Interesting how I just got done reading Basketball Jones and I stumble across this interview by former NBA baller John Amaechi, promoting his book Man in the Middle. On the strength of the way John articulates and carried himself. I guess I've got my next book to read!
Thursday, 17 June 2010
So this freestyle is supposed to be Bow-Wow
According to Bossip, the video below is supposed to have been hacked from Bow Wow's email.
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
There Is Ignorance... then there is just plain stupidity
Peep this lobbiest group in Uganda. I have no words for this right now.
Book Review: Basketball Jones
So I've just got through reading Basketball Jones by E. Lynn Harris. Story is basically about two guys in love, but one being on the DL and in the Public Eye. My opinion? Definitely a must read. A lot of the themes discussed are ones a lot of people can relate to, but for me the one theme that rang in my head through was naivety and what it can do.
7/10
Friday, 11 June 2010
Man of the Week: Nicolas Anelka
Man of the Week goes to French Footballer Nicolas Anelka. Black, French and a sexy mutha... what more could you ask for?
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
So I nearly died today...
Today I had a near death experience! I was on a pedestrian crossing in Acton and a bus driver was coming towards me; his eyes were not on the road. If I hadn't reacted, a millisecond later I would have been dragged under the bus and for me it would been curtains.
Just makes you think how precious life is and how you need to live life like its golden on a real tip.
Tuesday, 8 June 2010
Khia get's her fucking props for this!!!!
Check Khia out on ABC news promoting her new track 'Been A Badgirl'. Though I can't say I'm a big fan of Femcees, she gets props because she is the underdog in the world of Nikki's, Kim's, Remy's and Foxys and her PR team are going a great job. I've always got love for the underdogs! Personality came through as well showing she can leave the hood at home when the camera start rolling. LOL
Thoughts?
Thoughts?
"Nigger is the nicest name that i call him. I treat him like a piece of monkey-cunt"
I was looking for a picture to go with the previous post and I stumbled across this comment in response to sexual role play in interacial relationships on another blog:
"my partner and i "race-play" all the time...in the bedroom! i am white, and he is black. we love and respect each other. but in the bedroom, i am his massa, and he is my nigger! he is a passive person, and i am very aggressive. the roles fit us perfectly. nigger is the nicest name that i call him. i treat him like a piece of monkey-cunt, and he responds. when i sodomize him, and orgasm, i call him such filthy names, that i end up kissing him and apologizing. he laughs, and says he likes being a whiteman's nigger. i could spend the rest of my life with this man!"
How fucked up in the head must the black guy in the relationship be? That is some straight self hating bullshit right there. Sex to me is one of the best natural highs with memories that stay on your mind. So why would you get turned on and get off with someone that deep down hates you, and inflicts extreme ignorance; racism in its purest form in my opinion. He is your massa? You are monkey-cunt to him? WTF! Talk about reaffirming stereotypes.
*Gets off soap box
How Does Reading This Make You Feel? Thoughts?
"my partner and i "race-play" all the time...in the bedroom! i am white, and he is black. we love and respect each other. but in the bedroom, i am his massa, and he is my nigger! he is a passive person, and i am very aggressive. the roles fit us perfectly. nigger is the nicest name that i call him. i treat him like a piece of monkey-cunt, and he responds. when i sodomize him, and orgasm, i call him such filthy names, that i end up kissing him and apologizing. he laughs, and says he likes being a whiteman's nigger. i could spend the rest of my life with this man!"
How fucked up in the head must the black guy in the relationship be? That is some straight self hating bullshit right there. Sex to me is one of the best natural highs with memories that stay on your mind. So why would you get turned on and get off with someone that deep down hates you, and inflicts extreme ignorance; racism in its purest form in my opinion. He is your massa? You are monkey-cunt to him? WTF! Talk about reaffirming stereotypes.
*Gets off soap box
How Does Reading This Make You Feel? Thoughts?
Why is it....
Why is it that when you are getting to know a new dude, they paint the picture of an angel, when really all dude had to do trust that I was confident enough to see past old ways?
Which brings me on to part 2 of the dude fucking with me and my friend. Read part 1 here.
So I was feeling like shit, firstly wondering why me and then second guessing myself even though the facts were as clear as day. I figured I'd straight up confront dude about it face to face, and look him in the eye whilst he was explaining his ass.
Fired off a text and got a response. 7pm KFC Marble Arch.
As I was walking up, I couldn't help wanting to go nuts and just inflicting blows to get the frustation out of my system that I'd allowed him to chip away and get my mind so open. 7.01pm I look in and see him standing by the KFC stairs leading upstairs.
"Wassup you good? Upstairs yeah" we dap. I explain I ain't hungry and he said the same. Once seated we got right into it.
Me: So when were you planning to show me that you were dealing with D?
Him: What? How did you... (At this point you could see in his eyes that the game was up) D is feeling me more than I am him and I don't know how to break it to him.
Me: So why would you drop the L(ove) word?
SILENCE
At this point I should have called it checkmate but this was the 1st time a bredda had fucked me over like he had and I had to see the inner workings on his mind so my response was:
Me: As far as me and you go were done on a sexual tip, but I don't mind continuing to get to know platonically.
Him: What? Even after knowing I'm still seeing your friend?
Me: Yup, I'm not a fan of drama so do you innit.
Him: Ok! So you haven't told him?
Me: Nope
To be continued...
Which brings me on to part 2 of the dude fucking with me and my friend. Read part 1 here.
So I was feeling like shit, firstly wondering why me and then second guessing myself even though the facts were as clear as day. I figured I'd straight up confront dude about it face to face, and look him in the eye whilst he was explaining his ass.
Fired off a text and got a response. 7pm KFC Marble Arch.
As I was walking up, I couldn't help wanting to go nuts and just inflicting blows to get the frustation out of my system that I'd allowed him to chip away and get my mind so open. 7.01pm I look in and see him standing by the KFC stairs leading upstairs.
"Wassup you good? Upstairs yeah" we dap. I explain I ain't hungry and he said the same. Once seated we got right into it.
Me: So when were you planning to show me that you were dealing with D?
Him: What? How did you... (At this point you could see in his eyes that the game was up) D is feeling me more than I am him and I don't know how to break it to him.
Me: So why would you drop the L(ove) word?
SILENCE
At this point I should have called it checkmate but this was the 1st time a bredda had fucked me over like he had and I had to see the inner workings on his mind so my response was:
Me: As far as me and you go were done on a sexual tip, but I don't mind continuing to get to know platonically.
Him: What? Even after knowing I'm still seeing your friend?
Me: Yup, I'm not a fan of drama so do you innit.
Him: Ok! So you haven't told him?
Me: Nope
To be continued...
Friday, 4 June 2010
Oh Damn... What a domestic!
Check this couple having a barney at the Petrol Station with the tranny mediating.
Comedy gold!
Comedy gold!
Text from a street guy
Summer season is in full swing and I am getting to know a few heads. The ideal right now would be something light. You know someone to chill, lock lips, and jam with.
I was chatting to one guy, on the phone last night. We ended on the note that he'd text me something to make me smile.
And this is what he sent me:
"Yo T I cnt weight 4 u to hav me up, gripping on to my waste and shit"
Will be interesting to see how this situation pans out. He may not be the smartest tool in the box but who am I to judge LOL?
I was chatting to one guy, on the phone last night. We ended on the note that he'd text me something to make me smile.
And this is what he sent me:
"Yo T I cnt weight 4 u to hav me up, gripping on to my waste and shit"
Will be interesting to see how this situation pans out. He may not be the smartest tool in the box but who am I to judge LOL?
Wednesday, 2 June 2010
I guess Ignorance is still alive and well in 2010
If you saw the shopping while black special that ABC did a while ago that this is the same but more an 'eating while gay' version.
Thoughts?
Thoughts?
Can someone explain this to me?
Peep this French AD for McDonalds. At what point does this AD make you want to go grab a meal?
The main problem in dealing with discreet men is....
The main problem in dealing with men is the LIES and Paranoia.
If you are black and discreet and attracted to discreet guys , then nine times out of ten you've had to lie and be evasive. In conversations with your friends who know nothing about you being discreet, the 'hims' on your journey become 'hers' in conversation to avoid bateing yourself up. The 'hims' in the phone book are renamed to 'hers' and the 'hims' are given an different number to friends you haven't grown up with. Worse still if you are living at home.
To guys you lie about the area that you live in, you give a fake name so you can't be bated up. You think that everyone who is 'on it' has an agenda to bate you up. You don't feel comfortable talking about what you've done with other people although you are turned on talking about what you like.
The adrenaline and fear of the shame of everyone knowing your business and the permanent shame in peoples eyes that you will never be able to shake, should you be outted is mixed with the excitement of knowing that you are chatting to someone who on an attraction level thinks like you after thinking so long that you are alone.
Also if you are dealing with guys and you've never had a job before working with lots of people of different ages, if a friend from the ends, school or family member was to see you with an 'on it' guy, they would ask you where you know him from and the guilt would show on your face.
The family members have to be fobbed off that you are too busy for a relationship and your movements have to be cloak and dagger.
Then there is the selection process: You message someone who think is cool online, get to know him through messages then you get the email address and move it on to msn / yahoo. If he is bang on trying to get your number from the get go then you know he is too out there. He gets deleted. He goes 'out' every once in a while... he get's deleted, he shows you pics and looks clockable, he get's deleted. He's over 25 he gets deleted. He get's kept if he can relate to being confused, around my age and more just looking for someone to talk to, and looks easy on the eye.
Then conversation get's taken to phone level. If he sounds to soft or like he is trying to be something he aint he gets locked off. If he is level headed and consistant after weeks of conversation then we can talk about a face to face conversation so we can see what each other's vibe is like.
You meet face to face and then you either click or you don't; if I have to carry the conversation, you are clockable or your looks in reality didn't meet the expectation. I'll make my excuses and leave.
Its almost like there is a underground group of guys that are attracted to guys but are disgusted with the way those examples of people who are out that they have come across carry themselves to the point that they do not want to be associated with them in any way shape or form.
The chemistry either on the day of the meet or an occasion following the meet boils over and you let the lust and attraction take over. After that its either a short lived cloak and dagger arrangement that works for the both of you, or he will get too clingy and his calls, voicemails and texts ignored.
Its a lifestyle designed to drive a man insane. This was once my mindset, but I've evolved since then.
If you are black and discreet and attracted to discreet guys , then nine times out of ten you've had to lie and be evasive. In conversations with your friends who know nothing about you being discreet, the 'hims' on your journey become 'hers' in conversation to avoid bateing yourself up. The 'hims' in the phone book are renamed to 'hers' and the 'hims' are given an different number to friends you haven't grown up with. Worse still if you are living at home.
To guys you lie about the area that you live in, you give a fake name so you can't be bated up. You think that everyone who is 'on it' has an agenda to bate you up. You don't feel comfortable talking about what you've done with other people although you are turned on talking about what you like.
The adrenaline and fear of the shame of everyone knowing your business and the permanent shame in peoples eyes that you will never be able to shake, should you be outted is mixed with the excitement of knowing that you are chatting to someone who on an attraction level thinks like you after thinking so long that you are alone.
Also if you are dealing with guys and you've never had a job before working with lots of people of different ages, if a friend from the ends, school or family member was to see you with an 'on it' guy, they would ask you where you know him from and the guilt would show on your face.
The family members have to be fobbed off that you are too busy for a relationship and your movements have to be cloak and dagger.
Then there is the selection process: You message someone who think is cool online, get to know him through messages then you get the email address and move it on to msn / yahoo. If he is bang on trying to get your number from the get go then you know he is too out there. He gets deleted. He goes 'out' every once in a while... he get's deleted, he shows you pics and looks clockable, he get's deleted. He's over 25 he gets deleted. He get's kept if he can relate to being confused, around my age and more just looking for someone to talk to, and looks easy on the eye.
Then conversation get's taken to phone level. If he sounds to soft or like he is trying to be something he aint he gets locked off. If he is level headed and consistant after weeks of conversation then we can talk about a face to face conversation so we can see what each other's vibe is like.
You meet face to face and then you either click or you don't; if I have to carry the conversation, you are clockable or your looks in reality didn't meet the expectation. I'll make my excuses and leave.
Its almost like there is a underground group of guys that are attracted to guys but are disgusted with the way those examples of people who are out that they have come across carry themselves to the point that they do not want to be associated with them in any way shape or form.
The chemistry either on the day of the meet or an occasion following the meet boils over and you let the lust and attraction take over. After that its either a short lived cloak and dagger arrangement that works for the both of you, or he will get too clingy and his calls, voicemails and texts ignored.
Its a lifestyle designed to drive a man insane. This was once my mindset, but I've evolved since then.
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