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Update (again) time! While I'm glad that there's so much going on in my life that I barely have time to breathe (see: below), I do miss being a reliable source of drama for our readers!!! If we still have any left - I will try to be better!!!
In true SS fashion - this post leads to a rant. God... I fit the bill for angry black woman to a T... SHAME!
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I finally put on my big girl panties and moved out on my own! I live right in the heart of Atlanta in an area known as Midtown in the most perfect location for someone like me. I'm near a huge shopping/eating center called Atlantic Station (probably a 10 min. walk or a sweet 5 min. ride on one of the free shuttles offered to and from there).
They've got all the stores and some amazing restaurants and sports bars there so I should continue to be nice and broke living near it lol. Within a 5 minute walk in any direction of me there are great restaurants and stores and clubs - all of which I plan to visit (again - brokeness). I live like a block away from a Marta station too. Instead of my old hour and a half commute to work- I just hop on the train and am there in 15 minutes. Consequently, I was actually late everyday last week...just couldn't get the timing right!
So what prompted this huge move you ask? A bit of back-story - I was living with my mom and brothers to try to save money for school in 08. I ended up taking a second year off of school because my mom had to quit her job in order to start receiving disability payments; this was the end of '08 and she still hasn't been accepted into the program so that lets you know what life has been like! Unfortunately, neither of my brothers were "able to work" which translates more into - refused to find jobs, so my menial paycheck stretched to feed all of us and keep us housed (my mother did receive some money from the military but not much...). Needless to say '09 was a bust in terms of paying off some loans and saving some cash so I took ANOTHER year off. Realizing that it was impossible for me to save cash living in that situation, I decided to just apply to some law schools and see what happened. Hopefully I could get in with some scholarships and escape this cycle! I got in to some (yay) but no scholarships were offered (aw) because I applied so late in the cycle. At least I got my feet wet!
So again what inspired me to move and continue to be broke?
Someone did something very stupid and has a bundle of joy that will be joining us in February. Someone put their dreams of going to school and improving their life on hold all because of one mistake.
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My 22 year old brother knocked his "girlfriend" up!!!!
HAH you thought I'D be that stupid?! Re-read the posts boo - I don't make mistakes like that (although I am currently knocking on wood and swearing off penis just in case...). The move was prompted by the fact that he decided that her and her 14 year old son and the baby could just move into our place under the guise of "getting section 8 and moving out on our own soon". Yea...heard that shit before. Hes been "looking for a job" since '08 and hasn't worked a day since I've been here. No one's that unlucky! Of course, no one TOLD me they were moving in. I come home on a Friday to see all their stuff in our living room and I'm like "WTF". I was told that they were headed back to New Orleans that Monday but needed a place to crash the weekend so I agreed. HAH... two weeks pass and I'm a prisoner in my own home. I can't go in my living room to watch the cable I pay for because the kid is always playing a video game or watching some stupid shit. I cant go in the kitchen because she's always in there making food I don't want to eat (but that I paid for...). I want them gone so badly but I don't want to put them on the street since I know they have nowhere to go.
So I call from work one day with then intention of telling my brother that they need to go NOW. I've got my speech all worked up and ready to go and I'm riding on so much adrenaline. They're eating up all of our food and I can't afford to house them in the tiny apartment barely big enough for the original people living there. My name is on the damn lease after all, and I'm pissed that no one once asked my opinion or consulted me on whether or not more people could move in. I make the call:
Me: We need to talk right now about your girlfriend and her son. Two weeks have passed and they are still there. You said they were headed to NO about two weeks ago... why did you lie? They need to be gone when I get home.
Him: I never said she was leaving... he was supposed to go back but now there's a problem.
Me: There's no problem...they need to go. I can't afford to feed all of you and take care of all of you.
Him: There's a problem....
Me: She pregnant isn't she?
Him: Yes.
Funny how you're able to guess these type of things. Maybe its because I'm a pessimist? I slammed down the phone and screamed FUCKING IDIOT at work so loud. I'm still waiting on HR to fire me (I had my review and still work there so I think I'm ok!). Then I proceeded to cry and wander around aimlessly. I wanted to kill him!!!! How could they be so FUCKING stupid?!
Needless to say - within a week and a half I had found a new apartment and moved out on my own. My mother, though I love her, is not the type to stand up for herself or put anyone out (as evidenced by a 30 year old son sitting around leeching as well as a 22 year old) so the situation is never going to change. All I can do is what is best for me for now!
That pretty much sums up the drama for the past few months - am I in a soap opera or what...? Damn!
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Monday, September 13, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
yoooo hellooooo!!!
Okay...it seems us "being back" means easy goings too..hahahaha
Alright...well since work is more or less over with until next week, I should be updating. I make a lot of empty offhand promises when it comes to stuff like this but I really would love to post some movie reviews and tech stuff and news story things that I find interesting
Sooo just a little about my summer and stuff to hold u over til I post again...which might be in the next 15 minutes or 15 days ahahahah
Spent the summer working from 8am-6pm...or those are the hours I was paid for. I was usually there a few minutes early and left quite a few minutes later. The burdens of having the keys to the office...love the trust the boss has in me...but alas...what did Uncle Ben (Spidey's uncle..not the instant rice guy) say? "With great power comes great responsibility." Who am I to complain, really...it's money money money! WOOH! 50 hour work weeks. Not terrible. Just wished it was off the books. Forget Uncle Ben...Uncle SAM took a GIANT chunk of my paycheck every time!!! Who got kids they can lend me to claim as dependents?
Spent some time with the boyfriend whenever I can. But he got sick and then I got sick so we went almost a whole month apart. But we still talked (read: IM'd and texted) everyday so we're good. Surprising to many of my friends, we haven't...shaboinked...yet. I'm ok with it and he gave me good reasons to wait but I seem to be the Grabby McGroper of the two...hahahah :::eyebrow wiggle:::
What else...AH yes...I turned a quarter century. I partied it up last year when I turned two dozen. What did I do for my quarter century? Low-key'd it. Picnic at Central Park with games and awesome junk food...dinner and drinks (and a night of fending off creepy guys who accused me of not liking black guys...for real, son?) with friends...and a walk by the water with my boyfriend who wrote me the sweetest note ever :::warm and fuzzy feeling:::
Now...work is done. Just some minor subbing work for work. SOOOO...If anyone knows ANYTHING...HOLLA AT YA GIRL!!! cuz ya girl's got too many bills =( TOO MANY!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHH
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Alright...well since work is more or less over with until next week, I should be updating. I make a lot of empty offhand promises when it comes to stuff like this but I really would love to post some movie reviews and tech stuff and news story things that I find interesting
Sooo just a little about my summer and stuff to hold u over til I post again...which might be in the next 15 minutes or 15 days ahahahah
Spent the summer working from 8am-6pm...or those are the hours I was paid for. I was usually there a few minutes early and left quite a few minutes later. The burdens of having the keys to the office...love the trust the boss has in me...but alas...what did Uncle Ben (Spidey's uncle..not the instant rice guy) say? "With great power comes great responsibility." Who am I to complain, really...it's money money money! WOOH! 50 hour work weeks. Not terrible. Just wished it was off the books. Forget Uncle Ben...Uncle SAM took a GIANT chunk of my paycheck every time!!! Who got kids they can lend me to claim as dependents?
Spent some time with the boyfriend whenever I can. But he got sick and then I got sick so we went almost a whole month apart. But we still talked (read: IM'd and texted) everyday so we're good. Surprising to many of my friends, we haven't...shaboinked...yet. I'm ok with it and he gave me good reasons to wait but I seem to be the Grabby McGroper of the two...hahahah :::eyebrow wiggle:::
What else...AH yes...I turned a quarter century. I partied it up last year when I turned two dozen. What did I do for my quarter century? Low-key'd it. Picnic at Central Park with games and awesome junk food...dinner and drinks (and a night of fending off creepy guys who accused me of not liking black guys...for real, son?) with friends...and a walk by the water with my boyfriend who wrote me the sweetest note ever :::warm and fuzzy feeling:::
Now...work is done. Just some minor subbing work for work. SOOOO...If anyone knows ANYTHING...HOLLA AT YA GIRL!!! cuz ya girl's got too many bills =( TOO MANY!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHH
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
OMG...Just..........No........WTF
This is our youth...our future...being corrupted and over-sexualized. I was listening to a local radio station (Q100 Atlanta) which plays a nice mix of top 40 music but has a great morning show where the crew tackles hot-button topics and issues every morning. This morning...they featured a video... it is below....
Fair warning- the video is LOUD and starts immediately upon opening the page (the "Read More" tab) so...turn your sound down!!!!
Is anyone else disturbed?
Surprisingly enough... while I was disturbed by the video itself and the consequences of such actions... I was also concerned (not surprised of course) about the calls that came in concerning it. "In places like Jamaica and Africa...this is common" was a comment from a listener. This video is clearly taken in a Spanish Speaking country (you could even hear that over the radio as they played it...) but, of course, it goes back to hypersexual black people...
Its not about RACE people - its about KIDS being sexualized at such young ages... get your minds right...
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Fair warning- the video is LOUD and starts immediately upon opening the page (the "Read More" tab) so...turn your sound down!!!!
Is anyone else disturbed?
Surprisingly enough... while I was disturbed by the video itself and the consequences of such actions... I was also concerned (not surprised of course) about the calls that came in concerning it. "In places like Jamaica and Africa...this is common" was a comment from a listener. This video is clearly taken in a Spanish Speaking country (you could even hear that over the radio as they played it...) but, of course, it goes back to hypersexual black people...
Its not about RACE people - its about KIDS being sexualized at such young ages... get your minds right...
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Saturday, August 22, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
*Alert* New Strain of HIV Found!
Be Safe Readers! Keep it wrapped- keep it tight!
"French researchers have identified a new human immunodeficiency virus, the first derived from gorillas, a report said Monday."
The other three strains (I had no idea there were three!!) were found in chimpanzee's.
"The new virus, called RBF 168, was detected in a 62-year-old woman who moved to Paris from the western Africa nation of Cameroon[...]The new gorilla virus "has many of the biological properties necessary for human infection[.]"
"The human case described here does not seem to be an isolated incident, as before coming to Paris the subject had lived in the semiurban area of Yaounde, the capital of Cameroon, and reported no contact with apes or bush meat[...] That would indicate that the woman contracted the virus from another human."
Forgive me for being ignorant on the subject (I hope to remain so in many respects...) but I thought that HIV was only contracted through the transmission of bodily fluids (i.e. saliva, blood, ejaculate). The subtle mention of bush meat scares me. Granted...I dont eat human flesh but you can contract HIV from eating cooked meat? Or is this a reference to eating raw bush meat? Someone help me out!
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"French researchers have identified a new human immunodeficiency virus, the first derived from gorillas, a report said Monday."
The other three strains (I had no idea there were three!!) were found in chimpanzee's.
"The new virus, called RBF 168, was detected in a 62-year-old woman who moved to Paris from the western Africa nation of Cameroon[...]The new gorilla virus "has many of the biological properties necessary for human infection[.]"
"The human case described here does not seem to be an isolated incident, as before coming to Paris the subject had lived in the semiurban area of Yaounde, the capital of Cameroon, and reported no contact with apes or bush meat[...] That would indicate that the woman contracted the virus from another human."
Forgive me for being ignorant on the subject (I hope to remain so in many respects...) but I thought that HIV was only contracted through the transmission of bodily fluids (i.e. saliva, blood, ejaculate). The subtle mention of bush meat scares me. Granted...I dont eat human flesh but you can contract HIV from eating cooked meat? Or is this a reference to eating raw bush meat? Someone help me out!
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Off My Chest
I'm suffering and struggling to keep my eyes open because I couldn't sleep last night.... I have held this in for so long but I have to get it off of my chest.
When I was in college... a close friend of mine was raped. It was a horrible situation and it still haunts me as I’m sure it does her. I have these dreams...they will come out of nowhere…I’ll have had a happy day and be on my way to bed and then the next morning I’m so tired and stressed and I have snippets of the dream playback in my mind. Oh I had that dream again.
There’s so much guilt involved in this…sometimes I’m able to repress it and I can go months without thinking about it… It will always be with me though because there is so much regret and it was never officially closed in the manner that I would like. That and the fact that, had I been a better friend and more careful, the situation probably wouldn’t have happened. She was soooo drunk and was having a good time dancing in a pretty small party. About thirty minutes later, I realized she was gone and called her cell phone. Maybe she headed home to sleep it off I thought. I had this sinking feeling though and something told me to go and look for her.
The party was in what we called the NAD (Native American House on campus) and I had never been in there, so, although it was a small house, I didn't know what all of the rooms were. I made my way upstairs...peeking in open doorways...listening at doors. I heard nothing. I headed downstairs; there was a door that lead to a room that looked like the storage room in my own building so I assumed it was locked. If only I had opened that door...
My dreams of this situation haunt me; I wake up with tears streaming down my face and in actual physical and emotional distress. If I had just opened that fucking door I could have saved her!!! After I wake up, I force myself to think the situation through, to imagine what I would have done to this asshole if I had walked in. She had been dancing with him all night and had snuck out of the party to make out with him. She told him from the jump that she didnt want to have sex and when things started progressing, she tried to leave the situation. He was able to hold her there and do his dirt. If I had walked into the door, I would have killed him. Maybe its a good thing I didn't because there's no way I could have controlled my rage. I see myself picking up a broom or some object and swinging it baseball style across the side of his head. Or tackling him and wailing on him with my fists- releasing all the anger I had from my own similar situation. I'm so angry- why couldnt I have just opened the fucking door?
She told me that it hurt so badly that she blacked in and out of it but awoke to him getting dressed. He was telling her that it wasn't rape because she agreed to it and that she should stop crying. He gave her his cell phone number...he actually put it in the phone for her... See, he said, if I raped you...why would I give you my number? Dumb ass. He then left the room. She sat there crying for a bit...staring at the ruined couch cushions. Looking back, there was sooo much blood. She then flipped the cushion over and came to find me. I had already headed home and was talking with my friends when she called me. The moment I heard her voice, I knew something was wrong. I ran out of the room, probably scaring the shit out of my friends, and ran to her. She was at the entrance to our building but couldn’t get in. Blood on her pants. I knew...there was no need to ask. I said Where is he...where did it happen? and she motioned to the NAD, conveniently across the street from where I lived. I ran up to the door and started banging as hard as I could. I didnt know the code and couldnt get in and I didnt give a fuck that it was 4 am. Someone opened the door confused; they were still cleaning up from the party. I ran down to the basement and burst in the door. Some guys were on that couch! They didnt realize that they were sitting on a crime scene! I said "Move.." and flipped the cushion over. They were startled. I called Safety and Security and a female officer showed up within minutes. She came in and saw the cushion and we headed to the hospital where we spent the day doing a rape kit and checking her out. She got medicine for all of the STDs and got some cream for the rips and tears in her private area and for the bleeding. I feel like a horrible friend because I was zoning in and out at the hospital- I had been drinking pretty heavily that night as well- but I was doing my best to be there for her. We were there so long...until like 11 the next morning.
I regret the whole fucking thing but I definitely regret flipping the couch cushion over in front of those NAD guys. They figured it out and got him off campus and home to Maryland or wherever the fuck he was from....He wasn't a student...just some idiot up there for a party weekend...
I wish I had opened the door. Even if I had killed him and was rotting in jail for my crime...it would have been worth it.
If you're reading this, I'm sorry...call/e-mail me! I miss you...
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When I was in college... a close friend of mine was raped. It was a horrible situation and it still haunts me as I’m sure it does her. I have these dreams...they will come out of nowhere…I’ll have had a happy day and be on my way to bed and then the next morning I’m so tired and stressed and I have snippets of the dream playback in my mind. Oh I had that dream again.
There’s so much guilt involved in this…sometimes I’m able to repress it and I can go months without thinking about it… It will always be with me though because there is so much regret and it was never officially closed in the manner that I would like. That and the fact that, had I been a better friend and more careful, the situation probably wouldn’t have happened. She was soooo drunk and was having a good time dancing in a pretty small party. About thirty minutes later, I realized she was gone and called her cell phone. Maybe she headed home to sleep it off I thought. I had this sinking feeling though and something told me to go and look for her.
The party was in what we called the NAD (Native American House on campus) and I had never been in there, so, although it was a small house, I didn't know what all of the rooms were. I made my way upstairs...peeking in open doorways...listening at doors. I heard nothing. I headed downstairs; there was a door that lead to a room that looked like the storage room in my own building so I assumed it was locked. If only I had opened that door...
My dreams of this situation haunt me; I wake up with tears streaming down my face and in actual physical and emotional distress. If I had just opened that fucking door I could have saved her!!! After I wake up, I force myself to think the situation through, to imagine what I would have done to this asshole if I had walked in. She had been dancing with him all night and had snuck out of the party to make out with him. She told him from the jump that she didnt want to have sex and when things started progressing, she tried to leave the situation. He was able to hold her there and do his dirt. If I had walked into the door, I would have killed him. Maybe its a good thing I didn't because there's no way I could have controlled my rage. I see myself picking up a broom or some object and swinging it baseball style across the side of his head. Or tackling him and wailing on him with my fists- releasing all the anger I had from my own similar situation. I'm so angry- why couldnt I have just opened the fucking door?
She told me that it hurt so badly that she blacked in and out of it but awoke to him getting dressed. He was telling her that it wasn't rape because she agreed to it and that she should stop crying. He gave her his cell phone number...he actually put it in the phone for her... See, he said, if I raped you...why would I give you my number? Dumb ass. He then left the room. She sat there crying for a bit...staring at the ruined couch cushions. Looking back, there was sooo much blood. She then flipped the cushion over and came to find me. I had already headed home and was talking with my friends when she called me. The moment I heard her voice, I knew something was wrong. I ran out of the room, probably scaring the shit out of my friends, and ran to her. She was at the entrance to our building but couldn’t get in. Blood on her pants. I knew...there was no need to ask. I said Where is he...where did it happen? and she motioned to the NAD, conveniently across the street from where I lived. I ran up to the door and started banging as hard as I could. I didnt know the code and couldnt get in and I didnt give a fuck that it was 4 am. Someone opened the door confused; they were still cleaning up from the party. I ran down to the basement and burst in the door. Some guys were on that couch! They didnt realize that they were sitting on a crime scene! I said "Move.." and flipped the cushion over. They were startled. I called Safety and Security and a female officer showed up within minutes. She came in and saw the cushion and we headed to the hospital where we spent the day doing a rape kit and checking her out. She got medicine for all of the STDs and got some cream for the rips and tears in her private area and for the bleeding. I feel like a horrible friend because I was zoning in and out at the hospital- I had been drinking pretty heavily that night as well- but I was doing my best to be there for her. We were there so long...until like 11 the next morning.
I regret the whole fucking thing but I definitely regret flipping the couch cushion over in front of those NAD guys. They figured it out and got him off campus and home to Maryland or wherever the fuck he was from....He wasn't a student...just some idiot up there for a party weekend...
I wish I had opened the door. Even if I had killed him and was rotting in jail for my crime...it would have been worth it.
If you're reading this, I'm sorry...call/e-mail me! I miss you...
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Sunday, July 19, 2009
*Highlights* - Sex. Real Talk.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
Health class would have been more engaging if they had this vid in high school
Sex Ed. R. Kelly style
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Health class would have been more engaging if they had this vid in high school
Sex Ed. R. Kelly style
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*Highlights*- MMM Sprite!!!
Why is America so prude on their commercials....this is hilarious! Granted...I dont want Sprite now...
5/5 For...Swallowing?
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Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Sinnin or Winnin?
Officially putting myself back on the market as of today.
I’m tired of being single! It was fun while it lasted, but I was lying to myself!! I told myself… Southern…you like being single. You like having “options” and being able to just do "whatever" whenever. The problem was…I didn’t do “whatever” because I didn’t feel comfortable doing that while not in a relationship. Isnt that something?
Vegas was a real eye opener. Firstly, as I always do, I told myself I was going to have a great time. You’re going to meet some hot (and nice) guy and hang out, make a real connection, and maybe hook up. Now…here’s the real me. I don’t hook up with random guys- I’ve got too many body concerns and I’m afraid of STD’s. I don’t trust anyone with my life. Even when I’m BLACKOUT drunk…I still have the common sense not to go wandering off with some random guy.
Well…as I stated before…Vegas was an eye opener. I had told myself that I wouldn’t risk my life for the sake of fun and that, as long as I was cautious with who I spent my time with, I’d be fine. I’d have my brothers and a friend nearby so I’d definitely always be safe. The very first night…I ended up in a club by myself lol. I was ditched…probably for strippers or something like that... Worst part? I didn’t care! I wanted to be alone- maybe meet a guy- maybe go back to his room. ITS FUCKIN VEGAS! So here I am at the bar buying myself a shot when a guy comes up and pays for it for me. Cool…I’m thinking….this is a good start. I wander around the club dancing with this guy for a bit and then, of course, I have to pee. It takes me about 30 minutes to even GET TO the bathroom and then I wait in line for like 20 and when I finally come out…I can’t find that guy. Its way too crowded to try and wander around looking for him so I again just get on the dance floor and dance. I’m pleasantly tipsy by this point and I just don’t give a damn. I headed to the bar again on a lame song and decide to get a mixed drink instead of a shot. Another guy buys it and as we drink, we get to talking. Enjoying our convo (can’t tell you for the life of me what it was about now…lol) we head to the back of the club where there are booths to sit in. It was slightly awkward because his friends would appear every so often and gesture and make those goofy “OOOO You’re going to get some” faces and noises that they think girls are too stupid to know about. I’m tired so I tell him that I’m ready to go. As we near Harrah’s (where I stayed)…he smiles and says that this is also his hotel. Opportunity? Is that you? I opt out of doing anything this night…though I did insinuate that maaaaaaybe something could happen. We make a lunch and dinner date for the next day and I go to my room. Night 1 was fun!
I guess I’ll spoil it for you guys- I DID NOT HAVE SEX WITH THIS GUY!!! Lol! I could have…but I didn’t want to. I just didn’t feel right about it. The next day was the same guy, same situation. Out drinking and dancing...blah blah blah. He was really drunk and I had been picking on him all night so, as we were leaving, I said I’ll walk you back to your room to make sure YOU make it home tonight. That is so OBVIOUS but I thought I’d gauge his reaction. This is as close as I had come to wanting to hook up in years so…why not? Um…HELL NO! We grabbed some food and headed to his room. By the time we got there… PUKING. This guy was SICK! We walked in the door and he started puking all over the place. I went into… “mother” mode or something. Took off his clothes…dragged him to the toilet…patted him on the back and got him water while he puked. When it finally slowed down…I flopped him in his bed on his side (so he wouldn’t choke) and I sat there waiting for his friends to come back. I waited for about an hour…then…realizing that they’d see him on his bed half naked and assume stuff…I left! Ruined it for me. I probably might have done something with this guy. Needless to say…we didn’t hang out the next day or anything like that. I know…its not his fault…but I saw him half naked (didn’t want him to puke on his clothes) with upchuck all over him. Not a good vision.
The next day I went clubbing sans brothers and decided to get fucked up and find a new guy to chit chat with and have fun! I spent the night dancing with some random guy the entire night. We kept running to the bar and buying shots or drinks and got sooooo messed up that we couldn’t find the beat if we wanted to. THAT was fun. There was no one else there but me and him. Realizing that I might do something bad though…I parted ways and headed home. ANTICLIMATIC? I know!!! I’m so dumb sometimes!
Anyway…I’m gonna snag a man here in Atlanta. I’m tired of being single! Updates on that soon!
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I’m tired of being single! It was fun while it lasted, but I was lying to myself!! I told myself… Southern…you like being single. You like having “options” and being able to just do "whatever" whenever. The problem was…I didn’t do “whatever” because I didn’t feel comfortable doing that while not in a relationship. Isnt that something?
Vegas was a real eye opener. Firstly, as I always do, I told myself I was going to have a great time. You’re going to meet some hot (and nice) guy and hang out, make a real connection, and maybe hook up. Now…here’s the real me. I don’t hook up with random guys- I’ve got too many body concerns and I’m afraid of STD’s. I don’t trust anyone with my life. Even when I’m BLACKOUT drunk…I still have the common sense not to go wandering off with some random guy.
Well…as I stated before…Vegas was an eye opener. I had told myself that I wouldn’t risk my life for the sake of fun and that, as long as I was cautious with who I spent my time with, I’d be fine. I’d have my brothers and a friend nearby so I’d definitely always be safe. The very first night…I ended up in a club by myself lol. I was ditched…probably for strippers or something like that... Worst part? I didn’t care! I wanted to be alone- maybe meet a guy- maybe go back to his room. ITS FUCKIN VEGAS! So here I am at the bar buying myself a shot when a guy comes up and pays for it for me. Cool…I’m thinking….this is a good start. I wander around the club dancing with this guy for a bit and then, of course, I have to pee. It takes me about 30 minutes to even GET TO the bathroom and then I wait in line for like 20 and when I finally come out…I can’t find that guy. Its way too crowded to try and wander around looking for him so I again just get on the dance floor and dance. I’m pleasantly tipsy by this point and I just don’t give a damn. I headed to the bar again on a lame song and decide to get a mixed drink instead of a shot. Another guy buys it and as we drink, we get to talking. Enjoying our convo (can’t tell you for the life of me what it was about now…lol) we head to the back of the club where there are booths to sit in. It was slightly awkward because his friends would appear every so often and gesture and make those goofy “OOOO You’re going to get some” faces and noises that they think girls are too stupid to know about. I’m tired so I tell him that I’m ready to go. As we near Harrah’s (where I stayed)…he smiles and says that this is also his hotel. Opportunity? Is that you? I opt out of doing anything this night…though I did insinuate that maaaaaaybe something could happen. We make a lunch and dinner date for the next day and I go to my room. Night 1 was fun!
I guess I’ll spoil it for you guys- I DID NOT HAVE SEX WITH THIS GUY!!! Lol! I could have…but I didn’t want to. I just didn’t feel right about it. The next day was the same guy, same situation. Out drinking and dancing...blah blah blah. He was really drunk and I had been picking on him all night so, as we were leaving, I said I’ll walk you back to your room to make sure YOU make it home tonight. That is so OBVIOUS but I thought I’d gauge his reaction. This is as close as I had come to wanting to hook up in years so…why not? Um…HELL NO! We grabbed some food and headed to his room. By the time we got there… PUKING. This guy was SICK! We walked in the door and he started puking all over the place. I went into… “mother” mode or something. Took off his clothes…dragged him to the toilet…patted him on the back and got him water while he puked. When it finally slowed down…I flopped him in his bed on his side (so he wouldn’t choke) and I sat there waiting for his friends to come back. I waited for about an hour…then…realizing that they’d see him on his bed half naked and assume stuff…I left! Ruined it for me. I probably might have done something with this guy. Needless to say…we didn’t hang out the next day or anything like that. I know…its not his fault…but I saw him half naked (didn’t want him to puke on his clothes) with upchuck all over him. Not a good vision.
The next day I went clubbing sans brothers and decided to get fucked up and find a new guy to chit chat with and have fun! I spent the night dancing with some random guy the entire night. We kept running to the bar and buying shots or drinks and got sooooo messed up that we couldn’t find the beat if we wanted to. THAT was fun. There was no one else there but me and him. Realizing that I might do something bad though…I parted ways and headed home. ANTICLIMATIC? I know!!! I’m so dumb sometimes!
Anyway…I’m gonna snag a man here in Atlanta. I’m tired of being single! Updates on that soon!
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Sunday, July 12, 2009
*Highlights* Hung!
New Favorite SHOW!!!!
While this may seem odd...last week, my family and I happened to catch the first episode of this show and we love it. The premise: A high school basketball coach who is VERY down on his luck realizes he needs to do something to get more money. He turns to...well...marketing his best feature: his penis. Hilarity ensues...
5/5 for LARGE PENISES!
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Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Mr. McNair
R.I.P Steve McNair
Take no Prisoners POV? That's Me!
So it should come as no surprise to you that I am often disappointed with the coverage (and sympathy) given to athletes and celebrities. No one has the balls to ask the real questions? Come on....! Yesterday I was reading different articles...trying to get an idea of what actually happened...before I made my judgment. I came across an article: http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/story/9777174/Don't-be-so-quick-to-make-McNair-a-hero which just made so much sense and came from the same viewpoint I was coming from. What's this?! A journalist with balls that gets to the root? Wow! Journalists often leave the big boys (athletes and handsome actors) alone, standing by the "they're men...its what they do" view. This guy...none of that.
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The article linked above is written by Jason Whitlock, a FOXSports.com Columnist and details his views on the McNair situation- the possible murder-suicide. Below is my reaction.
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When I heard the news of McNair's death...my initial reaction was (as you can probably guess) unsympathetic to say the least. I started with the usual "Oh no...how did it happen?" but mine was more like "Oh no......how did it....who or what was he doing?". I have no pity for these rich athletes (ask me about Michael Vick sometime...) who "make mistakes". Athletes get the world handed to them (and oh do they take...and take) and get away with...well...murder. I was not surprised to find out that he was killed doing something he should NOT have been doing. It IS a loss...I'm not a total heartless bitch...but I feel more for his family and friends...and fans. You should have kept it in your pants and at home with your wife McNair...(no matter what possible agreement you and your wife may or may not have had).
As for the girl...she disgusts me as well...though I can’t say that if the opportunity presented itself (that of a rich NFL'er) that I wouldn’t do the same. I do have morals...I do not date or talk to married men or even men with girlfriends (though when I was 16 I did engage in a relationship with a guy who had a girlfriend...it still haunts me). I do not sleep with men simply because of their status or money...or the gifts that they are able to lavish upon me. But I cannot sit here and say that I would turn down a millionaire...the opportunity has never presented itself...so I cant be 100% sure. My anger and annoyance is not just directed towards McNair...but an opportunist is an opportunist is an opportunist. I sit and look at my bills and sometimes think that some NFL person could write one check and my problems would be solved and it would be no skin off of their back. Eh...bastards.
As for the kids, as the author of the article mentions, they are really the ones who are losing and I have to agree. I hope that they had no idea that their father was sleazy...and yet...I hope that they did so that the shock and scandal surrounding this will hurt them less. He is being championed as this wonderful and amazing guy (and maybe he was...) but all I can see is a man who was killed in his veritable "love shack" possibly by his "jump-off" as she is so affectionately termed in the article. I, like Mr. Whitlock, just want the cloudiness surrounding his legacy and his untimely end to be cleared. Yes...he was an amazing footballer, and yes, he did a lot for his community but, much like Whitlock, I am more interested in the family legacy he left behind; the roots of our society start in our families. Was he a good father? Possibly, though, he obviously had begun to slack on his time at home (not the love den…HOME!). Was he a good husband (and, therefore, role model)? Eh...no... Even if there is some sort of a marital agreement (how could his wife not QUESTION the many absences…the bills for another car and apartment…) of infidelity...I personally would not act on it. You have dedicated yourself 100% to your significant other and your children and family. If you cannot do that...you deserve to be alone, not sneaking off with some young girl...
When will guys learn to keep it in their pants??? I'm going to be vulgar...a hole is a hole...it may be tighter for a few years but eventually it will get just as used and then you will have nothing but some girl there for your money. Stick with what you got...
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Friday, June 19, 2009
Not Quite the 40 y.o. Virgin
Cut to the chase - I'm still a virgin. Guess what? I don't have a problem with that or any intention of losing my virginity anytime soon.
Let's first clarify one thing - I, like you, am a sexual entity. I too get "urges" and ...really horny at random times, but I've drawn two conclusions:
1. I have a lower libido than most
2. I have a ridiculous amount of self-control (I know this is true...just curious about the 1st conclusion)
At 20+ years of age, I still haven't had ANY sexual experiences with another. I've had my fair share of offers and VERY close calls, but in all situations my mind proved stronger than my body, and I pushed the breaks hard and fast. I'm just a different kind of guy, and I embrace this.
I've always been more attracted to one's psyche than physicality. Sure, I can get turned on by a really hot person, but I am MOST attracted when I am intrigued by and enamored with someone's personality and character. A genuinely good/deep/fun person has more power over me than the hottest chick in the universe. I put little value in the physical because, as we all know, it WILL CHANGE over time and is ONLY SKIN DEEP. Think about standing outside a beautifully landscaped/constructed house and stepping inside to find lopsided rooms, leaky pipes, mildew on the walls, and corroded floors. Now consider a humble looking home that within contains the most lavish, eclectic, charming layout and mix of items (oh, and the windows are numerous and crystal clear). I don't know about you, but I'm choosing the house with the humble exterior.
In fact, all remotely intelligent home buyers check out the interior of a house before making any major investment. I (will) take the same approach in making decisions about sex.
Sex is a MAJOR INVESTMENT to me. There are emotional connections formed that never break. There are also insane risks including pregnancy, STI's, and AIDS. Combine that with my Christian upbringing and innate understanding of morality and you may grasp why I'm still a virgin.
When I do have sex, I want it to be with someone I trust, admire, feel a physical attraction towards, and respect. Call me picky, but one's physical alone just isn't great enough to make me take the risk.
I've survived thus far without having sex and, as I haven't tasted of "that fruit" yet, I honestly feel I could live my entire life contently without it. Believe it or Not, Ripley, but it's my truth. What's yours?
Read these lyrics from India Arie's song, "Part of my life:"
Oh it's easy to find someone to play with
and almost anyone will do to fill your idle time
but that very special someone
you can share all your dreams with is so hard to find
And it used to be like me to settle for the physical
but these days it ain't too easy to make up my mind
cause apparently your body is just too temporary to take up my precious time
See I've got to know that
that I can be free with you and
you've got to show that
that you're worthy of my time
can you stimulate my mind?
And I know that it looks good,
but can you be a part of my life
and I'm sure that it feels good
but can you be a part of my life
and it probably even tastes good
but can you be a part of my life
I've got to know
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Almost a Woman
15 (almost 16)
That's when I lost it. When I was younger…I was pretty hard on myself. I figured I’d never get married or be in love…who could love me? I felt ugly, too skinny (definitely not a problem now!), and just overall…I didn’t see much potential in myself. Thus…I didn’t value myself and my gifts; my virginity was not something I held in high accord nor cared about.
In fact, when I moved to Georgia, I thought even less of it. My middle school was a hotbed for horny kids. Once…in my science class (by far the horniest class I had) these two kids ran to the back before the teacher was in class. We had 5 rows of normal desks and then in the back back of the classroom, there were the taller lab desks (5 rows again). These two kids had SEX back there without the teacher realizing. Kids were always getting caught in bathrooms and closets…just disgusting. Well…I remember stating matter-of-factly to some friends that I had not ever had sex or done anything. The next day…guys that I had NEVER spoken to were in my face flirting/asking me to be their girlfriend. I liked the attention at first…until I realized why. Rumors of my virginity up for grabs… It got to the point of harassment. This one guy would try to rub up my legs in my EIGHTH GRADE science class. It made me so uncomfortable. No matter how many times I said stop or slapped his hands…there they were trying to creep up my thighs. Yuck. I started to hate being a virgin…it was like a scarlet letter. Here I am…pure and innocent…and I’M the outsider…what the hell?!
So two years later...I’m back in North Carolina (living with dad again) and have been dating this guy for awhile. I didn’t like him…at all really…he was just the best friend of my best friends’ boyfriend. Convenience. They were older than us…so we had rides and access to alcohol (beer’s nasty…lol) so we kept them around. Plus...how cool is it to brag about having a boyfriend that's not in high school when you're 15 (now that I look back...ew...)? He started pressuring me shortly into the relationship. Ugh I thought…here we go again. I have to admit…I was curious about sex. I had not discovered masturbating yet (though it would have saved me a lot of trouble…). I had not watched porn yet. So I definitely wanted to see what was up- what all those kids in Georgia were so hyped about. After a year of him bugging me I literally said fuck it and gave it up. It was TERRIBLE lol. I watched t.v. during it. He was just…lame. I’m not sure he really took my virginity at all but, whatever. And YES we used protection.
Though it was a dumb and stupid reason to lose it…I don’t regret losing it at that time or anything like that. I didn’t cry or mark the day in my diary. I didn’t throw a parade. It didn’t (and still doesn’t) mean anything to me. I’m still skeptical about being in love (its more pain than its worth) and I still don’t value the little things (1 month anniversary…place we met etc etc). I’m just not that kind of girl. If I could do it all over again…would I do it the same? Nah…there was this much better guy later on down the road.
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That's when I lost it. When I was younger…I was pretty hard on myself. I figured I’d never get married or be in love…who could love me? I felt ugly, too skinny (definitely not a problem now!), and just overall…I didn’t see much potential in myself. Thus…I didn’t value myself and my gifts; my virginity was not something I held in high accord nor cared about.
In fact, when I moved to Georgia, I thought even less of it. My middle school was a hotbed for horny kids. Once…in my science class (by far the horniest class I had) these two kids ran to the back before the teacher was in class. We had 5 rows of normal desks and then in the back back of the classroom, there were the taller lab desks (5 rows again). These two kids had SEX back there without the teacher realizing. Kids were always getting caught in bathrooms and closets…just disgusting. Well…I remember stating matter-of-factly to some friends that I had not ever had sex or done anything. The next day…guys that I had NEVER spoken to were in my face flirting/asking me to be their girlfriend. I liked the attention at first…until I realized why. Rumors of my virginity up for grabs… It got to the point of harassment. This one guy would try to rub up my legs in my EIGHTH GRADE science class. It made me so uncomfortable. No matter how many times I said stop or slapped his hands…there they were trying to creep up my thighs. Yuck. I started to hate being a virgin…it was like a scarlet letter. Here I am…pure and innocent…and I’M the outsider…what the hell?!
So two years later...I’m back in North Carolina (living with dad again) and have been dating this guy for awhile. I didn’t like him…at all really…he was just the best friend of my best friends’ boyfriend. Convenience. They were older than us…so we had rides and access to alcohol (beer’s nasty…lol) so we kept them around. Plus...how cool is it to brag about having a boyfriend that's not in high school when you're 15 (now that I look back...ew...)? He started pressuring me shortly into the relationship. Ugh I thought…here we go again. I have to admit…I was curious about sex. I had not discovered masturbating yet (though it would have saved me a lot of trouble…). I had not watched porn yet. So I definitely wanted to see what was up- what all those kids in Georgia were so hyped about. After a year of him bugging me I literally said fuck it and gave it up. It was TERRIBLE lol. I watched t.v. during it. He was just…lame. I’m not sure he really took my virginity at all but, whatever. And YES we used protection.
Though it was a dumb and stupid reason to lose it…I don’t regret losing it at that time or anything like that. I didn’t cry or mark the day in my diary. I didn’t throw a parade. It didn’t (and still doesn’t) mean anything to me. I’m still skeptical about being in love (its more pain than its worth) and I still don’t value the little things (1 month anniversary…place we met etc etc). I’m just not that kind of girl. If I could do it all over again…would I do it the same? Nah…there was this much better guy later on down the road.
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V Card - Intact...Enough
You can still make out my name on it. Cool.
What IS it with guys and obsessing over a girl's virginity? It's not even that special to ME. I don't fantasize about the first time with the man I love. I don't guard it with my life. I definitely don't think it's something SPECIAL you give away. It's not a GIFT. For those that think it's a gift?! Sorry, but no. A bloodied dick is not a gift.
I asked someone once "Why do guys keep asking me if I'm a virgin?" His answer was "Some virgins are just aloof." I think he meant aloof about the sex thing. In other words, I'm not THIRSTY. I'm not FIENDING to F. Don't get me wrong. I have my moments when I'm like OOO Shiet I wanna have some FUN. But I'm never starved or hungry for some meat.
What does my virginity mean to guys? Some might think of me as fresh meat. Some might think it's a conquest to take it from me (again, take what? smh). Some might just keep it moving because where's the fun in having sex with someone that's inexperienced? Some might not even care but the thought crossed their minds so they asked. (There goes that damn virgin vibe.) I'm sure there is a plethora of reactions and reasons to why they ask about it.
Fellas, let me know what a girl's virginity means to you and why you want to know.
Yea. 23. Virgin. Honestly. It doesn't matter to me. I'm sure sex is great. No, I'm not waiting until I get married. I already said I'm not looking for someone special to give my virginity to. It is what it is.
Three things that cross my mind when I think about sex:
1. STDs. I already told y'a how those things GROSS me the F out..and I'm not gonna catch a case of the babydaddy drama
2. A good friend of mine said "Think about who you lose it to. You only lose it once." I mean, yea. I don't particularly care about losing it. But I do care about who I have sex with.
3. I'm loyal to someone. Are we an item? No. I don't even know where we're at right now. But that's just the person I am. I am loyal to my friends and emotionally invested in them. My heart is in 100%. So no, I'm not finna go club and bang. None of that putting emotions on hold and then doing the "BONG! bop" (hop on, hop off) and going back to being me in the daytime.
It's not like I'm ugly. I got boobs. I got a booty. It's not like I've never been approached about sex. But I don't do sex hook-ups. Especially not one-night stands. DEFINITELY not with someone who is already in a relationship. I don't play games. Too many guys just wanna play grown games and then act like a damn baby about it when I don't wanna play with them. I don't like that. Man up. Holla when you got your head right about who I am. I'm no ho. Don't treat me like one. Don't spit ya wack game and expect me to be impressed. BE REAL. That's wassup. Unfortuantely, that's rare. So my challenge to you men out there, be different.
I've done some stuff. But you know what? It's not satisfying when at the end of the night, it amounts to nothing. I get attached. So hookin' up. Not my thing. But I live and learn and move on. It's not a big deal. Broken heart. It's a fact of life. I lived through it and I'm a stronger person for it. No experience is without merit if you make it worthwhile to have gone through it.
I've made my choices. This is me. 23. Virgin. Nice to meet you.
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Saturday, June 13, 2009
STD Carriers, I discriminate so stay in hiding!
STDs are a BIG no-no in my book. My fear of contracting one is one of the reasons why some might call me a sexual prude.
Actually, I used to wonder what people with STDs looked like. Of course I know that STDs don't change your physical appearance...for the most part...but I've always been curious to see how the infections affect human behavior.
1. Do people with STDs dress more conservatively to cover up the "shame?"
2. Do they dress more raunchy to over-compensate for their "shame?"
3. Are they self-conscious and thus, a bit quieter or introverted?
4. Do STD carriers walk around without concern and ready for their next "hoo-rah?"
Whatever the answer, I know if I ever contracted an STD, even if it was treatable, I'd be devastated. There would be a noticeable hermit/self-esteem effect.
Of all the STDs, I fear Herpes the most & I don't care if it's simplex I or II! These days, with unprotected oral sex on the rise, it really doesn't matter which you have. Both simplexes can be passed to and from the mouth and genitals.
So, the minute I see a blister or red marks all around your lips, EXPECT a change in behavior. I'll still like you and be friends if you're a good person, but don't stare at my water bottle and then ask me for a sip. You're thirsty and you have herpes? Where's your bottle then? You know it's contagious, right?
My answer to your inquiry:
"No" or "I'll SAVE you some"
I still love you, though. I actually have a friend who contracted a treatable STD a few months ago. I'm happy for him that it was temporary because I wouldn't want him to go through the rest of his life with that insecurity. Also, I really didn't care because he's still a good person, and, honestly, I'm not ever having sex with him so why should I care.
Be well
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Friday, June 12, 2009
Scratch and Sniff
Trends via TrendHunter.com.
We talked about sex!
Now let's talk about the side effects... STI's:
First...some OH SO SEXY stats (taken from the American Social Health Association )
-More than half of all people will have an STD/STI at some point in their lifetime.
-The estimated total number of people living in the US with a viral STD/STI is over 65 million. Every year, there are at least 19 million new cases of STDs/STIs, some of which are curable.
-Each year, one in four teens contracts an STD/STI.
-One in two sexually active persons will contact an STD/STI by age 25.
-It is estimated that as many as one in five Americans have genital herpes, a lifelong (but manageable) infection, yet up to 90 percent of those with herpes are unaware they have it.
-With more than 50 million adults in the US with genital herpes and up to 1.6 million new infections each year, some estimates suggest that by 2025 up to 40% of all men and half of all women could be infected.
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WHAT THE HELL?! This is some scary SHIT. 65 Million people have them!!! By 2025 – 40% of the population could have herpes!!! WTF. Seriously people….we need to work on this. Use condoms ALL THE TIME. I don’t care if its your boyfriend of three years…and you trust him. USE A DAMN CONDOM. Get tested every 2 or 3 months! I have heard horror stories of women who get AIDs/Herpes from their husbands (and vica versa…equal opportunity diseases) and can’t understand why. All it takes is for them to cheat once and not tell you…and tada…shiny new gift.
I’m really scared…like …devastatingly scared. I haven’t had sex in YEARS (my friends won't believe it...but its true!) and I don’t plan on it because of all of the fear involved. You can protect yourself only so much. For instance…while researching the statistics above…I came across a board for people who have herpes (I googled Trojan STD Commercials) and they were outraged that some of these commercials stated that simply using a condom can prevent herpes. IT DOESN’T! WHAT THE HELL!? Herpes is transmitted through skin to skin contact. So…unless you’re using a full body condom…there’s a high chance your privates may still touch an infected area. Never having sex again…just gonna buy a vibrator or something…they don’t give you herpes!
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Uh...What is ALL THAT down there???
GROSS!!! One of the few times I'm NOT 110% proud to be a New Yorker. According to a study last year, more than 1 in 4 New Yorkers have HERPES. Not the innocent mouth one you get from kissing your parents and sharing a soda with your BFF. I mean the YUCKY one that pops up all over your junk. The ones that make your ish a Hot Zone with that ill burn.
Son. You nasty.
Scariest part of that study though, more than 80% of the people infected don't even know they have The Herps. This goes for a lot of other STIs, too, like HIV. Which is why I give every guy at the clubs the side eye. Do YOU have something?!
Son. You don't even KNOW you're nasty.
Like the father-in-law said in The Hangover,
"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Except herpes. That shit stays with you."
8th grade health class was really scary. First, that was when I learned exactly WHERE things are supposed to go to make a baby. (Yes, I didn't fully understand 'til 13. Much more innocent times then.) Second, the pictures the teacher showed us of gonorrhea, genital warts, etc. REALLY F'd me up in the head. That stuff was NASTY. I won't post those pics up here but holla at the links. (O geez. I almost threw up looking them up.) And folks, Crabs are actually pubic lice. If you have them, it means you are DIRTY.
Ok. So what do you do if people don't even know they have any STIs (sexually transmitted infections) until the symptoms start coming in?
CONDOMS, people. WRAP it up. THEN get down.
As appealing as raw doggin' it can be, I have to REALLY trust the person and I would have to be ready for that baby. Ain't love a person like that yet.
TRUST is more than being ok with hearing "O baby, I'm clean." I need to see the test results. Yes. PLEASE GET TESTED. Symptoms aren't always apparent so get tested regularly. And don't skimp when you go in. If you tryna ball, go for the works. Get the blood work done. Get ya swab on. This goes for all the gents AND the ladies. No one is immune.
People, condoms don't work 100% of the time. They break. Some jizz can jump the wall even if they don't break. So if you're not ready to infect someone with your seed or if you don't want to be infected with someone's seed, then take some extra precautions. NO. I do NOT mean double cap Jimmy. That makes the condom tear. I mean, use other methods of birth control in conjunction with a condom. Spermicide. The Pill. The Shot. The Patch. Get vaccinated. There are others as well.
For those of you think "O well I don't let them hit. I just go down on them." News to you: STIs don't stay down there. You can gonorrhea up your face. Genital warts can appear on your face, too, and pretty much anywhere else if that's where the infested genitals touched. Condoms. Dental Dams. Be safe, folks. Some things out there can really mess you up for life.
And if you find yourself with something, there is a sure fire thing that helps stop the spread. It's called the RESPONSIBILITY PILL. Take it. It means, call up people you messed around with and let them know that you have something and they should get tested, too. Difficult calls, I'm sure. But, it's the right thing to do.
Personal choice: I need to see RECENT STI test results before anyone can put it on me.
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Son. You nasty.
Scariest part of that study though, more than 80% of the people infected don't even know they have The Herps. This goes for a lot of other STIs, too, like HIV. Which is why I give every guy at the clubs the side eye. Do YOU have something?!
Son. You don't even KNOW you're nasty.
Like the father-in-law said in The Hangover,
"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Except herpes. That shit stays with you."
8th grade health class was really scary. First, that was when I learned exactly WHERE things are supposed to go to make a baby. (Yes, I didn't fully understand 'til 13. Much more innocent times then.) Second, the pictures the teacher showed us of gonorrhea, genital warts, etc. REALLY F'd me up in the head. That stuff was NASTY. I won't post those pics up here but holla at the links. (O geez. I almost threw up looking them up.) And folks, Crabs are actually pubic lice. If you have them, it means you are DIRTY.
Ok. So what do you do if people don't even know they have any STIs (sexually transmitted infections) until the symptoms start coming in?
CONDOMS, people. WRAP it up. THEN get down.
As appealing as raw doggin' it can be, I have to REALLY trust the person and I would have to be ready for that baby. Ain't love a person like that yet.
TRUST is more than being ok with hearing "O baby, I'm clean." I need to see the test results. Yes. PLEASE GET TESTED. Symptoms aren't always apparent so get tested regularly. And don't skimp when you go in. If you tryna ball, go for the works. Get the blood work done. Get ya swab on. This goes for all the gents AND the ladies. No one is immune.
People, condoms don't work 100% of the time. They break. Some jizz can jump the wall even if they don't break. So if you're not ready to infect someone with your seed or if you don't want to be infected with someone's seed, then take some extra precautions. NO. I do NOT mean double cap Jimmy. That makes the condom tear. I mean, use other methods of birth control in conjunction with a condom. Spermicide. The Pill. The Shot. The Patch. Get vaccinated. There are others as well.
For those of you think "O well I don't let them hit. I just go down on them." News to you: STIs don't stay down there. You can gonorrhea up your face. Genital warts can appear on your face, too, and pretty much anywhere else if that's where the infested genitals touched. Condoms. Dental Dams. Be safe, folks. Some things out there can really mess you up for life.
And if you find yourself with something, there is a sure fire thing that helps stop the spread. It's called the RESPONSIBILITY PILL. Take it. It means, call up people you messed around with and let them know that you have something and they should get tested, too. Difficult calls, I'm sure. But, it's the right thing to do.
Personal choice: I need to see RECENT STI test results before anyone can put it on me.
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Friday, June 5, 2009
But I Poop From There!
Ever since coming to this country, I've been engrossed in a culture where the motto might as well be younger, nuder and raunchier. Each news story breaks with younger and younger demographics pushing the envelope of sexuality. Children were having sex earlier and earlier and with greater and greater abandon. Nothing offended their sensibilities anymore.
This infuriated me because, as a teenager, I could never find these legendary nubile underaged whores. At my high school, all of the girls were mannish and spent their time after school splicing DNA rather than sucking off dudes behind the gym. To this day, I'm overwhelmed with bitterness and confusion at the hot cheerleader stereotype. Our cheerleaders didn't shave where they should, did shave where they shouldn't have to, and outweighed some of the smaller members of our football team.
These days, I don't really watch enough television to have a real opinion on sex and the media. The sitcoms that I do watch tend to reinforce the stereotypes that single people get laid every day and married people have sex once every three months. While I'm not entirely convinced of the veracity of that claim, my prenup will have a clause providing me the right to keep a coitus stunt double on retainer just in case.
P.S. It's Jessica Biel. Yea. I know. Me too.
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Confused and...Aroused?
We are two-faced…
First of all...I'd like to apologize for the lateness of my post. LONG ASS DAY AT WORK!!!!
Anyway...
When it comes to our society and sex…we’re hypocrites…tightasses…whatever you want to call it. We claim to be progressive, forward thinking, ever changing and evolving…but we don’t want any of the ramifications (if that’s what you want to call them) that come along with that. We’re APPALLED that we have such a high rate of teen pregnancy and that STD’s are running rampant…but then you turn on the t.v. and there’s nothing but boobs and innuendo. Even the news…every other story is some sex story- and you get the juicy deets too… they will read excerpts from court documents etc (or you can read them online!). Hell…sexual undertones have been in our cartoons for years (PePe LePew anyone? Damn rapist skunk!). I hear middle school kids telling about how so and so had sex with so and so… MIDDLE SCHOOLERS! We are a very sexual society after all….
On top of being horny bastards…we are also very news-hungry! The media likes to destroy our little perfect white picket fence facades with their daily stories of cheating spouses, rapists and molesters, and deviants. As much as we like our own personal privacy… we are CONSUMED by news of who is sleeping/cheating with who and how kinky our favorite celebrities, politicians, and religious figures are (admit it…you are!). Face it…reading these gossip magazines makes you feel so much better about yourself...LeAnn Rimes is cheating on her husband with a co-worker! Ha! Rich people do it too!
Rhianna is a freak in the bedroom! Woo!!! I feel better about my own kinks!!!
I mean...we eat up nude pics and sex tapes(Lookin’ at you Cassie…[above...]) so much so that they’re not even scandals anymore! Look at poor old Edisen Chen (below...). He took some “scandalous” pics with female celebrities, etc and he’s being banned/forced to quit acting... Um…doesn’t that happen at least once a week here? Nude pics always surface right before a new concert/movie/c.d. and NOTHING happens. Had he been an established actor here in the good ol’ U.S….his stock would go up! He’d get a reality show…and probably a few more movies….
On one hand the media is telling us that being promiscuous is bad (mainly for women…men can dabble here and there- Hi atheletes!) but then they’re like LOOK. SEX SCANDAL OF SO AND SO. And we’re drawn back in… Sitting here trying to define our society’s views on sex… I cant…
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First of all...I'd like to apologize for the lateness of my post. LONG ASS DAY AT WORK!!!!
Anyway...
When it comes to our society and sex…we’re hypocrites…tightasses…whatever you want to call it. We claim to be progressive, forward thinking, ever changing and evolving…but we don’t want any of the ramifications (if that’s what you want to call them) that come along with that. We’re APPALLED that we have such a high rate of teen pregnancy and that STD’s are running rampant…but then you turn on the t.v. and there’s nothing but boobs and innuendo. Even the news…every other story is some sex story- and you get the juicy deets too… they will read excerpts from court documents etc (or you can read them online!). Hell…sexual undertones have been in our cartoons for years (PePe LePew anyone? Damn rapist skunk!). I hear middle school kids telling about how so and so had sex with so and so… MIDDLE SCHOOLERS! We are a very sexual society after all….
On top of being horny bastards…we are also very news-hungry! The media likes to destroy our little perfect white picket fence facades with their daily stories of cheating spouses, rapists and molesters, and deviants. As much as we like our own personal privacy… we are CONSUMED by news of who is sleeping/cheating with who and how kinky our favorite celebrities, politicians, and religious figures are (admit it…you are!). Face it…reading these gossip magazines makes you feel so much better about yourself...LeAnn Rimes is cheating on her husband with a co-worker! Ha! Rich people do it too!
Rhianna is a freak in the bedroom! Woo!!! I feel better about my own kinks!!!
I mean...we eat up nude pics and sex tapes(Lookin’ at you Cassie…[above...]) so much so that they’re not even scandals anymore! Look at poor old Edisen Chen (below...). He took some “scandalous” pics with female celebrities, etc and he’s being banned/forced to quit acting... Um…doesn’t that happen at least once a week here? Nude pics always surface right before a new concert/movie/c.d. and NOTHING happens. Had he been an established actor here in the good ol’ U.S….his stock would go up! He’d get a reality show…and probably a few more movies….
On one hand the media is telling us that being promiscuous is bad (mainly for women…men can dabble here and there- Hi atheletes!) but then they’re like LOOK. SEX SCANDAL OF SO AND SO. And we’re drawn back in… Sitting here trying to define our society’s views on sex… I cant…
America's Sexual Shame Blame Game
The media and the rise of a "liberated" American sex culture are definitely related. Anyone who has been alive for more than 15 years has surely noticed the declining censorship of web, television, and music content. With that, Americans of all ages have grown accustomed to having sexual material accessible with just the click of the mouse, press of a button, or changing of the station.
I don't necessarily "blame" the media for promulgating a social ill, because sex in and of itself is not bad. Moreover, the media is only the conduit through which ideas travel. Clearly, if we are upset that the entertainment content in our nation has become more explicit, we must realize that content begins with the people and succeeds or fails based on public reception. Our nation apparently gravitated towards and continues to enjoy sexually explicit material; the media is only reflecting the interests of the masses in embracing and sharing our emerging sex culture.
This issue is perhaps most interesting because although we are becoming more liberal and open in our views on sex, our society still seems sexually repressed and almost perverted in comparison to many European nations.
Whereas in Europe sex is seen as a beautiful and natural act of life, America's sexual liberalization seems geared towards spreading a careless, hedonistic, health-unconscious, and selfish attitude on sex. Sensuality, the emotional connection, and ramifications of "free love" are largely ignored by media outlets, and our once repressed culture is jumping to the dangerous opposite extreme of being harmfully exhibitionistic.
We've all had conversations with friends about how today's 5 year olds are talking about sex and cursing instead of watching Saturday morning cartoons. We've seen the Dateline specials on Online Sexual Predators and Pedophiles. We've read the reports of school teachers statutorily raping students. You probably also know individuals wasting hours of their life away on Internet porn sites like Xtube.
America's sexual identity is changing. The media bares some "responsibility" because it is enabling and broadcasting the evolution. Nevertheless, society changes ONLY because the people's thoughts and values change. Thus, any attempt to reroute the American sexual revolution would have to start with altering the very way people view/want to view sex. The media does not hold the brunt of the blame, we do. When we want to change, we eventually will.
Be well,
*The video above is a recent news story on Desmond Hatchett, a 29 year old father of 21 children
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I don't necessarily "blame" the media for promulgating a social ill, because sex in and of itself is not bad. Moreover, the media is only the conduit through which ideas travel. Clearly, if we are upset that the entertainment content in our nation has become more explicit, we must realize that content begins with the people and succeeds or fails based on public reception. Our nation apparently gravitated towards and continues to enjoy sexually explicit material; the media is only reflecting the interests of the masses in embracing and sharing our emerging sex culture.
This issue is perhaps most interesting because although we are becoming more liberal and open in our views on sex, our society still seems sexually repressed and almost perverted in comparison to many European nations.
Whereas in Europe sex is seen as a beautiful and natural act of life, America's sexual liberalization seems geared towards spreading a careless, hedonistic, health-unconscious, and selfish attitude on sex. Sensuality, the emotional connection, and ramifications of "free love" are largely ignored by media outlets, and our once repressed culture is jumping to the dangerous opposite extreme of being harmfully exhibitionistic.
We've all had conversations with friends about how today's 5 year olds are talking about sex and cursing instead of watching Saturday morning cartoons. We've seen the Dateline specials on Online Sexual Predators and Pedophiles. We've read the reports of school teachers statutorily raping students. You probably also know individuals wasting hours of their life away on Internet porn sites like Xtube.
America's sexual identity is changing. The media bares some "responsibility" because it is enabling and broadcasting the evolution. Nevertheless, society changes ONLY because the people's thoughts and values change. Thus, any attempt to reroute the American sexual revolution would have to start with altering the very way people view/want to view sex. The media does not hold the brunt of the blame, we do. When we want to change, we eventually will.
Be well,
*The video above is a recent news story on Desmond Hatchett, a 29 year old father of 21 children
Read more...
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