Over the past few days, I’ve been missing a call from a line body of mine…  When I was a flight attendant, we ALWAYS bid the same lines… we were an awesome, fly ass duo! 

Man I miss those days, and her… 

 
Finally I connected with her…   and she dropped a bomb on me…  she has reconnected with her college sweetheart…  they’ve been seeing each other for over a year…  he has proposed to her, and she said yes…  she’s happy as a lark!  And I’m happy for her… but, I could tell she wasn’t telling me something…  after discussing wedding plans, and the who was gonna be in the wedding, out of no where, she said:  he has aids.  

 
Well, I didn’t know what to say…   to be perfectly honest this is the second time a friend has told me something along these lines, and I honestly didn’t know what to say then, and I don’t know what to say now…

 
After a brief moment of silence, I asked her if she loved him, and she said with all her heart…  I then asked her if she was mentally prepared to take this journey with him (My understanding is that yes he has full blown aids, but he is on meds and he is not sick, he’s perfectly healthy), she went on to say: till death do us part… I asked her about kids, and she said she would adopt…   she had an answer for everything, which led me to believe that she has given this a great deal of thought…  her issue is her family, they have  pretty much disowned her, and can’t believe that she would consider a life with a man who has aids… because they are from the Bible Beltway, they assume he is gay, when in fact he is not, and never was…  he’s actually an recovering heroin addict, he’s been clean for over 15 years, and is currently a successful business man.. Her family could care less,   all they see and hear is AIDS, and they want nothing to do with her or him, and that in itself is KILLING her…  

 
I still don’t know what to think, or say… all I can do is be a friend, and hope and pray her lil country ass doesn’t have me in some ugly ass bridesmaid dress!  But seriously I’m at a loss for words…  I believe in the power of love, but I’m not sure if I believe in the power of love that could potentially hurt, harm, or even kill you…  I commend her for having the courage to love this man, and her willingness to spend the rest of her life with him… but at the same time part of me feels like she’ll be missing out on something… what that something is, I DON’T KNOW… 

 
Help me out peeps; lend me your thoughts… could you build a future with a mate that has HIV/AIDS?  Why or why not?  

My girlfriend and her husband are on the outs…   They’ve been together for over 20 years and married for 8 years… my girl is a Washingtonian, but doesn’t have the DC flair, she’s very tom boyish, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was a lesbian because of her butch exterior…  Hubby is a handsome New Yorker, a dapper, well kept dude… she’s gained weight, and at his request, she works hard to get off… he drinks like a fish, and at her request to stop drinking, he drinks even more…

 
Marriage… what to do when it SUCKS?  *smh*

 
A year ago this time she and I were on a road trip, and we had an interesting conversation…  she was concerned that her husband was not involved in the raising of the kids, his nightly routine included coming home, greeting the kids, eating dinner as a family, and then off to the basement with his Jack and Coke…  Whenever she entered the basement to spend some quality time, it would quickly end up in some sort of argument...  conversations about law and order turned into debates which led to arguments, and the news?  Lawd help her, cause when the news came on, it would be an all out battle… Their sex life was cute, but pretty much non existent… and she was at her wits end, cause she was exhausted...  she was maintaining a home, raising kids, and working a fulltime gig… his only responsibility was to go to work, , then come home, and sit in the basement…  he’s not one to help with the kids, because he can never do it RIGHT…  He never cooks cause, hell she’s a gourmet chef, why should he? He didn’t do homework with the kids because he doesn’t get home until 7:00pm… Now, I’m the first to tell her that she laid the foundation for this foolishness!  

 
Fist and foremost, I don’t give a rat’s ass how tired you are, when lil man pisses in the bed, you can get your ass up to change some sheets too… you best believe you’re gonna help out with the kids…   I will NOT be the only person cleaning up, when we all mess it up…  maybe the babies need down time first, and then do homework when dad gets home… or better yet, let them do the homework, and he can review it…   as far as the cooking?  Well, her ass has been chopping garlic for 20 damn years, now the kids are here and he can barely get powdered garlic!   In my opinion there are easy solutions to most martial problems, but folks gotta be willing to COMPROMISE…  it’s not rocket science, it’s Relationship 101… and  please, please, please, stop gettng ya panties in a bunch when dude comes to you on some: I'M NOT HAPPY...  

 
Anywho, while on the road trip, She inquired about Papi (my married ex), and his marriage…   she wanted to know what makes him cheat, and I told her:

 
His wife, doesn’t FUCK him (no sex)… His wife is more engaged in becoming a millionaire than treating her husband like a million bucks (attention is ELSWHERE)…

His wife let her self go (she looks like shit)…  as he would say, “she dressed like a white girl”… They no longer had fun (her fun was hangin out with HER family)…

 
With each and every point I made, she began to elaborate on how these same things were affecting her once happy home… Although she and her husband were still sexually active, it’s not like it used to be…   although her focus is living a comfortable life, her priority is the kids…   She went on to say that now he trips over what she’s wearing, she constantly wears his t-shirts, and has NOT thought twice about updating her look or her wardrobe in over 10 years, and lastly, they NEVER have fun… 

 
Now, I’ve known this dude wasn’t happy for sometime… the way that he talked to her was my first red flag… and the drinking was my second red flag…  Lat week, he announced that he was NOT happy… and she lost it!  And immediately went into super wife mode…   cooking her gourmet meals, and looking extra cute when he got home…  for the past few nights, they fucked like long lost high school sweethearts,  and she now thinks her marriage is back on track… 

 
Little does she know, that all she did was buy more time… Listen, I have NEVER been married…  I really don’t have a clue…  but I will say this, men are simple creatures of HABIT… 

 
They want the pussy they encountered on the FIRST date… and, it MUST improve over time…

The MEAL you cooked on the third date…

A thinker, a planner, and a money maker…

Someone who can sit down and talk sports with him, or at least fake it, and the very least a mean ass blow job during “sports talk”…

A woman who is well maintained…   looking like a million bucks at least 75% of the time…

Someone who can put him in his place without nagging…

And lastly, a woman who is woman enough to accept criticism without resentment, and one who is willing to own up to the part she plays in her mans unhappiness…

 
In closing, if your man tells you, he’s not happy… be grateful, he told you…  him telling you this, means you still have time to get the marriage back on track…  as for my girlfriend?  Well, she’s in denial…  she feels that she has nothing to worry about because he’s to cheap to leave her…   lol, she’s in for a rude awakening, when a 42 year old man announces he ain’t happy, you best believe he will take steps to find happiness, and if that means he gotta roll out with lighter pockets…  than so be it, there is NO price tag on peace of mind…

But, she fucked him, and all's well on Hummingbird Court...  ummhmm, OK!

Last night I found myself watching nightline, actually its something I watch every night, damn I miss Ted Koppel… any who last nights show caught every bit of my attention…  Cynthia McFadden was the reporter, and also is adopted… pretty much it revolved around a woman who had a sickly son, her son had a rare from of cancer… her son is now in remission, but the doctors suggested researching her bloodline… in an effort to save her son, she started her mission… she hired a woman who’s also adopted who has perfected the art of finding the natural parents of adopted children…

 

After a lil internet searching, the woman was able to find the agency that her client was placed in…  the client (the adopted woman) goes in, and gets some basic information… her mom was young, a teacher, and she had had an affair with a young man and ended up pregnant…  because this all took place forty years ago, the woman felt she had no choice but to give the child up for adoption…  she was also catholic, so having a child out of wedlock was a big no-no, till this day it’s a no-no, but back then, you were sure to become an automatic outcast…     so, the woman obains preliminary info from the agency and immediately shares the info with the woman she hired to assist her in her search…  the woman immediately goes to the internet and finds the mom…

 

She’s a retired teacher, appears to be stable… now, the woman from the agency suggested that she write a letter, where are the woman she hired to help her suggested calling her…  I’m not sure how I feel about calling… If I were fortunate enough to locate my natural mother, I would most likely write a letter… 

 

After several hours of coaching, the adopted woman calls her natural mom, and although you couldn’t hear the conversation, you could tell that the woman was NOT happy about her calling, and interrupting her life… all you could hear was her repeated apologies… she told her natural mom that she loved her, and she also thanked her for giving her up for adoption as he has had a happy life and had some awesome parents…  I guess the woman responded, and she told her that she was stable and she was not looking to cause her harm, she then went into the situation with her son, and began to inquire about the family medical history, and she ended the call by thanking her and giving the natural mother her phone number…

 

The call ends, and then Cynthia McFadden began to ask questions about the call…  the woman stated that the natural mom was 70 years old, and she had grown children, and she also told her hat no one knew, not her husband, not her kids, NO ONE…   and that was the end of that…

 

The segment ended with Cynthia McFadden following up with her 8 months later… and she had NOT heard form her birth mother… man, I lost it!  I cried, and cried, and cried some more… then I called my mom and she cried… it was an emotional moment for Ms Teal…    my mom has ALWAYS been supportive of my finding my borht parents, my dad on the other hand was oppsed to it…  the interesting thing is that he could have made one call, and the search coulda ended, but it never happened…  I guess he had his reasons… 

 

There was a time that I actively searched for my birth mom, thousands of dollars later nothing…  it was always an off and on kind of search…  the thing that would always get me would be those damn Sally Jesse Raphael reunion shows, and also Oprah’s reunion shows..  They always put me in search mode… 

 

Last night’s nightline confirmed my biggest fear…  WHAT IF THEY DON’T WANT TO KNOW ME?  Another damn rejection…  it’s interesting as much as I’d like to see who I look like, and how many siblings I may have, and If I have a big family I’m always concerned about the rejection…

 

The story ended with the pending laws that are being passed in various states, with Maine being the first…  sometime in the near future, the state of Maine will begin opening adoption records…  something as simple as a written letter will put folks such as myself that much closer to their birth parents…   WOW!  

 

As much as it excites me, it still scares me…   I can only hope that I will be afforded the opporuntity to place my eyes on my birth mother before I die… 

 

What do you think?  Do you think that adopted children should be able to see adoption records?  Do you think it’s fair for the birth parent to suddenly open the door, and the kid they gave away some 40 odd years ago is there waiting to receive them with open arms?  Or do you think the kids should just get over it and accept the fact they will forever be left with a void, a feeling of NOT belonging? 

 

This is some deep stuff! Some of you will not understand what the big deal is, because you aren’t adopted and you know your natural parents… but then there are those few who will truly understand where I’m coming from, because you are adopted, and you know how it feels to live life feeling like something’s missing… 

 

For me, it’s a matter of having a connection, knowing who I look like, and most importantly knowing where I come from… hell, I want to know where this 38dd’s come from!  lol   

 

 

note: it was my intention to post this only on VV, but I decided to also post it here...  for whatever reason, I felt the need to share that! 

I’m far from a lurker but on VV I lurk…  and the more lurking I do, the more I take in, the more I learn…  and ladies let me tell ya, a sista has learned a lot… 

 

I am definitely bi…  but, the more I learn about the ladies of VV the more I realize that there are obvious levels of bisexuality…  now, don’t ask me what the levels are, cuz I’m still trynna figure that out!  Lol, but this much I know for sure:

 

I love women…

 

I love watching them in and out the bedroom…

 

I enjoy kissing women…

 

I enjoy touching women…

 

I enjoy playing in pussy with my fingers…

 

And I absolutely ADORE breast… 

 

I like them ALL sizes… From DDD’s too  plump B’s…

 

But…

 

I really don’t know how I feel about eating pussy…

 

I enjoy playin in it…

 

And I do enjoy eating it…

 

But,  eating pussy is not something I enjoy doing the most, nor is it something I must do…  now, don’t get me wrong, cuz every so often I run into someone, where I can get my eat on, and I enjoy what I’m doing…  but, if there’s no TRUE connection, I often times feel like it’s a chore…  I’m basically reciprocating in kind… But, let me run into my ideal woman, with a mind, body, and soul I adore… And it’s ON…

 

Now, with all that said…

 

What I enjoy the most about women, are the ones who enjoy eating me…

 

The ones who get off on getting me off...

 

The ones who wanna feast in my pussy, and play with my tits…

 

I’m far from a selfish lover and will always give what I get…

 

But what I truly desire is passion with a woman… 

 

True animalistic passionate sex!

 

I’ve had it once, and one of these days I hope to have it again…

 

BTW, Thanks “J” I’ve never had an experience like the one we had 2 summers ago…  

 

So, with that said… as I continue to learn, and I continue to explore, and I continue to lurk…  I will soon find that perfect woman, with the perfect mind, a gentle soul,  with that perfect pussy that makes me melt at the sight of it, smile at the smell of it,  that perfect woman that’ll have me savoring  every moment as I eat it…

 

The joys of life no black, no white, just mad shades of grey…

 

*smooches*

 

Ps., if you’re a Bi-Sista (or even Bi-Curious)  lookin for an online home, then check out Vice~Versa, help us, help Storm (the owner of VV)  reach her goal of 300 hundred members strong by October!  

 

http://viceversa.ning.com/ Click the link, and explore a whole new world!

 

 

1. Do you like blue cheese? Yup, especially in Ledo’s Steak n’ Blue Cheese Salad…. YUMMO!

2. Have you ever smoked heroin? Not that I know of!  NO silly…

3. Do you own a gun? Nope, not unless you consider my vibrator a GUN...

4. What flavor do you add to your drink at sonic? Man, u want some Sonic!  Brings back memories of those hot summers in Oklahoma…  Cherry Lime Aid’s are the BOMB!

5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Only the OB/GYN… not knowing your family medical history will do that to a sista…

6. What do you think of hot dogs? Great on the grill, and not so bad on my George Foreman…

7. Favorite Christmas movie?  Anything none Christmassy…

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? A good cup of coffee, and a glass of ice water…

9. Can you do push ups? Can i?  and a split!  lol

11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My tiffany necklace that my daddy gave me, that I rarely take off… makes me feel like he’s with me!

12. Favorite hobby? Masturbating….  

14. Do you have A.D.D? On Monday, Wednesdays, and Sundays!

15. What's one trait you hate about yourself? That I won’t take life changing risks…

16. Middle name? Ellen… shut up!

17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? Money, Sleep, and MORE Money…

18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday? A painting to match my NEW stools…   A Ledo’s Deluxe with Bacon, and Gas for the gas guzzler…

19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? Water, Coke, and Passion Tea Lemonade w/ 12 pumps!

20. Current worry? Replenishing the 401k, which I butchered in order to survive last year…

21. Current hate right now? My growing condo fees…

22. Favorite place to be? Ocean City

23. How did you bring in the New Year? With my baby!  It was actually the best New Years ever… he said:  “Happy Birthday Mommy”!   

24. Where would you like to go? A trip to the Caymans or Barbados would be nice…

25. Name four people who will complete this? Friends, foes, associates, and wannabe lovers…

26. Do you own slippers? Yup!  Do I wear them? No!

27. What shirt are you wearing? An Ed Hardy wife beater…

28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? So 70’s!  hot ass tacky ass shit…  give me some high thread count, and I’m happy…  THAT’S LUXURY…

29. Can you whistle? Nope! 

30. Favorite color? Orange is my signature color, and Chocolate brown is the favorite…

31. Would you be a pirate? Nope…

32. What songs do you sing in the shower? I’m too busy trynna figure out my damn life while I’m in the shower!

33. Favorite girl's name? Darcy, Dakota, and Dallas…

34. Favorite boy's name? Malcolm

35. What's in your pocket right now? My Lord n’ Taylor ID

36. Last thing that made you laugh? A customer at Lord n’ Taylor, ragging on how awful she looked in the dress she was trying on!  Better her than me, right?

37. What kind of sheets did you have on your bed as a child? Not sure, but knowing my momma, they were NICE!  She NEVER slacked on bed linens… actually she never slacked, or slacks on ANYTHING!

38. Your worst injury you've ever had? My damn bone spurred big toe!  Thank God for anti-inflammatory’s!

39. Do you love where you live? I loved it when I first got it, it was my own lil museum, but 8 years and 1 kid later, I’m not feelin it…  but, it’s MINE, the LTV is extra LOW, and I’m in MAJOR redecorating mode…  it’s on the path to architectural design!  Lol, at least in MY head… 

40. How many TVs do you have in your house? 6, two are BROKE!  I got some Sanford n Son shit goin on in the bedroom (thanks Witchy Poo!)  soon to change!

41. Who is your loudest friend? Lol…  Witchy Poo…  oh and Syl when her ass is DRUNK!

42. How many dogs do you have? MANY!  Oh, we’re talking pets, NOT men…  oops!  NONE…

43. Does someone have a crush on you? I dunno know!  A few have expressed interest in A Love, but few have expressed interest in TEAL…

46. What is your favorite candy? Mr. Goodbar

47. Favorite Sports Team? Team Tittie!  Monique and Unique…

48. What song do you want played at your funeral? I’m goin down!  Lol, I really haven’t thought about it…  

4. What were you doing at 12 a.m? I was WIDE awake… NOT GOOD! 

50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?  Another day, that I’m closer to meeting my summer financial goals!  Yo, a bitch is GRINDING and on a FUCKIN mission…  I got folks in shock ova me and this part-time gig…  Thank You Jesus, I FINALLY woke up, and realized that money is not ALWAYS meant to be SPENT…  lol

Nighty~Night!

 

Y’all know I got this thing for nipple torture, right?

 

It’s my thing…

 

It’s the one thing that makes me tingle, and gets the pussy soakin fuckin wet…

 

I’ve tried everything...

 

From clothes pins to nipple clamps…

 

To binder clips, to clamps with barbells…

 

But the piece da resistance for my tortured tits is…  

 

*drum roll please*

 

The almighty pant hanger!  (Yes bitches, I SAID paint hanger)

 

Not that plastic shit from TARGET…

 

The REAL shit from back in da day… 

 

METAL and plastic…

 

Lawd help me…   my ass was in tit torture heaven…

 

So, lemme tell ya how it went down…

 

I’m chilling, slightly twisted, and feelin VERY wet… 

 

Not my regular wet, but that summertime sloppy fuckin wet…

 

I was luxuriating in my creamy treasure…

 

Enjoying the spongy wetness of my g-spot… 

 

Just all up in the pussy… shit was so wet, I could feel it trickling down my fat ass thighs…

 

But, ya know me…  Ms Hard Ta Nut! 

 

Always workin hard for her mutha fuckin nut… 

 

And trust, I’ll make ya ass work hard too… 

 

Ummmhmmm, I’m that challenge YOU think YOU want… but really can’t handle…  lol 

 

Anywho…

 

The pussy is WET…

The thoughts are DEEP…

 

And all I wanted was a lil PAIN…

 

But, NOT my normal pain…

 

I wanted something DIFFERENT…

 

Something NEW….

 

Something STRANGE…

 

Feel me?

 

I’m on the bed… rockin the pussy and outta nowhere…

 

The Slack Hanger APPEARS…

 

A good ole’ DOUBLE clamp pant hanger…

 

My mind is now in unchartered, chartered territory…

 

All the while getting WETTER  and WETTER…

 

Next thing you know I’m grabbing the pant hanger…

 

And the pussy is watching my EVERY move…

 

The feline bitch, loves to watch mami play in her pussy…

 

And you know what?

 

Mami likes it too… 

 

Yea, I got issues… and that’s ALRIGHT! 

 

Ya know why, it’s ALRIGHT?  Cuz I’m alright with ME! 

 

Where was I? …  ME AND MY “I’M ALRIGHT WITH ME” TANGENTS!

 

I grabbed that hanger, and I popped in this porn flick…

 

I’m watching this big tittie bitch squirt all ova the screen…

 

All the while getting what?  WETTER AND FUCKIN WETTER…

 

Can you say:  MUTHA FUCKIN MONSOON?

 

I love it when I get there… that beyond wet… that MONSOON wet! 

 

No lube required… just grab the nipples and let the RIVER flow…

 

*smh* 

 

I scare myself!  Cuz when I step into this zone… 

 

IT’S OVA…

 

The bitch on da screen is squirting EVERYWHERE…

 

I play with the spot…

 

And next thing yaw know the bitch on the screen is getting royally FUCKED…

 

HARD…  I mean HARD… 

 

And the moment that white mutha fucka slammed his fat ass dick in her wet ass pussy…

 

I was ready to CLAMP THESE BITCHES DOWN…

 

One NIPPLE at a time…

 

Right at the TIP… 

 

Nice and TIGHT…

 

Nice and RIGHT…

 

And with a TUG here…

 

And a PULL there…

 

I NUTTED every fuckin WHERE…

 

Don’t fuck with me! 

 

I’m the BITCH ya MOMMA didn’t warn YOU about!

 

Now, close ya mouth… this was AN “A LOVE” REAL TIME EXPERIENCE…

 

Got QUESTIONS?

 

Cuz…

 

I got ANSWERS…

 

Greetings my good people of Multiply and 360!  I wanna throw a true story out to the masses and in turn get some open and honest feedback…

 

We have a couple who has lots of history…  they were college sweethearts, who eventually moved on and married others…  one marriage ends in divorce(her), and the other is in the midst of a long term separation(him) where divorce it imminent… 

 

Chance brings them back together… and I say “chance” because they are both from the Great State of Texas, and due to work, and family they both ended up on the East Coast in the same TRI-State area…   YEARS have gone by, and the male calls the female to simply wish her a Happy Mother’s day, only to find out that they are living in the SAME area… an instant re-connection is made, and a new chapter begins…

 

During the process of picking up where they left off, they are introduced to swinging… boundaries have been set, and everyone is respectful of each others limitations… they attend an area club on a semi regular basis, and have attended a few private lifestyle parties…

 

The couple experiences the normal growing pains that relationships go thru… and as with all relationships, they learn from the issues and continue to grow…

 

Everything is flowing for a good 18 to 24 months…  suddenly the female gets a call from another female…  dude lies his way thru this distraction, and states that ole girl is out of the picture, and has been out of the picture for some time…  but knowing women the way that I know women…  Most women will not call the other woman unless they are at their wits end, and need to know where the situation is heading… dude pretty much; sweeps the situation under the rug, and all is well, after the outsider has verbally agreed to NOT contact the girlfriend or him again… 

 

They survive this major relationship violation, and continue growing, learning, loving and swinging….  Months go by, and a reliable 3rd party gets word that the male half of the duo was in attendance at a local party WITHOUT his significant otha… instead, he’s at the party with another woman…  

 

Dude is confronted with all the evidence…  you see dudes other female friend, has a page on a local swing groups site…  this is an invite only site, that the girlfriend has managed to become a member of…  the main pic on the site, has dude and the chick all bunned up, appearing as a couple…  the comments clearly state that dude and his otha girlfriend are regulars at this groups functions…    now, dude is sooo crafty that he has  convinced  his girlfriend that when they aren’t together, he is ‘studying’…  he’s studying alright: New Ass 101…  

 

Here’s the clincher…  dude and girlfriend had a planned weekend, one that involved a road trip…  but, dude swiftly invites girlfriend on a business trip, where they hang out, and do what couples do…  she comes home a few days earlier, goes back to work, and prepares for the upcoming weekend get-a-away…  Suddenly dude can’t go!  Ya know why?  He needs to STUDY!  Girlfriend goes on her planned weekend trip with friends, and low and behold, one week later girlfriend finds out that not only was he NOT studying, but he was at the lifestyle party with girlfriend number 2…   dude is confronted, and he doesn’t really deny the shit, but, he refuses to come clean AT ALL…  instead, he does this reverse psychology bullshit, and goed into some major deflecting…  and instead of coming cleaning, he decides the relationship is over, because she pretty much is taking other folks word over his…  but, lets keep in mind that girlfriend has in ya face proof, not to mention a reliable source…

 

This is the VERY short version to a VERY long story…  a story of  sex, love and swinging…  I gave you enough to hopefully inspire a comment…    

 

My questions are simple:

 

What provokes a man to cheat, when he’s in a swingers relationship? 

 

Is there no loyalty amongst swingers? 

 

Is it hard to be straight with your significant other?   “Babe, I ran into the baddest sista that I’d love US to experience”

More importantly, when you've been busted, and ya shit is on the table...  why NOT fess up?  

 

The bottom-line, is this:  we all know that men and women cheat for various reasons, but in my opinion, cheating in a swingers relationship, is unacceptable!  If you’re offered the buffet, why creep with the appetizer?   when the main course can be shared...  (ok that was silly, but you get the point)...

my thoughts ar simple:  RESPECT!  dude didn't respect my friend nor the relationhsip enough to be upfront with her, or with himself - when the respect is NOT there, and the TRUST has been destroyed, what's left?

 

No matter who I’m with, man or woman, I hear it ALL the time; “Damn you taste good”…  I recently had a fling with a witty young man, who is making every possible effort to be more than just a fling!  Lol, every time we talk he spends the bulk of the conversation talking about how damn good I taste… and the other part of conversation revolves around how wet I am…  if nothing else he sure knows how to make a sista feel good!  Lol 

I’m sure all you ladies have heard it before, and for the ladies who are not strangers to swallowing, I’m sure you’ve run across a guy or two who taste pretty damn good too…  keeping this mind, I’m curious to know what good pussy taste like?   I’ve eaten a few pussies in my time, and I’m pleased to report that they all tasted lovely to me… nice and fresh… and yes, nice and fresh has a nice taste…  I like to refer to it as a “clean taste” … thank goodness I haven’t run into any foul tasting pussy!   What a turn off that would be…

 
So here I sit on a Sunday evening, wondering what good pussy taste like to you?  

 
Do you think that the rule of thumb for guys applies to women also?  The more water they drink, and the less alcohol they drink, makes for better tasting semen…  staying away from red meat, and spicy foods also makes for tolerable cum…  with that said, do you think that women who “flush” their systems have a cleaner fresher taste?

 
And lastly, how much does shaving ones pubic hair play into how good a woman taste?  I  thru this question in, because we all know that women and men with pubic hair tend to have a  musty odor that  can often times make one think they don’t taste as good, because you can’t escape the mustiness of it all!
 

So talk to me peeps, what does good pussy taste like to you?   Ladies, have you TASTED yourself?  If so, did you pass your personal taste test?    Guy’s have you run across any not so tasty pussy?  If so, WHAT did it taste like?  I wanna know!  lol

So, I purchased this duvet set two years ago, and I have yet to use it because I can’t figure out what color sheets I want!   Part of me wants fuchsia, then I want orange, and then there are days I want plain ole’ white…

I guess you say why orange?  well, peep the accent shams:

So after brunch I headed to my favorite Marshall’s and I found some really nice sheets…  400t.c. for $29.99, the set I was thinking of was white with pink hearts all over them…  which was OK, but the sheets made me feel like a lil girl!

 

Needless to say I walked away with nothing… and now I’m sitting here wanting to put the duvet cover and shams on my bed, but NO sheets… and, it’s got to be RIGHT!    

This is everything together: 

 

Now, I know this is a lil BRIGHT, but dammit, I LOVE color… take a look at these pics and tell me color sheets would you choose?  

 

Once I figure out the sheets, I can then focus on an area rug…  Ms Teal’s feeling VERY Martha Stewart!   I also looked out for my lil man… boy is he gonna be excited when he gets home… he’s whole room is on the road to being revamped!  Lots of color, and lots of planes, trains, and automobiles, he’s sure to be excited… but right now, it’s all about ME!    Help me out interior buffs… 

post scripts and after thoughts: 

So, I went to Marshall’s for the sole purpose of SHEETS…  and lemme tell ya, they had PLENTY of them!  I even found some funky ass pink, orange and red polka dot joints that woulda been perfect!  So, I’m leaving out, heading to the register and low n behold I see MY CHAIR…  I have one on lay-a-way at another store, (keep in mind your not supposed to put furniture in lay-a-way, but because they know me, they let me do it)…  and I wanted 2!  Well, low n behold, they had MY CHAIR, and MY OTTOMAN…  guess what I did?  Yup, I purchased that shit…  

 

But, it doesn’t end with MY CHAIR…

 

I’m in the furniture section seeing what else they have, and low n’ behold, they have these funky red leather stools…  I thought they were soooo cute, and once I saw the price, I had to have them!   Now ask me if I got my sheets?  HELL TO DA NAWL!   I was too damn busy buying furniture…

 

Lawd help me, I went in for some $30.00 sheets, and came out $300.00 later with everything BUT sheets…    and ya know what?  I FEEL GOOD! 

 

Next weeks mission: SHEETS  and I need a couch.  Lol

 

See the blog for the pics…  tell me what you think! 

 

 

Over the years I’ve heard on several occasions that I am Bourgeois…  so fuckin far from the truth, however I do have Bourgeois tendencies…   at one time, I thought it was cute, the in thing to be “lil ms bourgeois”, yup that was me!  And I wore it WELL…  the private school education, the trips abroad, the professional parents who had it all, the nanny, and the pseudo driver who transported me to school cuz mom and dad were busy being professional!  But then they divorced, and the click that my mom socialized with started to sway towards my dad and his new girlfriend, and she was out in the cold… you see in the 70’s when you were a doctors wife, all was cool, but when you divorced the doctor, you were nothing… no more Links  (http://www.linksinc.org/) no more grad chapter events, no more “Sophisticated Ladies” no more HU Med School class of ‘64…  just, Mrs. Al***.  The doctors ex wife…

 

Nowadays bourgeois is a state of mind, it’s a state of being, everyone is bourgeois, no matter what you wear, where you came from, where you went to school, or what you do!  If ya own a pair of Prada shades, and some Choo’s,  and drive a Benz, trust your Bourgeois, if in no one else’s mind, but your own… 

 

As someone who has lived THAT life…  A person who has gone to the best catholic schools, took ballet, piano, and even participated in the local debutante ball, I NEVER felt comfortable in ANY of those roles…  Although I rocked it, and I rocked it well,  It was never me…  maybe it’s because I was adopted and deep down my ass shoulda been in the hood hula hoopin…  instead I spent my time  twirling around trynna be prima ballerina, all the while I sucked!  

 

I’m grateful for my upbringing…  I learned a great deal, and I had a wealth of life experiences all before the age of 16… (Note; 16 Is when I got pregnant with my first, and that’s when it ALL changed for ME…  I still had my in, by being the daughter of the doctor, but when I procreated...  SHAME ON ME)  more than anything, it afforded me the opportunity to survive in ANY climate… I often tell my mom that the beauty of me is the ability to soar rather it is in the hood or in Potomac, Lerner’s or Rodeo drive…  (Academy award winning performances have always been my claim to fame)  my mother is often times amazed at how comfortable I can be around “basic’ black folks, and how “basic” her daughter can be (trust she means NO harm in saying basic, but anyone that says "y’all" and "ain’t" is basic, in her way of thinking…  which would be ME!) 

 

So, where is this coming from?  Well today, as I left work, I crossed the street to enter the garage,  and this dude was trynna holla…  all that was on my mind was a getting in the truck, and smoking a cigarette…  I spoke, but I didn’t STOP to speak…  well, he didn’t like that!  As I walked away he screamed out “that’s why bourgeois ass bitches like you will always be alone” man, that shit hurt me!  First and foremost, I am FAR from bourgeois…  I am nothing more than a ordinary girl who was afforded some extraordinary experiences…  yes, I like nice shit, and I refuse to shop in chains, and I can’t imagine shopping at payless, and stopped shopping at  The Limited and all it’s sister stores, when my mom ragged on me for buying less than quality merchandise!   Lol, man she gave me the blues…  trust that doesn’t make me bourgeois, that makes me a woman who appreciates quality shit!  No more no less… A woman who will go without, until she can get her quality shit…  a woman who has mastered the art of shopping at every discount designer chain, outlet, and or boutique, from here to the damn net, to feed her high end need!  Lol…     

 

Needless to say dudes lil shitty ass comment has lingered in my thoughts for the past few hours, and here I am writing a blog about the widely misused term “Bourgeois”  the dictionary defines it as:   

 

Bourgeois

1. A person belonging to the middle class.
2. A person whose attitudes and behavior are marked by conformity to the standards and conventions of the middle class.
3. In Marxist theory, a member of the property-owning class; a capitalist.

 

And Teal defines it as pretty much the same…  but for me, the true bourgeois come from bourgeois…  mommas and daddy’s who made it, and created a path for their off springs to make it, bigger than they ever could….  Trust my  plan fell to pieces some time ago, and that’s OK…  as I see childhood friends living in their mansions, and vacationing in St Lucia, or St Martens, I say more power to ya… been there done that, got plenty of t-shirts!  I know the real story, the story behind the story, and all I can say is this, most of these folks aren’t happy…  although I often  times reflect on those days of being the Prima Donna, I’m content with BEING…  A lay off later, and I  lost MOST of IT,  and now, I’m working hard trynna build IT back up, and lawd knows it has humbled the hell outta me…  you see for me, it’s all about being able to share my experiences with my son…  I believe that no one should have a child unless they are able to offer them a childhood equal to or greater than what they experienced… some of you may disagree, but I’m passionate about this!

Now ask me how I’ll feel when I run into some of my childhood peeps at the part-time gig (Lord n’ Taylor)?  I’ll hold my head up high, kiss each cheek, and engage in conversation like I was standing in a court room presenting MY clients case to the judge!    

Bourgeois?  Who needs titles?  I don’t!  ( Unless, we’re referring to this: I’m “BI”  BITCH)

And, if ya made it THIS far…  thanks for letting a sista vent!

*wink*

First and foremost my ass has been horny as hell…  FOI (the Muslim Ex) came in town, and we spent Wednesday and Thursday evening at The Ritz doing what we do… talking shit, eaten good ass food, and drink some good ass liquor!  The deal with FOI is that he’s a big buff, beautiful dude, with the body of a Greek God, and I get off on just being around him!  Not to mention he has a mean ass tongue, and a mighty dick…  lol  FOI and I have known each other for over 15 years, we were a couple for about 3 of those years, and he was really “my one”, but like a lot of men, he really didn’t know how to deal with his feelings for me, and the relationship slowly died when he admitted that he loved me…  and as with most of my ex boyfriends we maintained a close relationship…  although he moved back home to Houston, whenever he’s in town which is several times a year, we hook up…  now, before I hook up with him, I always have to inquire about the “type” of visit…  you see FOI has always told me that I “suck the life out of him”, and most of our visits consist of us talking shit with the band members (he’s head of security for Frankie B and Maze), and drinking…   but this time was different, when he called to tell me he was in town, and he wanted to spend some time with me, I asked him: what kind of visit will this be?  See, I need to know what mindset should I be in prior to getting there… if I know out the gate we ain’t fuckin then I’m good...  but if I get to him, and I’m horny and all he wants to do is snuggle, my ass is pissed… this time, he didn’t respond… he simply told me to: get my ass to Georgetown… and I told him: I’m on my way…  So, we meet, we greet, I hang out with the crew and we then check out the new tour bus, which was the bomb, and I attempted to break it in, but someone beat us to it, and was in the mix as we walked in (damn groupies)… we take it to the room, and dude gave up the goodies, and I once again SUCKED THE LIFE OUT OF HIM�