAs and my hate for gay black men Yellow Bone got pissed off. Why? Because she's a proud member of Delta Sigma Theta. She read that particular blog and went off on my ass.

Me: (taken aback) Babe I got love for all the bad sorority chicks in this world. It's just that...well the AKAs have a special place in my heart. I remember in college my best friend asked me if I wanted to be an AKA. I thought about it and said, 'Naw...I don't want to be an AKA...I want to fuck an AKA...there is a difference!' I've always had a thing for's not personal. The Deltas are bad too!

Yellow Bone: Well, your girlfriend is a Delta so that means you need to be on my team and stop STANNING for AKAs. 

Me: Why does it have to be like that? Can't we all just get along???

We went back and forth for a whole thirty minutes before she left my apartment in a huff. 

I put the whole thing out of my mind until later on that night when Yellow Bone came over. I was in the kitchen cooking some pasta. She came in carrying a duffel bag, which she normally brings with her when she's spending the night. When she walked into my apartment she didn't say a word to me so I assumed she was still pissed off about the argument we had earlier that day. She headed straight for the bathroom and slammed the door without a word to me.

I remember thinking damn it's going to be a long night. I cannot stand when she's mad at me. This woman has the ability to fuck up my whole day if she's pissed off at me.

Anyway, I'm at the stove doing my thing when she finally emerges from the bathroom. When I turned to face her I almost dropped the spoon full of pasta I was getting ready to put into my mouth!

Yellow Bone stood smiling at me in her red, white, and gold trimmed Delta Sigma Theta jacket (with nothing under it), a red thong, and some red six inch heels.

I was getting ready to say something when Yellow Bone shushed me! 

I can take a hint! I dropped the spoon full of pasta in the sink and wrapped my arms around her slim waist. 

Me: I guess this means you're not mad at me?

Yellow Bone: No baby I'm not mad...but it's time for you to recognize why Deltas are number one. 

Touching led to kissing and kissing led to fucking....I'm sure you can imagine the rest!

This is the type of woman I've been praying for and God I am loving it! 

Fuck an AKA...Team Delta!

Monday, June 4, 2012

Get My Blog On Your Kindle!

Good news blog is now on Amazon's Kindle!

It's .99 cent a month to subscribe via Kindle. I didn't set the price...Amazon did. 

If you're interested in getting my blog on your Kindle click HERE. Even if you don't want my blog on your Kindle...give my blog an awesome five star review on Amazon's site anyway!

Friday, June 1, 2012

So I Guess I have A Girlfriend Now

Yellow Bone likes to lay on top of me when we're in bed opposed to laying beside me. I'm fine with this arrangment because it gives me the opportunity to feel on her nice round "Amazon" booty...

Last night we're laying in bed together when she says, "We might as well make it official."

Me: Make what official babe?

She looks up at me. "Let's make us official."

I pause for a second to think about it, though I really didn't need to think about it at all. 

I wanted her to be my girlfriend. 

Despite my so-called inability to remove friends from the "friend zone" I easily found myself caught up with her. I guess it was bound to happen. I don't think either of us was looking for love, but love is what we found. Our relationship went from friendship to sex to friendship and sex. I guess the next step is a relationship.

Me (looking into her eyes): I would like that a lot! Let's make it official...

At that point she smiled (and what a beautiful smile she has) and she kissed me. "You're officially mine!"

Me: Yep I'm officially yours!

Then...though it sounds cliche...we made love. 

Our new song...

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