Random Train of Thought

 

Ignorance is BlissI am honestly trying to steer clear of posts about my professional life. Except I’m not finding that easy because I spend most of my waking hours here at the lab. I’m at the lab right now waiting for a recovery to be completed and hoping that once it’s done, I won’t have to hear any bitching and moaning from my client. I know I’m supposed to enjoy this coz it’s what I signed up for in college but sometimes it’s just a little frustrating. Sometimes I think people forget they’re dealing with human beings when they inquire about our services. You know while he’s laid up in his plush comfortable bed. I’m here in this lab freezing my ass off under the A.C. trying to push thru his critical data. And I’m pretty sure he’ll be one to have a complaint in the morning or even maybe 2 months down the line. When he complains that’ll be my queue to exit the building permanently.

 

Shit who am I fooling in this economy? Like Mica says “I’m gonna ride it till the wheels fall off” (kinda think she was talkin about sex) but my tone is pure innocence. I spoke to her last night and it felt great. We really have good conversations but I’m also stricken with A.D.H.D. So despite the great convo she offers, my mind tends to stray as does my attention. We’ll talk for 2 days only to end up arguing because I won’t answer some of her phone calls and I’ll probably stop calling. I lack focus.

But most of the time when I stop calling, it’s usually because I’m stressing about certain things in my life and I’m trying to get my ducks in a row. I’m always one to put things off until I can’t complete the task at hand. Then complications arise with the task at hand and it seems as if my entire existence is consumed with that particular mediocre iota of life.

Misanthropic Musings

Lately I’ve been worried about my own spiritual wellbeing.  Everyday feels more and more robotic.  I go to work.  I work for 12 hours (even though I shouldn’t).   I come home.  I hop online, read a few blogs, comment if i have the energy and then go to sleep.   I work so much now that I use the entire weekend to sleep.   My days are no longer the typical 9 to 5 that most have come to enjoy.  They’re more like 9 to 9 or 9 to 10.  Sometimes I work on weekends too.   With work playing such a major role in my life, I haven’t really had time to focus on God or going to church or anything else for that matter.   I used to enjoy the company of a good book from time to time.  I used to dabble in my Photoshop.  I used to take the Nikon out and catch the sights.   Now all I do is work.  I dream of it, have nightmares about it, then I wake up and go to it.  Friendships don’t even really fit into the equation as I’ve been disappointed way too many times to count.  And also probably because I’ve been on the giving end of the disappointment.  

 

I must confess; I don’t prioritize well.  Which is why it becomes such a pain in the ass to maintain girlfriends.  Especially femme girlfriends..   It’s like having goldfish.  They want too much fucking attention.  And if they’re Virgos, they’re absolutely over the top with it.    But even with all my complaints I guess I can appreciate what I have with Aquafina for the moment.   She hasn’t been overtly demanding of my time and attention.   I know I haven’t been spending that much time with her as I’d like to because of my obsession with this dead end job.  But she seems to get me.   It’s not like it was before.   She’s a little different now.  A little less cold-hearted a little more understanding.  She’s been asking me to come back down there and  it’s been on my mind.   The last time I went out there I just felt like I was in another world outside my own and it was actually a good feeling.  So maybe another trip to TX is what the doctor ordered.

Promoting the Black Voice.

I’m not gonna Lie.  I’m a fan of the little gossip blogs that pop up on the internet.  But there are times when I think folks just take it a little too far.   I was reading an article (article being an overstatement) on necolebitchie.com about Gabriel Union.   In it she’s talking to an editor at VIBE magazine about her disdain for malicious blogs that spread rumors and innuendos  without actually researching the facts.   She goes on to talk about how this can thwart any efforts or intentions of doing some good in ones community:

It’s like if you wrote for a major newspaper or a major magazine. If you can’t substantiate your claims, you don’t write them. We don’t have enough black voices, [and] we certainly don’t have enough people in entertainment who are trying to do good things for our community, so anytime you try to attack someone’s character, you negate their voice for all the things that they’re trying to do.
I come out and speak about African American sexual assault survivors and what we can do to provide support and help to those survivors. I talk about African Americans and breast cancer. But people aren’t going to listen to those things if you are spreading lies and rumors, you know what I mean? It kinda negates all the good things that you do. It makes me want to just work harder and do more good, but it’s frustrating and it makes a lot of people in my industry say, "Screw it! If I can’t even get my own people to listen and not talk ill of me, what hope do I have for mainstream media?"

I got the gist of her statement as would any smart or insightful human being.  Unfortunately my fellow negroes being as negative as they want to be were not so keen.   They went from talking about her and the  mention she made of Perez Hilton and his trashy incendiary  filth to discussing her acting career which truly had nothing to do with the price of rent in Japan.   It’s like we’re afflicted with Attention Deficit Disorder. There must’ve been at least 50 comments posted about her Hair and the roles she plays in movies as opposed to the statement about promoting negativity.   We become so defensive when called on our flaws that we invent every reason under the sun why no one should tell us our shit stinks.  Sometimes, I wanna walk outside like Larry Fishburne in School Daze and yell “wake up!!!”  “wake thee fuck up!!”.  Coz in 2009 it seems all we do is sleep.   The article hit a  spot with me because I remember my own efforts in promoting Aids Walk NY and consequently being heckled and jeered for it by my peers, my black community.    Lord knows I love my people and I’m proud of the accomplishments  SOME of us have made thus far.   But there’s still that gross majority  who has a long ass way to go.

Over The Top

 

 

I don’t think I could ever be a superstar or in the limelight.  I don’t really have the patience for it.    I was on NecoleBitchie  yesterday reading about Keri Hilson’s disgruntled fan and I’m thinking to myself: Some people are so over the top with it.   Apparently he claims Keri told him “next” at an autograph signing which  “hurt his wittle feewings”.  My stance on that b.s. is “get over it”.    She signed your shit didn’t she?   Here’s his rant courtesy of theblogchic.blogspot.com:

Keri’s Response

(via Twitter )

Keri Hilson addresses the angry fan who claims she was a “rude conceited b*tch” at a recent signing:

TO ALL MY FANS!! no I didn’t see the vid yet, but I wanna address…I was not just regular “sick” in Detroit last day of tour. laryngitis. I could NOT TALK AT ALL! u can ask anyone who heard me trying…so me saying “next” didn’t happen at all. when I did the signing I had my team read a note for me explaining that I was extremely sorry I couldn’t talk to my fans. I did not want 2 cancel and still had a show a few hrs later in Detroit. Read past twitters & you’ll see that I’ve bn sick with flu-like symptoms with sinus infection. I’m just now getting over it becuz I work so hard I can’t get proper rest & life must go on. I know what I signed up 4 & I thought that my fans understood what I was going thru after they read my msg…I know ppl stood in line. but 4 this signing I was told not to personalize since there were so many ppl & we drove an hr away from the venue to do the signing…and ran late because we got into detroit later than expected. I think he’s mistaken. I would never say “next” to anyone…he may have been upset or maybe no one told him I couldn’t personalize the cd’s. I wanted to get 2 everyone who came, whether they bought the cd or not, so we had 2 do everything as quick as possible. I apologize homeboy for the way u may have misinterpreted the situation. I assure u I wasn’t being a bitch @ all. I appreciate any1 who goes out of their way 2 come see me! I love my fans! just wanted to clear that up…I didn’t hv an attitude I was happy 2 be there but worried about the show that I chose to not cancel or cut in half becuz I was extremely hoarse & sore. I was on stage coughing & the whole 9 on like every sentence LOL. but I got thru it & was happy detroit had my back. thanks D-town! yall didn’t laugh when they had 2 keep bringn me water! good nite my twit fam! love yall

Trust I was SO happy to be signing your albums! I did each w/a smile on my face! Keep my sharpie in my purse! I’ll sign yours too!!!!!!!!!!!

 

I personally think Malcom needs to remove the tampon from his ass. She’s human. She’s allowed to be sick and not in the mood to talk. Shyt if I were in her shoes he’d get the “NEXT” too. If that did in fact happen. Is he looking for a little piece of publicity? The child is only human and that’s what’s so appealing about her as an artist. The fact she’s able to reach us regular folk with her lyrics and voice. She doesn’t have to be superwoman or “Beyonce” with the bulletproof weave. She’s just got to be Keri. And if she doesn’t feel like talking or taking a damn picture coz she’s under the weather then “BITCH” build a bridge and sashay yo ass on over it.

 


What if?

I’m feeling a little inspired by Alix’s fiction. Only this isn’t fiction. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time now and wondering if I should’ve taken things a step further. For the purposes of this blog we’ll call her Famous. I met her online a Long time ago (6 years give or take). She was in the military. She was Arabian and black, spoke 7 languages and worked for Criminal Intelligence. She was Grade A prime cut material. She didn’t really identify as a Stud or a Femme. She was just “Famous”. The opportunity presented itself to physically meet back in 2006. I was in Atlanta on business and she was back in the states visiting family. She came by my hotel one night. Dressed in all white, she had this distinctive style to her. Not like anything I’d ever seen or been accustomed to. So we’re sitting on the bed making small talk. For some reason I get up and I’m looking in the mirror in front of the bed and she decides to start caressing my legs. When her fingers found my inner thighs my knees gave out and I collapsed into her lap, by now she’s planting kisses on my neck by my jugular and my back is arched as I’m moaning in her ear . Pulling her earlobe in with my lips…. It felt like this crazy ass dream. We ended up on the bed at some point. She started undoing my shorts whispering in my ear “let me make you come”. But for some crazy ass reason I stopped her. I fucking stopped her and we just laid there like that until I fell asleep. Ultimately I stopped it. I don’t exactly know why. I think maybe It was my controlling nature interfering. I was thinking too much about it and worrying about the outcome. My best friend says I’m crazy. She might be right. But I still think about that night. I’ve never had anyone make me feel like that. We lost touch until last year when she sends me a message saying “I still think about that night”. So now I’m asking myself “what if?”

 

Do you believe in one night stands? Would you have classified that as a one night stand?

Infatuation or the Real McCoy

I’m 30 years old.  I’ve been through a lot and experienced alot so I tend to be good at reading people.  Body language, mannerisms and overall swag.   So i’m here chuckling to myself as I’m reading blogs.   I ran across 2 individuals with the same topic and the same style of writing for that particular topic.   Now i’m laughing because It’s so obvious to me that they’ve got this thing going on.   Yet, they swear everyone else is clueless.   But it’s funny that both posted topics about sex and both started asking questions about how soon is too soon to start digging someone.   

 

Anyway this blog is not about that.   I was reading a blog about sex and the lack thereof and it broached a few questions in my mind.    If one has been celibate for quite sometime and decides to put oneself on the market, does this  in fact impair ones judgement when it comes to finding miss right?   You know how  some lesbians are always falling in love at first sight?  Is it possible that they compromise their standards because it’s been a long time since physical companionship?  Or does celibacy clear the mind?  Does it allow you to think straight and look at things from new perspectives?   I only ask this because as a self-proclaimed serial monogamist, I’ve had one too many encounters where i swore she was the one then after the physical attraction wore off and the A.D.D. set in things changed.    Could it be I was overcome by lust and confused it with Love?

All Points Bulletin

APB: If anyone sees a fat rusty black-lipped chick driving a Dodge Caravan Virginia License Plate# E644 008 please set her and that car on fire. This chick decides to cut us off on I-85 yesterday somewhere between NC & VA. We ignored it and kept moving. Later on I notice the aforementioned pulls up next to my side of the car ( the passenger side) and starts mouthing obscenities. So I rolled my window down and cussed her fat ass out. There were four people in my car. My Mom was driving. My bro and my nephew were in the backseat. This bitch decides to take it a step further and proceeds to cut my Mom off again. Only, this time we anticipated that move and slowed down so as not to run into her. My Mom switches Lanes. She switches Lanes. Mom switches back behind another car. Black-lips decides she wants to share lanes with us and pulls into the left lane pushing us over the side beyond the sleeper lane and almost into the grassy part of the highway. Luckily there wasn’t a ditch there or a barrier. If you see the following Dodge Caravan with the aforementioned LICENSE plate. Please feel free to stab the driver if indeed it’s a female;

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Geneology

Geneology

Account Meesh

My old life was a far cry from what it is now. I’ve undergone a sort of metamorphosis. I was looking at an old photo montage I made back when grandpa died. Then I started looking up my aunt’s name on the Internet. I found out that she was quite brilliant as is her husband and son. She’s into computers also. So I guess the whole computer geek thing is a genetic thing. I never knew until the age of 28 that my aunt was an inventor or a scholar. Part of me wishes I’d stayed with my dad when I was younger because I probably would’ve attained my goals much faster. The dynamic between the two sides of my family is unusual. My mom comes from dirt poor surroundings. She’s the eldest of 6 children. Granny (God rest her soul), felt it was prudent to have all these kids to keep the men around. It just never panned out that way. So instead, my mom’s been raising kids since she first hit puberty. Not her kids but my Grannies kids. She was pulled out of school to raise these kids and being the oldest sibling she’s always felt responsible for her younger siblings. See my mom’s family may not come from much but the one thing they have that I don’t see in a lot of other families is that loyalty and that kinship. She represents the side of me that stays grounded. My dad on the other hand comes from a well-to-do family with very old fashioned values. I would almost say they were snobs. But snobs or not I still love them. They raised me with standards and created this melting pot of unique traits and attributes that you’ll never find. I get my elitist mentality from that side of the family and at times I find I’m in a mental conflict. I tend to date women who would be considered beneath my stature by my family as a sign of rebellion. I think a lot of who I am now as a person can be attributed to the way dad is and the rest of the Francis’s are. Nobody says “I love you” on that side of the family. Nobody is overtly emotional. They all maintain a certain kind of stone-faced decorum which makes it really hard to relate to them. I know that I am everything they despise. The black sheep. The child with no (for a lack of better words) “Broughtupsy” (consult the West Indian Dictionary). I’m the one child that goes against the grain. The one who hung with the bad chicks in high school and would skip class. The one who wore miniskirts to the mall and thought she was grown even though she knew pops hated it. I strive to be everything he is not.

The Straight Pill

Now I’m not one to typically piggyback off someone else’s entry. But this one evoked a lot of emotion in me. I guess coz of my religious upbringing. But read it. Let me know how you feel and if you like it pass it on. Oh yes STOLEN FROM APOCKETFULLOFHOPE

The Straight Pill
Date March 13, 2009

If there was a pill that could make me straight

…..Straight in body

…..Straight in mind

…..Straight in heart

……….I would not take it.

If taking such a pill would restore all my lost friendships

…..And regain my parents pride

…..And give back my families respect

…..…..I would not take it.

If taking such a pill would return me to my former ministry

…..And the admiration of the congregation

…..And the loving welcome of the church

…..…..I would not take it.

If taking such a pill would replace the love I have for my wife with an equal love for a man

…..And we could legally marry

…..And we would be granted full rights under the law without fighting for them

…..…..I would not take it.

If taking such a pill would mean no one would reject me for being who I am

…..And for saying what I believe

…..And for standing boldly as one who follows Christ

…..…..I would not take it.

If taking such a pill could take the world back in time,

…..Before I came out of the closet,

…..Before I said I was gay

…..Before I knew I was gay

…..Before inequality touched me

…..Before hate revealed its ugliness to me

…..Before anyone rejected me

…..Before anything was lost to me

…..Before I ever questioned God’s love for me

…..…..I would not take it.

If taking that pill would make me straight

…..And famous

…..And wealthy

…..And talented

…..And adored

…..And beautiful

…..And thin

……….I would not take it.

……….I would not take it.

……….I. Would. Not. Take. It.

I would never take a pill that would make me straight because

……….I love being who I am

……….I love being whole and free

……….I love seeing the world from where I stand

……….I love knowing God from this place

……….I love feeling passion burning in me for equality

……….I love being part of a people who are courageous and relentless

……….I love being one in Spirit with every queer youth

…………..With every gay man and woman

……………With every bisexual man and woman

…………..With every transman and transwoman

……………With every ally and friend

……………With everyone who questions, doubts and searches

……….And I love being one in Spirit with you

……………Bound in hope, and faith, and love

……………Bound in God

If there was a pill I could take that would make you straight

………..And taking that pill would end all your confusion and anxiety

……….And remove your fear that God has rejected you

……………I would not take that pill even for you.

You are gay.

…..You are not wrong.

…..…..You are not sinful.

…..…..…..You are not evil or perverted.

…..…….…..…You are not unworthy.

…..…..…..…..…..You are not a mistake.

…..…..…..…..…..…..You are not to be ashamed.

You are gay.

…..God loves you.

…..…..God holds you.

…..…..…..God stands with you.

…..…..…..…..God delights in you.

…..…..…..…..…..God calls you “My own.”

If there was a pill that could make me straight

…..And make you straight

…..And you

…..And you

…..And you

……….I would not take it.

……….I would not take it.

……….I. Would. Not. Take. It.