There are girls you drink fondly to remember. There are girls you punish your liver to forget. There are girls you drink with. And then there are girls you drink because you are with them. This was one of those dates. Right off the bat, I met her via Match.com, and should have been prepared for it, but God damn was Elise pretty to look at. Five eight, dirty blonde, and two pallid green worlds centering her face. I would have told her my name was Cash Bundren, but that was the problem with Elise, she was well read. She was the kind of well read that likes to shove it in your face. She also thought she was well read in people. I don’t fancy myself the most complicated of sorts, but I don’t think she can readily assume I drink heavily from order two Makers on the rocks in the span of three or so hours.
I couldn’t tell if her looking every which was in the bar was ADD, disinterest, boredom, a ernest desire to people watch, or an unholy amalgam of all of those. But we were talking, and all of a sudden she goes, “So talk.” I just look at her long and silent. “Isn’t that what we were doing.” I can think of nothing more inducing of silence as to say, let alone command, the verb talk. She’d talk her job, she’d name check some authors to convince me that she was well versed, but I can’t really call a lot of what we were doing as human communication. It was vapid, and it was hollow. She was looking every which way, and I was looking to the bottom of the glass.
*rolls on the floor laughing…takes a break to take the inhaler…and then resumes again*
Anyways, The movies supposed to be hitting Majestic at the start of Jan, must go watch this nonsense… Only for Jacob of course. Hehehe *sparkley eyed!*
A good end for a hard week of school
Soon I am going out with my man Hitch to down some brewskies, though I have been excericising for the past 15 minutes nonstop but now that´ll all be for nothing, hu hu…
Tomorrow I am having a long awaited Star Wars marathon with my friend Lucien, we are going to watch all 6 movies, along with drinks and snax, it is gonna be loads of fun ^^
Speaking of Star wars, and seeing as it is christmas soon; what i would really love for xmas is a Star wars t shirt! Just look at these cool ones! Just watched the finale of Idol Sweden…and it is so embarrassing ow low the quality of Swedish talent is…its really shameful when compared to the elite like in American Idol, it seems everone there has the superstar potential over there, no matter which competition it is…but the thing about sweden is that they dont understand how pathetic and untalented they, they just really TRY to make a big ordeal of things, try to make things look really cool that it overshines the quality of the performers… Urgh, I just sit and think….” What da fuck is this SHIT????” Nobody seems to realize the stupidity of Swedish idol, Sweden got talent and all that…
-Time to wake up!
Just compare these two winners from previous seasons…I wonder if you can see the difference????
Swedish Idol sucks monkeydonkey cocks rubbed in bullshit, smuthered with tutti frutti sprinkles!
OH how wonderful is this that i fuck my daughter and she does me. She is so wonderful. Her nice young tongue goes deep in my pussy and ass and she fucks it so good and hard. Missy is my apple of my eye. Her nice perky tits are to be felt nice and easy. she took a dildo and rammed it into my pussy deep and hard. Not only did it feel good but i cam so hard. OMG if you want a wild one try us. We can get you a nice special. You wont go wrong. LOVE MOMMY MONIQUE
This posting has been in my draft folder for about a week and I finally have a chance to complete it and post it. My apologies.
The words “It’s Over!” carried through the house! I told her that we should separate! The insecurities and the accusations have finally overflowed! I am not going to live with and be married to someone that doesn’t trust me, doesn’t believe me and I damn sure have no trust or belief in anything she tells me. She says she loves me but yet in the same breath tells me that I am cheating on her and I am not telling her the truth!
I have devoted 14 years to this woman. 2 years of asking her to go out with me. almost 12 years of marriage. Not once did I stray! Not once did I do anything to break any trust or the ability to believe what I say! Yes! I said I think it would be a good idea to separate! Her comeback: “I’m not gonna comeback to you after you go out and have your fun and screw around.” WTF??? In my mind, a separation was a chance for both parties to be away from each other so they could think about things. Life. Marriage. What they wanted. Etc. Apparently I was wrong. Apparently (according to her) it a chance for me to go out a screw around and not feel guilty!
This choice was not one that was easy to be made. This choice was a difficult choice because of my 2 girls (7 and 11). I have always had the interest of my kids at heart. I don’t care what happens to me, as long as they are not hurt or effected. They need to be happy. Although in a time like this, it’s a little harder but all I can do is try to make it easier and listen and talk to them. This is not a easy time for them. It sucked for my brother and I when my parents went through it. I can understand what and how and all the feelings that come along with it. I just want to be there for them!
So my marriage is all but over. She is staying through the holidays and then she is out! She keeps at me about everything! I am starting over too! I am keeping the house that I have been paying for by myself for the past 3 years! I am keeping my car! The only other thing I would argue would be the TV and my PS3. Come on! The kids are already a given!
She can whatever else she wants to take. beds, furniture, etc. She keeps telling me, “This is what you want.” I don’t ever recall uttering the words divorce! My words were separate! She took the next route and then tells me, “I will not be keeping your name, I will go back to my maiden and I am going to be filing bankruptcy I can put the car on there so if anything happens they cannot touch it. My credit sucks, I have nothing but the girls and I will be starting from scratch.”
So what am to come back with? Good Luck?? I dunno. My first marriage, my wife left in the middle of the day after almost 1 year of marriage. She wanted to go back to being a whore! Yes, I was crushed! Yes, I cried for weeks! I eventually got over it and moved on! This marriage is ending after 11 (almost 12) years! Will I be crushed? I don’t think so. I think I am almost ready for it to happen and be over with. It’s not even worth me doing anything else to even try. The trust is gone. The love is gone. The disgust is here. From BOTH sides.
I will keep on. I will be here! I will be happy again!
Hopefully I won’t feel the need to post anymore about this subject. That’s another reason for the title! next will be more uplifting, positive, happy posts!!!!
Last night was The American Music Awards, in which America basically apologized to Micheal Jackson for all the kid jokes because he’s dead now and can’t say anything. That was pretty much the night so there was nothing really else to report about it except that we learnt that Shakira has a fine butt. Look at those pictures and look at Shakira’s Ass! God damn, I never knew! Did you know? If you didn’t then it’s time to be like me and mark down Shakira in your Badonkadonk list.
I owe an apology to everyone that checks out my blog. I’ve been busy taking care of some personal business (as you may have read from my previous blog entry) and I am still dealing with it. All the aspects have been coming into play. Right now, I am taking it step by step, day by day! I am not making any decisions based of my gut, my heart, my head, my feelings or anything! I am taking a look at the entire picture and seeing how everything is coming together or apart.
My biggest concern is the well being of my daughters! No matter what happens! They are going to be a focus! Plain and simple. They may not understand what is going on right now, and they may not like the outcome but, I say this with thier best interests in mind. The hurt and hatred that I feel towards my spousal unit is only towards her! I need to somehow make my kids understand that I am not agry with them. They are not the reason daddy is not talking to mommy! It breaks my heart that they have to go through the same thing that me and my brother had to go through at around the same age.
What to do? I heard an analogy earlier that pretty much put everything into prespective for me and I would like to share it!
When you take a shower and the water is warm / hot, you want to stay in. When the water starts getting cold, you wanna get out!”
That pretty much sumed it up for me and it made alot of sense! We have both stated that neither one of us trust the other one. So when the trust has been destroyed and the lies are becoming apparent, do you call it?? The water has definately gotten cold! There is no turning the dial to get more hot water! It is all gone! The gas has been turned off to the hot water heater!!! Quit??
Or do you stick it out for the kids? I would rather be apart and happy than together and miserable. I think that the kids would see it as a better option once the separation takes place. They will see a happier daddy. They will see a happier mommy! Just not together! That’s the suck part.
So that’s what’s going on! I am not abandoning you! I just have A LOT of things going on right now! I will be posting but I don’t know if it will be an everyday thing! And again, I apologize!!!
Imagine how great that would be, getting head instead of needles and pain. You come in for a sore throat and leave with a sore cock.
Well we found a site that shows what it would be like. Packed with hot nurses and filthy doctors, the site features sex in the Dr.’s office. Maybe we can lobby our local congress asshole to add this to our new healthcare plan. For now go check out the action:
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Exploring your submissive side is something new to you, and despite the submissive longings that you have, you are still a bit unsure as to what to expect. Keep in mind that nothing is usually just as you think it will be. Therefore, not only will you be in store for some pleasant surprises, you will probably encounter some not-so-pleasant surprises as well. After all, you have found a dominant who has the job of stretching your limits and taking you a bit out of your comfort zone.
At the point you have found a dominant, several things should already have been discussed. You should have discussed your likes and dislikes, your fantasies, and your reasons for exploring your submission. You should also have discussed any hard limits that you may have. A hard limit is a limit in which the dominant knows upfront not to try and push you in that particular area. You should also have established a safe word which your dominant knows you will use if you want a scene to immediately stop.
At the point you have found a dominant, you should also have an idea of what kinds of dominant/submissive play he / she is interested in. There are many areas to explore in the lifestyle, and he / she may be interested in a few or in all of them. This is important for you to know in the beginning.
After the ground rules of your dominant/submissive relationship have been established, here are some scenes you will most likely encounter as a submissive:
The blindfold. The blindfold has long been associated with erotica as well as with domination/submission. There are different kinds of blindfolds. Some are thick and cushioned. Some are leather or soft plastic. Some dominants may choose to tie a scarf around your eyes. The purpose of the blindfold is twofold. First of all, removing sight enhances your other senses. Secondly, it adds an element of fear and uncertainty…which is an aphrodisiac.
Bondage. Bondage is a huge part of dominant/submissive play. Submissives enjoy the feeling of being rendered helpless as they are at the mercy of their dominant. The dominant enjoys knowing that he /she is in total control. There are many different kinds of bondage. Your dominant may use ropes, chains, handcuffs, soft wrist and ankle restraints, or spreader bars. In using those items, they may use them in different rooms or places. They may use them on the bed, chain you to the wall or a chair. They may bind your legs, your arms or your breasts. It all depends on how creative they are. *Something your dominant should never do is place you in bondage and leave you alone.This is very unsafe. If something happens and you get sick or need help, nobody will be there to assist you and you will not be able to call for help. If a dominant ever tries to place you in bondage and leave, immediately use your safe word to let them know you want the scene to stop.
Spanking or whipping. Spanking has long been an erotic fantasy of many couples. There are nerve endings in the bottom that make this a huge sexual turn on. It is also a vulnerable position that makes the submissive feel very given to her dominant. What you need to know, as a submissive, is that your dominant will most likely want to take a regular spanking to a more intense level. Some of the implements you may encounter are the hand, flogger, paddle, belt, riding crop, wooden spoon, stick, and the cane. There is also a strong possibility that your dominant will choose to whip or spank areas other than just your bottom. So be prepared.
Kneeling. Plan on kneeling…a lot. When you are in a dominant/submissive relationship, you must remember that you are not an equal to your dominant. They are in control. When you are with them, you will not be considered on the same level. You may find yourself kneeling when they enter a room, when they are relaxing, or having dinner. You may also find yourself kneeling in order to pleasure them.
Sharing. It is common for a dominant to have more than one submissive. Do not go into a dominant/submissive relationship thinking you are the only one in his life. This is an unrealistic expectation. Some dominants have a girl / boyfriend who has no interest in the lifestyle as well as a submissive on the side. Some dominants are into having several submissives. Some dominants want to have play parties where all of the submissives are there together. If this is a strict limit you have, it would bid you well to find out your dominant’s preferences before you get into a relationship with them. You may enter a dominant/submissive relationship as the only submissive in their life, only to find down the road that they want to add another submissive. Be prepared for this.
Some dominants also want to share or watch their submissive with others. This is another area that you need to discuss before entering into a relationship with your dominant. *If you choose to participate in any sharing activities, please remember to always use safe sex.
There is a huge difference in having an occasional submissive fantasy and entering into a submissive lifestyle.
The submissive lifestyle can be very fulfilling if entered into with eyes wide open. Being informed of what may be expected of you is essential before committing to a dominant/submissive relationship.
The succulent girls of Ridley High are about to graduate and this lust-filled take-off of a famous book fulfills every youthful fantasy ever dreamed of. Mad crushes on male teachers run rampant as our sweet young things explore their budding sexuality as well as each other’s bodies. So young, so innocent, so tender, these cute little lasses – bedecked in their mid-thigh uniforms – cross AND uncross their virginal legs for their instructors. With shoulder straps that outline their pert, young breasts, teachers struggle to maintain their raging passions. Student – teacher conferences take on a whole new meaning!! HOT!! Written by VCX
Ah, much better. I’ve had to suffer with letting my pubic hair grow to save it for a wax before my magazine shoot, and today I finally got my brazilian wax!!! Take a look at my beautiful BARE pussy:
And look…
no bum hair! Yay!
I also had my roots redone and a tone so I’m a knockout blonde again thanks to Hairy Rumours in Coffs Harbour. If you’re ever in the area I recommend them.
I revisited an old favourite of mine, cheeky skirt shot. Back when I first tried it I had black hair:
This time I thought I’d put a school girl spin on it with my blonde hair, I probably should have used pigtails but it was a rather impromptu shoot. Maybe next time…
So, knockout or not? Leave a comment to let me know what you think =)
I talked with my cuck today because I was contacted by a ‘group’ on the adult dating site. Basically they are a couple, and not a bad looking one either, who hosts sex parties and I am considering attending one further down the track when we are more immersed in the lifestyle. I reason that if there are no men I find attractive I can always use a strap on to fuck the women or vice versa, and they take photos at these parties so expect some of those shots later on! Are you excited?
I asked if my fucking another woman would be cuckolding or helping him to be dominant, but I spose if he is included in the two girls play it is dominant and if he is not involved it is cuckolding. He said he would rather be involved in the girl/girl action, but would rather not be involved in any action I have with other men because he believes he will feel intimidated by the other man/men, which is fine by me.
Sorry if I’m boring you out there if anybody actually reads this, I can’t tell because there are no comments =( Apart from frenchcuck, thanks for leaving a comment and supporting me. Greatly appreciated! =) More blogging after my magazine shoot on friday.
Okay so usually im too lazy to write about games I play nowadays, but yesterday I found a game I really enjoyed. A game that deserves the time it takes to write an article. The game was Machinarium.
Besides the fact that this game has the most annoying title to pronounce, I didn’t know much about it. I saw it on the steam store when I browsed around for some game that might entertain me for a couple of hours. I started to look at the print-screens, well fair enough the game has one of the most amazing artworks i’ve ever seen. The whole game is hand drawn to perfection.
There was no decent reviews to be found. So I took a chance and just got the game hoping that if the game sucked I could look at the pretty pictures at least. I must confess that I’m a huge fan of point and click adventure games. I even bet I could jerk off to monkey island (fuck yeah I’m hardcore). Machinarium got it all right. Artwork, humor, controls, all of them was perfect to my taste.Only complaint is that it’s so short! I need more damn it!
What is this awesome game about you might ask? Well it’s hard to pinpoint since all you get is short, crummy drawn videos that tells the story the more you progress through the game. You’re a small robot, and you are getting bullied around by some asshole robots. You need to stop them from blowing up the city with a bomb and save your girlfriend from the prison. As I said you only get videos to tell the story so the characters don’t have any names.
It took me about 5 hours to get through but I did the whole thing pretty quick. If you’re a point n’ click veteran like myself you might do better but count about 5-7 hours gametime of awesome animations and an interesting story.You can clearly see that this game is inspired by “The neverhood” wich is a good thing. Because I love that game. Also go play the neverhood now if you haven’t done that yet.
A great indie game wich you NEED to play to be cool.
You can play the demo online in your browser at: http://machinarium.net/demo/
Today I got a call…lately the calls I get are the “suck big monkey balls and hairy purple ass” variety, bad news and more bad news…karmatic in nature. Yet my life is still “G”….oh where was I…yeah, I got laid off. I’ve been dodging that particular bullet for over 3 months. That was a call that was to have been made before I took a medical leave.
Looking at the bright side...where there is none
So now what? I am not sure what is next, my employment or rather unemployed situation is on the backburner…I’ve got other issues to tackle, like back surgery number 4.
But if anyone has any answers…I have questions…
Can I collect unemployment benefits if I am collecting Long Term Disability payments?
Can I win the lottery, even if I don’t play the lottery?
I win, I win...oh wait, I need a ticket first..
Oh and I took a shower…yeah I know that shouldn’t be big news, I actually do take a shower every day, and no this one wasn’t any more special than any other shower…but after stepping out of the shower I cut my hair…yeah again…I’m working on gradually going shorter…maybe the kids won’t notice when it’s all gone….
I try to look this sexy when I do it, but it doesn't work, but hey I try
Why do I have a zit? At my age…I should be worried about wrinkles not zits…but I guess on the flip side I have verification that I still have active hormones..woohoo..
The feeling of your skin, sliding gracefully under my hands due to the body lotion that I´m applying turns me on. The sweet smell of pear from the lotion, mixed with the smells of your freshly bathed skin make for an exquisite experience. As my hands run down your bare back, I can sense with the tips of my fingers each muscle, their reaction to the firm pressure of my hand. Your body starts to loosen, your breath becomes less regular, an occasional deep breath, followed by some shallow breaths as I slowly work my way down your back.
When I reach my point of interest, as I start rubbing the lotion just below your lower back, I decide to work my way up from your feet. My dick, rock hard, pulsating at the rate of my heart beat, oozing in excitement, rubs accidentally on your leg, I don´t even know if you noticed it, but I just got even more horny. I spread more lotion on my hands, grab your foot. I never thought I could get turned on by feet, but with you, everything is turning out to be possible. As I rub the lotion, one foot at a time slowly climbing up your legs, you spread them ever so slightly, justo so I can squeeze my hands into your thighs. As I do, your glistening, dripping wet pussy, is revealed to me. My mouth waters, my cock thrives to get into you. I start rubbing your ass. Grabbing as hard as the lotion will allow me. Spreading your cheeks, I get glimpses of your pussy and asshole. I am now so horny I barely know what to do…
I flip you over, time for a front massage… I focus a bit on your breasts, but the memory of your pussy, spread open, is all to inviting. After little time, my mouth has reached your lower lips. I suck in your clit, rub it and flick it in my mouth. Your moans, and deep sighs of pleasure just entice me more. I don´t want to stick my fingers in you just now. I want to lick every inch of your pussy. You move your pelvis, you don´t even notice it, but position yourself so that I can reach your pussy better. As I lick up and down, I find a new point of extreme reaction. Your body arches, you groan, grab hold of the bed clothes as your hands clench in fists. I like the reaction. You seem to like it too. That little space, between your ass and pussy, that´s what did it.
We are now both so horny and excited, we forget about the doctors appointment, and I stick my finger inside your pussy, as my hand and tongue move, so do you, trying to get the best out of my fingers and mouth. A third finger, accidentally at first, rubs the new discovery, now dripping wet with a mix of my saliva and your lubrication. My fingers glide in and out your pussy, my other one, bumps over and around your ass, until it gently slides in. You almost shriek. I ask you if I should stop, you tell me to go on, not to stop. I gladly obey… I couldn´t stop to think about putting my dick in your mouth, to be in all your holes at once… but I was too entertained. You came, wonderfully, squeezed your ass and pussy so hard, my hand almost got thrown out.
You looked at me, pulled me up and said… “fuck my ass” (or at least that´s a close translation). My dick was already there… I slowly pushed in. In a mix of pleasure and pain, you grimaced…
I was deep in your ass when your groans, your squeezing and my horniness made me come. I came for a good long time… We stayed like that for a while, my partially hard dick, still deep inside of you, feeling every reaction of your body.
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Let’s face it. Everyone’s going to experience varying degrees of embarrassment in their lifetime. No amount of careful planning or extreme level of avoidance is going to get you through life unscathed by failure, feelings of shame, or unusual amounts of humiliation. If your parents didn’t teach you this at a very early age, then you will have farther to fall, but take comfort in the fact that most of your friends will probably have a good laugh at your expense. It’s your basic win-win situation, with the exception being that it’s much harder to find the “win” as you’re falling than it is for your friends to fist-pump while shaming you with a Sharpie.
You don't have to be the ass in a demotivational poster, but chances are you will.
There are some things, however, that I find shouldn’t need step-by-step instructions or hours of intense research from such renowned resources as Texts From Last Night or ehow.com. Take, for example, women and general gynecological decorum. It should go without saying, or explaining in written form, that when at the gynecologist’s office pretend you’re Roman. No, not dressed in a feather-plumed helmet and ready to conquer lots of countries. But basically, assess your environment and look for cues as to what to do next. Maybe come prepared with a list of questions, but by no means should a gal use this as an opportunity to show off her flexibility, her witty sense of humor, or lack of inhibitions. Perhaps a detailed list IS in order.
1. You don’t have to be laid back, feet up in the stirrups before the doctor even comes in the room. You are not at home or in the corner of a random bar at 3:00 a.m.
2. No matter where your ass is on the exam table, you’re going to be told to scoot down. And scoot down some more. And then maybe one more little scootch. Try not to let air escape from either of your orifices. This is your BIGGEST no-queef/no-fart moment of the year. If you fail in this moment, you will ruin your carefully constructed atmosphere of pretending your girl parts aren’t hanging out in the breeze. Burping is probably okay and even though it’s a little lowbrow, you’re doctor will be mentally thanking you.
3. It’s perfectly natural for some women’s nipples to be erect during the breast exam. But if they look like two uninterested silver dollars, DO NOT pinch them in an attempt to look perky. More than likely, you’ll probably spend this time avoiding your doctor’s eye contact and humming the Sesame Street theme song in your head. Don’t forget to say “monthly” when asked how often you perform a breast exam. Synchronize that word and this moment in your mind and make a silent vow to start performing monthly breast exams. You may think that having a steady partner or just being a ho on a regular basis means this job is done, thereby giving you permission to check it off your list, but you are wrong.
4. When the physical exam is over and the doctor hands you some tissues, avoid taking this as an opportunity to be cute and saying something like, “That’ll be $75!” That’s just going to make you sound cheap. And probably a little disrespectful.
Nice ‘stache. Did you print your medical degree off the Internets?
5. One thing that always seems to come up: questions about your sexual activity. This may include a question like, “Do you have anal sex?” IT’S A LEGITIMATE, HEALTH-RELATED QUESTION! It’s not going to be posed to you like, “Do you ever put the p in your a and then back in your v?” You cannot text in your answer. You should just be honest despite the fact that the nurse is going to call you a skank whore the minute you leave.
I think that’s a pretty comprehensive list and definitely feel like I’m doing my part for the betterment of a younger generation of women….and gynecologists. I am going to add this skill to my resume. You’re WELCOME.
The reason why the USA is probably the top close-minded developed country is the ridiculously strict censorship. A week ago (September 13th), a British film about Charles Darwin saw this problem face-to-face. It has failed to find a U.S. distributor because the subject of evolution is too controversial for Americans. The U.S. needs to get off their ignorant asses, and open their minds. The U.S. film distributors need to come out of their hiding spots and not be scared of a little controversy. Controversy is a good thing. It gets you noticed!
U.S. censorship has become so out-of-hand, that artists have begun to censor themselves. There are artists out there who feel they cannot fully express themselves without being harassed by people from agencies like the FCC and MPAA. When a person feels like they can’t fully express themselves, it’s called repression. The government is repressing artists on a daily basis. Last time I checked the history books, repression is a bad thing. Right? Slavery was repression. What the U.S. is doing to it’s artists is the equivalent to slavery. The government has repressed the artist’s freedom of expression.
It’s time for the U.S. to stop being scared of change. Of differences. Of controversy. If the United States are supposed to be “united,” why do I feel so left out?
Growing up I was this, that or the other, grown up I have been this, that or the other as well (I could spell this, that or the other to you, but use your imagination while I keep some filth off the internets).
We are all responsible for ourselves. Whatever went on when we were young, once we are adults, we have to get over it and become the people we want to be.
We can only blame so much of it on the physical and emotional abuse, or the divorce of our parents. Sure there is much truth in how these incidents do screw up individuals, especially when it comes to trust. I had an ex who once admitted a former girlfriend had cheated on him and because of her I was never to be trusted, well there is a reason he is an ex.
What about others?
The others…if the others are children we are responsible for molding them, but after a certain point they are who they are.
Can we make them into what we want them to be?
We can’t, at least in my experience I haven’t found it to work this way…several have tried making me into something I can never be, I will always be the imperfectly perfect person I am, like it or not, don’t like it kiss my big fat ass…or flat ass, depending on which way my ass is going…one day it’s big then the next day I can’t find it…sheesh, I love my ass!
Should we want to change them, or can we grow to accept that people are different?
I don’t want to change anyone, why would I want to make them into something they only are for my benefit? We are all different and different isn’t always bad…what if I made them what I wanted/needed them to be for me but they weren’t who they needed/wanted to be for themselves, maybe I’d be happy but they wouldn’t be happy (deep inside) and sure I might pretend it’s okay, but I would know.
I’m still feeling these thoughts out and I try to see the world from different angles…
Last week I got hit on by a clown. I’m not sure if I should be insulted or flattered. Should I consider it the ultimate high or did I reach a new low? Let me share the circumstances of the compliment. I was wearing a form-fitting sundress and a pair of oversized sunglasses. My hair was flowing free with bouncy curls and my black woman ass-ets were in full effect. He started with, “Excuse me…”. I thought it was a good enough opening line, especially since he said it from behind. I swear I’m not trying to rhyme. He followed up with, “I just have to tell you that I think you’re beautiful.” I turned and saw that he was dressed in full clown regalia complete with hair and nose. Wow. WOW. I thought for a moment. Then, the words came. “Thank you,” I replied. “You look really nice as a clown.” WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY??? He shoved his business card my way. “I look nice underneath this clown suit too.” Me: A nervous laugh. Shudder. Breathe. Take the card and leave. I thanked him and moved on. My girlfriend, translation: friend who is a girl, could not stop laughin. “Was that a clown?” she said. I couldn’t answer. I kept walking and laughing to myself. When I stopped to contemplate the Pheromone exchange, I realized the clown couldn’t possibly have seen my face. So, then what part of “beautiful” had warranted me the forthright response? I determined it must have been the Hair/Azz combination.
I submit to you Exhibit A: the post-baby derriere. Opposed to the pre-baby derriere, the post-baby derriere is wider, plumper and sags with a certain umph. It is characterized by such terms as phat dunk, round mound… you get the point. It’s much more than most men can handle publicly. Usually met with a wince, deep breath, or a conscious effort to resist erection, the post-baby derriere is highly praised for ending slavery, solving the Cuban Missile Crisis (single-cheekedly), and preemptively nominating the first-lady to Maxim’s Top Ten Hot List. Seriously. Don’t underestimate the post-baby derriere’s power. You’ll lose every time.
Exhibit B: The long and flowy non-weave. Blame it on the potential “pullability” factor in a heightened climatic environment. Blame it on the endless Pantene commercials and Cindy Crawford ads of the 90’s. Blame it on the adverse affect of Pink and Rhianna’s boyishly mod haircuts. The sex appeal of long, natural locks in a summer breeze is undeniable. Its importance is comparable to the ebb and flow of the tide to a seaman, and the star and crescent moon to a muslim. Oh yeah, it is that deep. If you don’t think so, ask the Koreans who have capitalized on the unbeweavable trend of merchandising pre-packaged synthetic and human hair to the African-American community. What’s that you say? Yes, I do know that white women wear weave. Right now, that’s not the subject. When you write your blog, you can talk about Taylor Swift’s extensions. Right now, sistas are the topic. At least the clown that day dubbed it that way.
I am a black woman. I celebrate black women in all their beauty - cafe au lait and creamy caramel to deep, dark, velvety cacao bean. I’ve worn my hair near bald, natural, pressed and permed. I love it all. This is not an exploitation of the features of black women or any other race of women for that matter. This is merely my observation of a series of isolated incidents, a simple cause and effect scenario if you will. I am here to testify about the case of one clown who accosted me with flattery not once but twice. (He also found me at the street fair 45 minutes later and said, “I see you!”) I’m here to testify about men everywhere from Waikiki to Washington D.C., California to the Cayman Islands, and Illinois to Italy, who have gawked, leered and incited riots on my behalf. The Hair/Azz combination is to be respected and feared. Many times they have stood alone and are a marvel to behold. Together they present overwhelming evidence in support of one hell of a case of merriment and wonderment. If you don’t believe me, ask the clown.
Persnickets Self-Adjustment: Be prepared for anything and expect the unexpected.
Due to my ass showing up on all sorts of websites nowadays I’ve started getting some leads on where it might be. I thought I’d share some with you.
“i feel compelled to let you know that your ass has been spotted at the embassy of great britain in washington DC.
it was crossing the street in a very quick manner as if it was running from something… or someone!
i hope this tip has been helpful and that it will aid you in your search.
may you find your ass in good health.
peace and love”
“Not sure what, if anything I can offer other than moral support but I do wish you the best in your efforts to reclaim what appears to have been one hell of an impressive donk. Damned gypsies. On a comforting note, I am sure the replacement ass is not without a certain level of charm.
Schnoogins!”
I have an “impressive donk”. I love that shit.
And finally, my favorite thus far:
“I think you might be in luck! Your ass escaped her romanian gypsy camp in the fall of 2003, but not without heartbreak. You see, by the time it made it to the resistance group she had already lost much of her spirit. Years after sitting around mourning the loss of her fallen asses back in the labor camps had made her fat and saggy. That all changed when she met Renaldo. He tought her to love again, to live. She got her ass off the couch and started to become active again and to stop crying about her fat posterior. They lived happily ever after. Until Renaldo got hit by a train.”
This is the reason that I do things like post missing ass posters.
Remember Lindsey Evans? She’s the hot little piece (see lots of pics after the jump) that won the Miss Louisiana Teen Beauty Paegant last year. Subsequently, she got busted for walking out on a tab in a restaurant, and then arrested for having weed in her purse (which should not be against the law!!!). As a result of being busted with the weed, poor Lindsey was stripped of her crown.
Click here by the way check out this past post of other beauty paegant winners gone “bad”……………
Anyways, so Lindsey has done the right thing to move on from this controversy, she’s posed nude for Playboy!!! It’s really the right thing to do if you think about it. So click below to see all of the nude pics of the SMOKIN HOT Lindsey Evans. Enjoy…………
CLICK HERE TO SEE THE HOT GALLERY OF LINDSEY EVANS NUDE……………..
