Please, ladies... dick pics are just plain silly.
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Posted:Nov 21, 2017 8:32 am
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I've had a couple of chicks ask for a dick pic. I couldn't do it. First of all, that's some thirsty ass shit to do in my book. It's really something you send your enemy after fucking his girl deep & raw. You text him something like "I'm selling these speakers. Heres what they look like." And, BAM! He's looking at a shiny babymaker with a caption that reads," Stop looking at my dick you faggot!" 
Anyways... I once tried to accommodate a request b/c she asked nicely (Too many bitches demand that shit like prison on a boy band forum, but I digress). So, I go through the hassle of working up a stiff presentation for some chick that isn't here & immediately get the sense that I'm taking a picture of my dick in case I lose it or something. Then, I thought about her collection of dick pics on her profile. That's when my brain glitched with a visual of dicks everywhere like acres of dick wheat waving in the breeze of some field in Kansas. My erection was gone & I had to tell homegirl that I'm not into that cornballery. Dick pics are gay & their community can keep that trend. I guess they're cool. Butt, I digress.
In the end, it reminds me of these suburban thugs who twitter beef and post pics of themselves pointing some unregistered firearm as if that can't show up in court. I've gotten a digital death threat before & I laughed my ass off. Now, of course, I'm still here & maybe that guy had just got caught up in taking the right dick pic for the same chicks I've seen demand that sort of thing.
Peace, luv, and chill!!
And yoooo! I've seen a lot of women complain about dudes taking ass pics.  Who the hell started that shit?????
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New Word: Antididactism
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Posted:Nov 20, 2017 6:42 am
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2018 6:35 am
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Bugging with the fellas this weekend, we came to the conclusion that mumble is just another gimmick to further lower the bar on spittin bars. Mumbling is a great way to use slurred slave-speak to force words together that do not rhyme even with a genuine southern accent. So, they mumble... which also give them the opportunity to be all chimed out & fruity on stage and forget their own rudimentary double-dutch lyrics & not get booed. Now, if they had skills & mad vocab, they wouldn't have to force words together. You're supposed to make new words that have the masses echoing your lingo.
That fact made me reminie about past words I've generated which even had English majors & professors realize that few of us come across an actual wordsmith. of my favorites came to mind:
Antididactism: 1. A fond belief in absolute ignorance and a refusal to ever learn some new shit. 2. Stupidity, foolishness, or absentmindedness [ex: Listening to trap over real Hip-Hop is an act of antididactism.  ]
I was writing something at some point and needed the opposite of autodidactic because I love a perfect balance of vowels and strong consonants. So, after typing my new word, spell-checker put that squiggly red underline beneath it. I thought "cool" & maybe I just misspelled it. But, after half an hour of grammatic research, I found out that there was no existence of a word which deserves to live.
Now , go out and stump ppl with my new word. But, do send your shout outs and nuff respects back to I, Poetyk. Peace!!
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Were the fireworks about love or war?
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Posted:Jul 7, 2010 7:00 pm
Last Updated:Nov 19, 2017 12:57 pm
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They say all is fair in love and war. I’m not a fan of clichés, but that may be the best one of the ages. It makes me wonder if the general concepts of love and war can be interchangeable. Both subjects share the ultimate risk of losing a loved one and share the same goals of lasting peace. Neither should be handled with recklessness.
This weekend, I was watching my neighbor’s firing off their skyrockets and roman candles galore. The fireworks were bursting from all around my house and for at least two blocks worth of explosive colours. I wondered if it was about the love for national independence or just a preoccupation with the effects of war. Once again, it seems interchangeable. Some of the same people who can’t start a fireworks show without the national anthem are the same folks who’d only care to drunkenly firing any guns into the air for the sake of just making noise. It’s all sparks and gun powder in the end. So, the significance of the fireworks and gunshots correlate mainly to the intent of who’s firing those sparks. If some of those bombs bursting in air were about love for country while others were about glorifying war, then the sky was filled with both love AND war. Now, how does love and war so easily coexist?
If there ever was a Book of Love, then I’m sure it read like the Art of War which teaches us to know thy enemy. You have to observe and understand your opposite without crossing the boundaries to alarm. You should be equally diligent whenever attacked or else you will prematurely spend your ammunition. Love and war are so interchangeable that one can quickly become the other without warning. Many of us have a hard time differentiating between the two. I, myself, will often fear love’s greater potential for destruction than war because love IS in fact your most vulnerable state. You’re defenseless because you can’t love with a shield up. So, when love becomes sudden war, the psychological devastation is so intense that it may feel better to self-destruct. No one is above this fear.
Many may simply choose to stick with war as the end justifies the means. Love isn’t that simple where the means will justify the end. So, if you can’t understand war, then love may quickly eat you alive. We all must pick our battles wisely and even more so when choosing lovers. Just make sure you remember the difference.
In watching my neighbors fireworks fly from July 3rd-5th, I came to realize that each colorful explosion was an individual event to individual people. I didn’t care what their reasons were. I basically chose to see what I wanted to see. It was… a sparkling attack of the love and I hope we all saw the same beautiful shit.
Peace!!
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The Worst Sex I Ever Had
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Posted:Jun 25, 2010 4:07 pm
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2010 8:38 am
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Let's call her "Teresa" and she lived a few towns over to the east. We were about 16 and she asked me out to her junior prom at her school. I said," Cool! Why not?" and I still wish that I had hung myself that day. From the moment I agreed to go, it was all nagging & narcissistic bullshit. I had put myself in a position to be her Ken to her plastic Barbie world. The only thing she didn't bitch about was all the money I was spending. I had $200+ in my young unemployed pockets that night. She didn't care where it came from, but I was such a thug if I needed a cigarette from all her stress.
The prom itself was so vanilla that some vanilla dj played Vanilla Ice and the crowd actually went wild. The song played out years before, but "Ice Ice Baby" this was there white anthem. She was the only person there that I knew. How many times did she get up to socialize & deal with other people's problems? Too fucking much while I continued to chill. Don't you hate when that happens?
Fast forwarding, we leave the prom and head to the motel my Pops reserved near her town. She goes into the bathroom, changes into some lingerie, and watches tv with some come-get-it grin. Watching tv ain't sexy, but I played along. Now, Teresa was aesthetically vicious w/ a curvaceous body that was more pornographic than Serena Williams. Her skin was soft chocolate with a burgundy hue. Her face was nearly identical to Nubian queens now displayed in gold. But, no queen would enslave her inner-self to be deformed by external definitions of her own being. Her eyes didn't lead to a soul as much as they led to another girl locked inside. Was I wrong for expecting more than flesh to bone?
As she laid watching tv with a smirk on her face, I wanted to believe there was more than meets the eye. So, I grabbed her ankles to pull her across the bed and she lit up with anticipation. We began kissing and touching until she stretched out to grab some Lifestyle condoms. Damn... I had to squeeze my dick into the tightest brand ever. The genital suffocation had taken me half out my zone, but I was still ready. What ensued was a series of half-hearted routines meant to prove what didn't need to be proven.
She was too arrogant and moved like every man wants the same thing. It was all so mechanical as she only got smuttier when I tried to make it sexier. Teresa seemingly couldn't tell the difference and I soon started to look like a jaded male pornstar while she worked it for more exposure in the game. There was a disconnect from her soul and her body that bothered me. She held back everything she pretended to be about while giving me what suckers were happy to take. After a night of limos and evening attire, we should not have been fucking like an informal fling. I didn't bet on making love, but I did wait months for her. It was like finally uncorking a fine bottle of a creamy Chardonnay to find that it was full of Budweiser and penis envy. Don't you hate when that happens?
She wasn't really half-hearted, just half real. Things would have been amazing if she was just a girl I might've gangbanged, but this was out of place. I thought I was paying for the pussy and I then began realizing I may have spent over $300. Now, I really felt nothing between her superficiality and the lifeless latex strangler on my dick. Teresa rode me hard until she said she was cumming. I guess she came, but after well over 30 mins. I didn't even come to an estimate. I felt a coin in my back more than I felt her. Eventually, we both gave up and I was just happy to get that tight & dry condom off my dick to let it breathe again. The whole night was lame.
I had the hot chick w/ big breast, the limousine entrance, and cash bulging out my tuxedo by Pierre Cardin w/ his cologne to match. I was some 16 year old P-Diddy for a day & it was boring. Any other dude would've been bragging about that night. I just learned that I'm not easily impressed and I should've asked her for my money back.
For the next 10 years, she'd occasionally pop out the blue and biannually act as if I was supposed to wanna marry her and even asked if I'd father a with her. She'd try to TELL ME that we had a bond and she wasn't getting younger, but it was all game to drag me in her list of dicks. Teresa was a stripper, a sorority girl, a college cheerleader, and had even been shared by 2 actual blood brothers. All Teresa could do was turned me off whenever she'd ask me to spend the night. I could only see her lack of sincerity and her insane disregard for my individuality as a man.
The bitch brought me a puppy and disappeared like moves will keep me on the back-burner. When women actually try moves, I only see a displaying the crap she fell for. Let's call it the Golden Shower Rule: Piss onto others as you've allowed dogs to piss onto you. Don't you hate when that happens?
In conclusion: The worst sex I ever had... would have been great if I didn't expect more from "Teresa".
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Psychological Gentrification & the Emotional Pimpology: Impropaganda
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Posted:Jun 21, 2010 5:16 pm
Last Updated:Nov 23, 2017 6:31 pm
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There's one amazingly dynamic young sistah who had told me of an experience that ruined her day. She got into a discussion on interracial sex with a supposedly mature black woman who was ONLY into white men. The sistah was fine with interracial sex, but the near 50 year old woman said," White men have the ability to make you disappear. Now, imagine what he can do for you in bed." She said that it broke her heart and she cried for so many reasons that shook me as well. If you do not understand why she cried, then the rest of my blog is ultimately beyond your comprehension.
I originally did not want to entangle myself with this painful element of society. But, these are the people who most trivialize black men with fake progressiveness & real bigotry. Let's start with a small fraction of the big picture.
There is a group topic in many group forums called "Reasons Why Black Women Date White Men". It is only found posted in forums that are just for black women and white men. The posting is nothing but a list of blatant distortions and a prime example of racist propaganda. It reads like a spiritual hymn to the idolatry of white men who were truly wallowing in this call to easy pussy.
The worst part is that a black woman had posted it. Furthermore, she posted it 5 times in 5 forums. It's like she was passing out fliers for the Aryan Nation. I searched for Black men doing this for white women and vice versa, but I've currently found nothing like this. You'd know that I'm not surprised by this phenomenon if you read this:
So, I typed
Compelled to go beyond the obvious problem, I had to research the very nature of their behavior. There little to no opposition to this outright assault on black manhood. I saw the forked tongues of disingenuous white boys hinting at the incorrectness of that posts while feeding on the weakness of it all. Now, before I provide links to see for yourself, I want you to recognize all details and make some key observations. For example:
[group_post 2372971] posted 4/28/2009 5:54 pm
This one starts with a white male, over-joyed by this prayer, who posted 3 consecutive comments until he got some attention. There's more white cockiness, cat calls, and bitches denouncing all black men. I saw 1 sign of outright repudiation of this filth & it seems her comment was politicized down & then DELETED. Her name was MissPhatBootyde. Searching for more words from her, I saw some latin thrown at these girls(language of stolen wisdom), and saw 1 girl on page 2 that looked the phoniest. I click her posts and found a staggering contradiction. Here:
5/1/2010 9:44 am [group_post 2372971]
teckaj: I totally agree. I am very attracted to white men.Cause of these things that are said. Now my friends are starting to understand why I love dating white men.
5/1/2010 9:57 am Why are white men afraid of black woman.
teckaj: Thanks for all the advice. It is really helpful.
In 10 minutes time, she gave praise to white men & vows to recruit more black women. Then, she turns right around to gain advice from white men on why they treat her like a "trophy" & a "ragdoll". Irony on irony.
If you want links to all the placements of the list, then ask and I will make it easy for you. I want everyone to see that, we brothers, are virtually alone and ridiculed from birth. Many of our sisters have been turning us away since slavery. We are damned by generic fate to be used as a human resource for white power, white money, and white culture. The women who continue to sell us out are the ones who bought into the hype. They are too cowardice for the struggles of building what other cultures are enjoying. It is called- success.
Form this point on, I shall refer to them as the "Sist-O" (singular & plural form). Not "Sisters" w/ an "ER" for Eminent Respect. Not "Sistahs" with an "AH" for "Actions of Honor". I mean "Sist-O" with an "O" for Oblivious to her Own Oppression by Openly Obsessing Over the Opposite Offspring and to Outlandishly make Outcasts of her Own brethren. O yeah, and bill O'reilly can Obviously Occupate her Ovaries before president barack Obama. whites Only!
To my real Black Women who cry for us: I cry for you until I find you and die for you... again...and again until we win.
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Hope everyone had a great Father's Day!
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Posted:Jun 20, 2010 8:11 pm
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2010 5:17 pm
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Fatherhood seems to be a never ending journey of more introspection than constant household inspection. If he acts like something is always wrong in his house, then there will undoubtedly be all the problems he makes it out to be. I have now come to believe that a man's ability to define his role to himself should always take precedence over defining his role toward his family. If you already knew this... then, you are the man.
Today, I kept it simple on the grill. Things normally get crazy with things like salmon, steak and a bevy of grilled fruits & vegetables. My pops asked my sister and I to hook up something simple. I blazed the grill for him, my mother, and several other guests to a very pleasant dinner. The burgers were incredible. The drummets were on point, but the boneless breast came out a bit dry. Everyone had a good time and that's all that really matters.
Best wishes to all who wish to be their best. Peace!
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She came and then she cried.
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Posted:Jun 18, 2010 5:17 pm
Last Updated:Jun 25, 2010 6:14 pm
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*** SUGGESTED MUSIC FOR READING: Sade - Cherish the day ***
I was in this boring relationship with one woman and I guess that I just wanted to play house. Maybe, my life was getting so fast that I know I needed a square life appearance, but also wanted a square feel to it. I never wanted a 9 to 5 reality nor could I stand a gangster's life. But, sometimes I'd gravitate towards a gangster's moment.
I went over to where I keep my recording equipment to work on some new material. Later, I stroll down the street to see what's going on around the basketball court in the apartment complex. Somehow, someone told my ex-girlfriend that I was out there. She found me and said,"There you are." This was no ordinary ex. She was my favorite little vixen. If I was into pimping, then I could've made $100/day on her blind obsession with pleasing the flesh. I instead got the million dollar treatment every day & night with her almond tone, juicy titties on her small frame, and a sweet apple bottom. We had so much sex that other people thought we did it too much. When it was just us we'd agree, laugh, and fuck some more.
My girl simply wasn't half as adventurous as my vixen. My girl would just have a huge quivering orgasm which was hot, but she'd be out of gas and just wanna cuddle or actually pass out. I often had to hurry and get my one spark off like a female or she'd be done getting her's like a male. Plus, she wasn't a fan of giving or receiving oral sex. My vixen loved the taste of my cum as much I loved the taste of hers. I remember times she'd be giving me some incredible head and I'd watch her smile before making me blast in her mouth. She deeply enjoyed having me trapped in her sensuality. I swear there's nothing like a pretty smile around my dick.
Anyways, she talked me into a stroll around the park until the sun set hours ago. Everybody was long gone and we were alone at a park bench chatting away. Around that point... I you not... is an utter blur as to how we stripped and began having sex in the park. Maybe the guilt of cheating made me semi-conscience, but all I knew is that I needed to do some REAL fucking and this was thee freak to make it right. MY freak.
We teased, and licked, and sucked on each other as if to prove that we still knew every personal hot-spot. I sat back on that park bench and she preceded to straddle me like she REALLY needed to do this. My vixen had always emitted this aura of passion, but now she was on fire and so was I. My hands were running from her waist to thigh. She slid me inside and worked the head for just 2 seconds. Normally she'd tease me, but that night was no game. Her pussy was amazing when we first meet and it was home cooking after 2 years of continuously making it mines. We felt like the perfect fit and that had her wanting to cum already.
This made her highly emotional and almost irrational. She began to apologize for ruining our relationship. My vixen rode my dick while asking forgiveness. I just said,"Baby, it's ok." and she started to cry. I was speechless as she continued to ride me while shedding tears. This venerable approach to win me back was admittedly mind-blowing. Her body was all she had to give and I accepted. I stood up with her arms and legs wrapped around me as I hit it the way she loves it- long, hard strokes at a medium pace with an occasional grind. She was holding me close with teary-eyed moans in my ear. It drove me so wild that I would not have pulled out if you paid me too. Especially, after months of sub par sex at home. This was so wickedly exciting that if you walked right up on us, we wouldn't have cared.
My dick was like the in her candy store and she knew me well enough to know when I was going to cum before I did. She pulled me into an even tighter embrace as I held her almost to the point of being way too firm. Her tears were smeared across my face and on my left shoulder while her pussy was wet enough to hear outdoors. I lowered us back down onto the bench to try and hold my load just a bit longer and she kept going. Then... I came hard... and I came deep inside of her wanting body. I shot 2 or 3 hot streams in mid-stroke that felt like a century in one minute. My dick was still jumping inside her while we sat intertwined to kiss and bite each others lips. Her legs rested atop mines with my hands on her back. My tongue ventured up and down from her tongue to her excited nipples. Steadily, she was stirring my cream with her honey and that's all I can really remember from that point on.
I can't recall anything after... or even much before that haze of lust. I don't even know if I went home or stayed at my mother's that night. Maybe, I busted a nut AND a few brain cells with her. The ironic part is that I only came once like I would've at home, but what we did was so good that I was more than satisfied... I was confused.
Did anyone else ever cum so hard that you forgot if or when you actually went home that night?
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Why did I join some online sex site?
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Posted:Jun 18, 2010 2:37 am
Last Updated:Nov 22, 2017 2:10 am
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Because, I'm really not looking for any. Let's call it irony.
They say that public speaking is so much easier when you visualize your audience naked. Well, everyone is literally naked here. It's hard to arrogantly criticize anyone when your busy looking for booty. Any comments here have to be based purely on merits and principles or they can be about shallow preferences that often reveal yourself to be garbage.
For years, people have tried to talk me into networking on facespace, mybook or any of the general sites. They are just too general and flooded with an over-abundance of generic people with a regurgitated persona. I hate phony bullshit with it's stench of pop culture caricature. I know there's plenty of that here, but I already see that I won't be bothered by it too much. They're too naked to try my patience.
So, basically I'm just here to express myself mentally. Sexually, I'm not easily impressed. I was the cool cat in school, the artist they said was next to rule, and the hustler who never paid to walk into a club.
These are my thoughts. My memories. My wishes... enjoy.
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I've only had ONE female stalker
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Posted:Jun 11, 2010 6:20 pm
Last Updated:Jun 15, 2010 12:18 am
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Flashback:
I was at my then girlfriends house when she came home feeling bothered. I asked her,"What's up, babe?" She replied,"Your ex is sitting outside my house with a couple of her friends." Well, my ex was pretty rough around the edges and that's why we used to constantly fuck like rabbits on ecstasy pills. She was a bit crazy and she did make it known to me that she wanted her dick back. She even came to my girls door and said I was still fucking her. Either way, I told my girl not to worry about her silly ass. Two days later... my ex was gone for good.
How did I know that nothing would happen? Well, it's quite simple. One of the many reasons I left her is because she was soooo easy to get distracted. 
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So, I typed
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Posted:Jun 9, 2010 10:02 pm
Last Updated:Mar 3, 2013 8:04 am
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I've been checking out Local Sexy Swingers for a good week now & there's a very disturbing pattern that I don't think many will deeply discuss. It's very blatant when I'm out & about, but I've never seen it at the push of a search button.
I thought I would mostly see stuff like Sunsplash, Phreaknik, Black Love, or Chocolate Meet & Greet Parties. I was instead struck by the predominance of interracial interest groups and that's cool by 110%. They were mostly whimsical and international, but what struck me was the seriousness of one group called "black women and white men". I have no problem with the idea. I was disturbed by the over-analytical nature of what I saw inside of this and so many other groups just like it.
There was a long contract up front which states that ONLY white men and black women are permitted to join. I would be blocked from posting for being a black male. The sheer size of it's members and posts were huge when considering the fact that they were a localized group in Atlanta with banners and very high traffic. It dwarfs the open non-localized groups. I peeked in and read nothing but praise for one another based purely on race while the black male was frequently scoffed. There seemed to be a sociological dependence upon each other to feel progressive and it's really just a primitive curiousity of different people. Example: love muppets.
When I'd click to see what other groups the ladies might have joined, I saw the exclusive interest in only wanting white men. Some even post just for white men or lesbian forums... that's it. Interesting. White men or no men?
You might find a brother's profile or group forums that read "White girls only". However, it's all too common to find so-called sistas writing capitalized words like "WHITE MEN ONLY". Apparently, they're craving to suck some white dicks AND they're remaking the Apartheid signs for it. Black men who act like that will often accept their sell-out status. Black women with Jim Crow's Pussy have almost always spewed with excuses of rhetorical hyperboles and broad-blanketing bullshit with zero mention of how they may have mishandled their PERSONAL experiences with black men. Somehow, you've made it my fault and I don't even know you.
In speaking with white men/women, and reading there words on interracial relations, I notice that their desires in black men/women are mostly on a physical basis. Most black men attracted to white women also speak primarily on physique w/ the addition of a more approachable body language. These are all context of lustful elements that you can see from across the street. All this without discrediting the values of their own peoples.
In the case of MOST black women looking for white men... it's a different story. I've had to listen & read about things they just can't see from across the street or through a microscope. That is beyond simple sex appeal. It is something else.
I've seen many go on and on about the caucasian male as somehow being of both a more attractive and emotionally advanced people over the black males. They insist upon generalizing all of us into stereotypes like they'd rather be in a klan rally (I guess they're less aggressive). I've seen statements like "as a whole" or "they all". The worst is when they say "it's not personal" or "I just don't want a black man in my life right now". These words dismiss every black man they've ever met and all of whom they will never see in their entire lives, but they couldn't care less.
The part that really breaks my heart is that we've seemed to remain the most demonized men in the world for a loooong time now. Even the KJV, says we're the marksmen Kush to be feared like angels of death & supposedly the cursed sons of Ham. It continues to this day on FOX News and justified by the crap on BET. I fear knowing that more & more women from our own communities will no longer see past the stigma & opt to abort the Queens responsibility of fighting for our disempowered people. They just like to proclaim the title and worry about themselves.
I just hope that if they have sons to raise... well... I hope they aren't beaten for every little mistake & mentally marginalized to be another generation of thugged-out or punked-out stereotypes. Especially, in front of all those white boys in the house.
I'm done- y'all may now laugh at our pain & move on your next Backstreet Boy.
Peace!!
We STILL love you.
*** SOUND THE ALARM ***
My girl BlkChick4u90 has just complimented my sentiments with even more flames:
Poetky gets it right
When Hating Your Nigger Melanin Isn39t Enough Or Why White Men Are Preferred
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A Serious Question Addressed to White Only or Hybrids If I May
Fan Mail Or Why You Should Do More Than Skim My Blog
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First random blog
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Posted:May 31, 2010 3:28 am
Last Updated:Jun 10, 2010 12:50 am
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I love long sex and hate long games. The very nature of this site makes me skeptical as to who's real or just playing. Especially, in these sleepy townships, where locals are either walking dead or into transexual/goat-fucking type a freaks.
I do understand that goats can be caring sharing mammals & all, but I'm just not into goat-play or any beastiality. Well... ok, if a female HUMAN wants me to choke her & call her a sexy bitch... cool. She's not an actual female dog! So, if you're a goat, STOP sending me winks & farm photos. It's fucking disrespectful!
I ONLY want attractive, intelligent females of my own species. Why? Because, i love women.
LOL I just wrote this to work out the colors, fonts, and overall theme of my new blog. They'll be more. 1 luv y'all
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