Change. That's wuzup.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Obama's Commercial
Man when Michelle talked about how he is with his daughters, I got a little misty. Yeah, I'mma sucka for familial love.
Sexual Chocolate...
That's the one I like. I love their music together but the sexy, chocolate one...that's the candy I'd like to taste. Two sexy lesbians...great music. What's not to love?
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
South Park: A Shamble in Action
So i just watched a South park episode called Tonsil Trouble and I am so through with them. In it, they find that the cure for AIDS is to inject yourself with large doses of money. Foolishness.
I totally get the idea of making fun of the fact that Magic, with all his money, has been living many years without a trace of the disease but claims to have not found a cure. But why must south Park be so ignorant???
I totally get the idea of making fun of the fact that Magic, with all his money, has been living many years without a trace of the disease but claims to have not found a cure. But why must south Park be so ignorant???
Jesus wept...
and so have I.
Occasionally I read something so moving, it forces me to write, pouring my emotions and thoughts on the page, spewing my realizations and growth for all to see. Seldom do I view something as beautiful and touching as this. When I hear this man say, “I lived through the Great Depression years,” I am touched, eager to learn more about him. What it was like to be a black man at that time. His regrets. His dreams, realized or not. I want to know what it really feels like to live all that time and know that soon your life will end.
When he speaks, my ears perk, my inner intellectual simmers down and my soul wants to feel his energy and drink from his fountain of wisdom. I want to ask him questions about what I should do at 25 that he did or didn’t do. I want him to teach me how to really be a lady in the purest sense of the word. Want to hear tales of his fortitude, anecdotes of his childhood. I want guidance. Yes. When I hear this man speak, I want his guidance so that I may live a prosperous life. So that I may find someone to be with for 69 years and love her the way he loves his late wife.
He speaks and I just want to listen. No comments of relation. No comparison of the times. I just want to hear this man speak and teach. I just want to learn. I will sit in silence while he thinks, relishing in his presence, forbidding myself the urge to fill it or the lack of sound to feel awkward. I just want to soak his thoughts up as he thinks them, open myself to pick up on his wave lengths.
I wish I knew this man for I think it would make me better woman. Better person. Simply better.
Barack 08
Occasionally I read something so moving, it forces me to write, pouring my emotions and thoughts on the page, spewing my realizations and growth for all to see. Seldom do I view something as beautiful and touching as this. When I hear this man say, “I lived through the Great Depression years,” I am touched, eager to learn more about him. What it was like to be a black man at that time. His regrets. His dreams, realized or not. I want to know what it really feels like to live all that time and know that soon your life will end.
When he speaks, my ears perk, my inner intellectual simmers down and my soul wants to feel his energy and drink from his fountain of wisdom. I want to ask him questions about what I should do at 25 that he did or didn’t do. I want him to teach me how to really be a lady in the purest sense of the word. Want to hear tales of his fortitude, anecdotes of his childhood. I want guidance. Yes. When I hear this man speak, I want his guidance so that I may live a prosperous life. So that I may find someone to be with for 69 years and love her the way he loves his late wife.
He speaks and I just want to listen. No comments of relation. No comparison of the times. I just want to hear this man speak and teach. I just want to learn. I will sit in silence while he thinks, relishing in his presence, forbidding myself the urge to fill it or the lack of sound to feel awkward. I just want to soak his thoughts up as he thinks them, open myself to pick up on his wave lengths.
I wish I knew this man for I think it would make me better woman. Better person. Simply better.
Barack 08
Can lesbians....
have girl crushes???
Meghan Goode at the Saw V premiere...which I heard was garbage by the way. But I still must view for myself.
Meghan Goode at the Saw V premiere...which I heard was garbage by the way. But I still must view for myself.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Can't Fall Outta of Something I'm Standing In
I wrote this in anger that stemmed from love. A deep kind of love that won’t easily be forgotten. Forgiven. Recreated or demonstrated by any other entangling of souls.
I present this out of love. In my anger I realized how much I want to be a better person to allow this love to grow. Continue. Never diminish. It was in my angriest moment that I realized the extent of my love.
I present this out of love. In my anger I realized how much I want to be a better person to allow this love to grow. Continue. Never diminish. It was in my angriest moment that I realized the extent of my love.
I think the worst thing about falling out of love with you is your resignment. Your relief. The nonchalant way you say you feel like a big pressure has been lifted from your shoulders. Like the end of us brought a better you.
My disappointment is palpable.
My tears ever-flowing.
I want nothing more than to be the green and purple light our WE used to be. I want everyone and everything to be jealous of us again. Even I envy my past self. She relished in a perpetual state of happiness with you. She indulged in your patience. Basked in the whimsical way your eyes penetrated hers, created lakes and rivers without a single cloud or dance.
Presently, you give feelings of wanting to be able to call me and statements involved with me not being uncomfortable to still visit your mom or granny because, to them, "you are still family." What about to you? Did I magically stop being your wife over this spat? What about the child I hope to nourish in my belly? Will he or she still be family, too?
"I just hope we can still be friends. I still want to be in your life." That’s what you said. You want to be in my life in some way. There was a time when you couldn’t imagine not BEING my fucking life and now you just want a tiny corner in it??? Forget-me-not type shit. Should I settle for this when what I want is right within my grasp? I just need you to help me reach it.
But that’s not the worst part.
No.
The worst thing about falling out of love with you is the casual way you say you’ve kinda fallen out of love with me, too.
The Power in Fatherhood
I love this scene not because of the little man's skills. Not his unbelievable accuracy or the precise way he executes each command.
I love this scene because there is a black man teaching his son a skill many men, black and white, do not possess today. He is teaching his son responsibility, perseverance, and love.
I love this scene because there is a black man teaching his son a skill many men, black and white, do not possess today. He is teaching his son responsibility, perseverance, and love.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Your Heart's Not Safe Here
Even though it's not that easy, I'm trying my hardest to be strong and leave this situation alone. Trying my damndest not to answer the calls, not to say the I love you's, not to yearn for her. But I do. I miss her and need her and am so disgusted by the thought of her at times I cant understand why I hate not waking up to her every morning.
Then you call and I'm confused because you are here and she is not. But I would rather her here than you...rather her annoy me than you make me laugh.
I guess it's just like that sometimes.
And even though I try to pretend, try to hide my longing for her, you can tell. I can see that. It hurts you and for that I'm sorry. Bad timing seems to be the story of my life.
Even though it's not that easy, you being here is making it harder. I don't want to push you away but I have to. If I don't do it now, you'll fall in love with me while I'm still in love with her. You don't want that for yourself. It's never a happy ending.
Then you call and I'm confused because you are here and she is not. But I would rather her here than you...rather her annoy me than you make me laugh.
I guess it's just like that sometimes.
And even though I try to pretend, try to hide my longing for her, you can tell. I can see that. It hurts you and for that I'm sorry. Bad timing seems to be the story of my life.
Even though it's not that easy, you being here is making it harder. I don't want to push you away but I have to. If I don't do it now, you'll fall in love with me while I'm still in love with her. You don't want that for yourself. It's never a happy ending.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
From a Downelink Blog Response.....
Meanwhile, you guys have to go to the actual site (click the title of the video at the end and you will be redirected there ....actual videos are down below) and read some of the viewers' comments, specifically the one that mentions "rabid white lesbian."
Classic.
People like that make me sick. They have their own faults, their own problems and yet they lay the responsibility on the shoulders of those that have nothing to do with what they are doing, i.e., me and my clit sucking entourage. Straight people and their problems do not affect me and my lesbian lifestyle so I’m pretty unclear of how I stop anyone from (a) being straight or (b) wanting to marry another straight person. Please believe, if it appeared that every person on this earth were straight and swung their dicks and vaginas from trees, I still would not bite that fruit. I would find me some woman somewhere and marry the hell out of her. Because I am who I am. My gender, my sexuality, my ethnicity, my writing, my voice...they are all my identity and I will stand tall and proud to be who and what I am. No person or group of people can alter who I am intrinsically.
Furthermore, feminism is not about abortion, lesbianism, or gay rights. Feminism is about respecting a woman's right to choose to be Suzy Homemaker or Jane the Builder. There is no feminist law that says you are only a real woman if you don’t cook and clean. I personally feel like it makes me even more woman. I cook, clean, work full time, go to school, and am helping to raise three beautiful god children. My femininity, however, is not defined by these acts. That is the root of feminism, to be defined by your own standards, not that of the "good ole boys." Feminism is about a woman's ability to be strong in the face of adversity. Being uplifting of those in their community. Just being the best woman you can be, not based on society's opinion of what it means to be a woman.
Lastly, being gay OR feminist does not alter hetero-normative reality. Straight hoes do this to themselves. When I go to the gym, all you hear are women complaining about how fat they are and how they have to get in shape for a man. Ummm...hell no. You need to get in shape for yourself bitchz. What I don’t think the heteros understand is that they are their own problem. They are so concerned with fitting the normality they themselves created they can't see the forest for the trees.
PS.
Ajarae, although you may agree with some of the statements made, I don’t know where the "truth" you refer to resides in either video. Those statements were assertions. I don’t recall any factual evidence being purported. Additionally, there is no way an "ideal" can be true to anyone but those that agree with it. By pure definition, ideals are personal preferences for ideal situations. Furthermore, if you agree with any of the ideals listed in these movies, you MUST recognize the hetero-normative stigmas at work in your own psyche. There is nothing wrong with that. You have the right to choose your ideology, but be aware of the programming at work when people, hetero or homo, believe in these generalized, propaganda-filled statements as truth rather than opinion.
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Classic.
People like that make me sick. They have their own faults, their own problems and yet they lay the responsibility on the shoulders of those that have nothing to do with what they are doing, i.e., me and my clit sucking entourage. Straight people and their problems do not affect me and my lesbian lifestyle so I’m pretty unclear of how I stop anyone from (a) being straight or (b) wanting to marry another straight person. Please believe, if it appeared that every person on this earth were straight and swung their dicks and vaginas from trees, I still would not bite that fruit. I would find me some woman somewhere and marry the hell out of her. Because I am who I am. My gender, my sexuality, my ethnicity, my writing, my voice...they are all my identity and I will stand tall and proud to be who and what I am. No person or group of people can alter who I am intrinsically.
Furthermore, feminism is not about abortion, lesbianism, or gay rights. Feminism is about respecting a woman's right to choose to be Suzy Homemaker or Jane the Builder. There is no feminist law that says you are only a real woman if you don’t cook and clean. I personally feel like it makes me even more woman. I cook, clean, work full time, go to school, and am helping to raise three beautiful god children. My femininity, however, is not defined by these acts. That is the root of feminism, to be defined by your own standards, not that of the "good ole boys." Feminism is about a woman's ability to be strong in the face of adversity. Being uplifting of those in their community. Just being the best woman you can be, not based on society's opinion of what it means to be a woman.
Lastly, being gay OR feminist does not alter hetero-normative reality. Straight hoes do this to themselves. When I go to the gym, all you hear are women complaining about how fat they are and how they have to get in shape for a man. Ummm...hell no. You need to get in shape for yourself bitchz. What I don’t think the heteros understand is that they are their own problem. They are so concerned with fitting the normality they themselves created they can't see the forest for the trees.
PS.
Ajarae, although you may agree with some of the statements made, I don’t know where the "truth" you refer to resides in either video. Those statements were assertions. I don’t recall any factual evidence being purported. Additionally, there is no way an "ideal" can be true to anyone but those that agree with it. By pure definition, ideals are personal preferences for ideal situations. Furthermore, if you agree with any of the ideals listed in these movies, you MUST recognize the hetero-normative stigmas at work in your own psyche. There is nothing wrong with that. You have the right to choose your ideology, but be aware of the programming at work when people, hetero or homo, believe in these generalized, propaganda-filled statements as truth rather than opinion.
To view original post click here.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Is this a compliment....
or an insult???
I mean I understand the man's good intentions but "White people, if you were ever going to vote for a nigga, this is the one right here."
???
Not really sure how I feel about a white or black person voting for a "nigga" but I do hope people get off their ass and vote for this darker hued man.
Fucking Me is Done
She showed up at my house this morning. Unannounced. Smelling putrid, sweaty. "Can I please stay? Just one night," she says. "I have court tomorrow." A fool, I say, "Yes. Just bathe before you lie in my bed." "As of this moment, we're not together." She makes the statement matter of fact-ly at first. Then looks to me for an answer … her heart longing to know if it's really over. "We haven't been for some time," is my response. Silence screams from her eyes, muffled by contempt, disdain. I leave closing the door, gently so as not to disturb her muted symphony of obscenities raging deep in her dome. As I sulk away from the door, away from my house, away from her, "Fuck you, Tesha," follows, quiet as snail footsteps, somehow still heard by neighbors. I chuckle because all I can think is, "You already have."
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Normality
Normal.
I wonder what that’s like. To just be ok with life. No questions. No wonderment.
I wonder what it’s like to feel emotion and not dissect it from top to bottom until I understand myself inside and out; what it’s like to sit in a room full of people you relate to. People that get you. People that are interested in your interests and find you interesting.
Yeah. I wonder what that’s like. To be in a place where you’re normal. What it would be like where I am the norm. Where everyone sees the humor in double entendres and enjoys questions like “Why?” and statements like “Clarify a little more, please.” For once I’d just like to be around people that enjoy me for who I am. Not the me with red tape and crazy glue, all cracked and reshaped to fit the norm of someone else’s desires and comfort zones—no. The me that laughs at the corniest shit and enjoys playing cards and talking about mythology and politics and lessons learned and introspective realizations. I just want for once to be completely comfortable in my skin. To be absolutely at ease with my surroundings, including the company I keep. Don’t want to dumb myself down or hype myself up. Don’t want to mute who I am for fear of being too loud. Don’t want to scream for fear of not being heard. I want to be understood.
I want to be normal like you.
I wonder what that’s like. To just be ok with life. No questions. No wonderment.
I wonder what it’s like to feel emotion and not dissect it from top to bottom until I understand myself inside and out; what it’s like to sit in a room full of people you relate to. People that get you. People that are interested in your interests and find you interesting.
Yeah. I wonder what that’s like. To be in a place where you’re normal. What it would be like where I am the norm. Where everyone sees the humor in double entendres and enjoys questions like “Why?” and statements like “Clarify a little more, please.” For once I’d just like to be around people that enjoy me for who I am. Not the me with red tape and crazy glue, all cracked and reshaped to fit the norm of someone else’s desires and comfort zones—no. The me that laughs at the corniest shit and enjoys playing cards and talking about mythology and politics and lessons learned and introspective realizations. I just want for once to be completely comfortable in my skin. To be absolutely at ease with my surroundings, including the company I keep. Don’t want to dumb myself down or hype myself up. Don’t want to mute who I am for fear of being too loud. Don’t want to scream for fear of not being heard. I want to be understood.
I want to be normal like you.
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