Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Boys And Clothes is becoming one of my favorite blogs. Maybe it’s the male vs. female thing they got going on, but either way To Sweat or Not to Sweat? Are you a Sweater? definitely grabbed my attention. I left a comment, but I had to share it here. Soooo here it is.....
Wait....Wait....Wait. I AM A SWEATER and have always been. And I am not ashamed for it has never (never) got in the way of my action. I have to admit, it isn’t the best of the things to add in the bedroom (or.....) Throughout the years I have developed a few techniques.....lol. So fellas don’t feel insecure or none of that shit. If you hitting it right, a lil sweat aint gonna stop anything. But here are a few tips to keep your sweat in check:
-Have something to wipe yo dam head.....towel, wife-beater, blanket, etc.
Trust.....it is a bitch to have sweat in your eyes during sex
-If you’re sweating that bad, switch positions. Don’t be all in her face when you know you’re dripping. Switch to doggy.....you can wipe all you want and she doesn’t even know because she’s faced the other way
-Lastly don’t allow the sweat to take control. If you’re sweating, don’t get all insecure about it. Concentrate harder and tear that azz up. She may still talk about your sweaty ass, but she’ll invite you back…..only this time she’ll have something to wipe your sweaty ass with
Ight….Im starting to feel like Dr Phil-Goode......lol
Friday, November 21, 2008
After Reading my homegirl Patrice’s post on Boys and Clothes ........
Your words grabbed my attention before I formally met you, cause I knew you was ill. You didn’t look like them and it was so refreshing. Locks of love are what you call them and I agreed. I have the comment to prove it. And I just found out you like Radiohead, House of Cards is on my mind at the time. “I don’t wanna be your friend, I just wanna be your.....” Let’s just say we can chat about whatever. It hurts me to see a friend feel like her wings are in two. She should be over a cloud right now. I wish I could sing, lyrics seem more meaningful than a blog posting. As I think about it, Mo Beasley has a song called “Normal” and he talks about how we’re not normal. You should look it up.
Fuck society and anyone else who chooses to side with it. No hard feelings, but really fuck you. I’m tired of ill motherfuckers feeling left out or out of place, because doing just the norm just aint that cool. Thank he, who chooses them, because he could not know how to appreciate a real chick. Do your fucking thing; the real niggas would notice.....I have.........
Thursday, November 20, 2008
My dude Elvis Freshly/Emcee Nova/Rose Nov or whatever else he’s going by these days….lol has an ill blog called Brooklyn's Dream . He just did an in-dept analysis on who’s the best storyteller…..Biggie, Jay-Z or Nas. Nov goes in with examples from lyrics that bring you right back to the time you first heard em. I was open off the “But my mind's like a flower in bloom//peep how my eyes just scour the room//I'm alert plus I paid the clerk//I got it laid out//you think you the first nigga I played out……” from Jay’s Friend or Foe *98-In My Lifetime, Vol. 1. I haven’t heard that one in a minute.
My boy Steve-O from the acclaimed GFCNewYork had the incredible idea of posting the current feelings of his peers on his blog over at C to the JL . I'm all for real emotions, so you know I was into this. There were some great thoughts. In all, the postings to me were artistic expressions of an interesting generation. I was happy to be a part of it. So check it out!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Im like hella excited for this man right here. Since the first time I went to his myspace, I knew he was the truth. But the reason why he's at where he's at today is because of work.....hard fucking work. And yea Im working with him too......
Here's a link to his Billboard story...... Itz Mickey.....!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I'm walking. Does it matter to you where? It shouldn't, I'm walking. Should have cared when I was just chilling. Sorry I’m walking now. Meet you at the end if you have big enough goals...........
People always want more of what they can't have. They never appreciate you when you're there. They push you away then try to love you back in, like that's cool. That’s cold. My heart burned from your love, you seen the sweat and never passed a napkin.......She did. And don't hate words that stem from your actions. And don't want what you once had. And don't receive what you now don't deserve. Keep it life with me. What happens before a mistake is not important; it’s what I learned after that will never allow me to return. I'm a walker. My steps lead to a big clock with GoodLife engraved on the back. I’ll be ahead of it when I get there. My timing is perfect. Every lesson is learned and I'm rewarded with a hot new piece to add to the wardrobe. So when you compliment my style, contemplate my mind. Cause that's where it stems from. I'm walking my fucking street with my fucking ipod on mute, because my thoughts are too fucking loud. Hear me when I'm silent, and you'll understand me more. I'm quiet when I'm excited, look pass these readers and make out the words. The liars scream out words like they know me, and I aint rude but those aint my homies. I tell them bye then I say what's up. Cause they was gone when I met them, but they here when I leave them. Wished they could have followed, but I'm walking this way. No directions, I'm following my soul. Ask yourself could you walk with me and then listen for own directions. Walk........
Dude is like one of my favorite artist right now......and yea Im working with him too........
Theophilus London Freestyle & short Interview from Theophilus London on Vimeo.
Theophilus London Freestyle & short Interview from Theophilus London on Vimeo.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Who we are, are not like them. They see what we predicted. They call us ahead of our time when we are neither late nor early. Motherfuckers we are right on schedule. Don't question me, appreciate me. I don't even need you to understand me. Dogs still can't speak english. And don't get offended we are all animals. Some of us just choose not to accept it. Life is real whether you choose to live it or not. This morning I wore what I felt and didn't see anybody who looked like me all day. You do the math. There is no square root to this equation. Nigga do I look like a product to you? I'm more like the subject, and I climax everyday. Did I mention I was celibate? I gave up fucking the world a long time ago. Now we just live together. Agreeing to disagree. Your dance space, my dance space. I had a few more examples, but I think you get the picture.
So don’t like me, she does and that’s cool. Niggas aint like me since we started switching classes. That was my first experience with niggas and periods. Years later I'm immune to old dumb shit. Plus I met niggas like me, and they had girlfriends who liked them, so now it’s all crew love with cool motherfuckers not like you.....
Thursday, November 13, 2008
You're no longer needed, nor useful. This partnership is no longer cohesive. We have given and taken until now. You have not what I desire. Don't ask me what it is. It is irrelevant to your lack. I only speak out of respect, so don't look at me that way. You promise what you could not deliver and I will not allow my soul to fall delinquent. I'm coming out of you.......
I'm still here, but I need to go. You live a life not desired by me. It is not a misunderstanding, but a misdirection. Soon I’ll be back on track. You deal with me today, the same as you did when I was a child. I am coming out of you. I never birthed myself, yet it is difficult for you to determine the difference between me and the man that did. You are sorry; you just don't realize it yet. I accept your apology, even if I never hear it. I'm coming out of you.......
Peace motherfuckers, I'm gone! I say that to myself. My mans hardly get me anymore, and it’s just too easy to be misunderstood now. So I keep it the basics sports, money, and girls. And we all choose to agree or at least agree to disagree, so it all works out. But I swear with a few of them, it’s either my eyes are getting bad or these niggas just aint looking like they used to. Just the other day I felt the heated looks and these are from the guys I grew up with….not even the one I just say what up to. I see them trying to keep me in, but fuckers.....I’m coming out of you......
Monday, November 10, 2008
Tonight I'm off to see my first Godson for the first time. It has been a few months since his birth and I have received enough flack for not seeing him yet, so spare me please. He is also my first nephew which makes it kinda cool. I am overly excited. I wonder how the trip is gonna affect me. I'm sure its gonna be a pleasant, enjoyable, spiritual trip.
Young Mitch.....can't wait to see ya!
-Your Godfather......that sounds so cool!
Friday, November 7, 2008
I practice walking on my hands, so that I can eat her in a comfortable state. I lick the clit before I taste inside of her. She's alerted by my touch. I take a deep breathe, this time I'm doing 60. I really shouldn't hold my breath, but she's getting 60 of non-stop action. Shit I may even cum myself. It feels good to me when her thigh muscles start to tighten.....that's when I know I'm doing my shit. I peek or stare, never in between. I like to catch her in a natural state of ecstasy. I want all the ugly faces! I don't need that cute shit cause you know I'm watching. But the stare, now the stare is something serious. Cause while I'm watching you, you're watching me. And during the stare I'm going IN. I'm rubbing my hands up and down your legs......definitely adding to the sensation. I want you to wrap your legs around my head and then tighten that shit. I know you're about to cum when you start leaning up. You're grabbing my head as you cum closer. My dick is hard as hell. I can't even lay down anymore. I grab you by the waist and lift that ass into the air. It’s a privilege to have high ceilings. You give me this look like I better not drop ya ass. But I'm not staring, I continue eating. Dam you're getting loud.......wait...there's the face. Let me get my balance, you’re shaking like crazy. And you cum……..
I give you a second, but still keep you in the air. You don't say a word, but I can hear your breathing. I'm still hard, so when I lower you, I lower you at an angle. You're surprised by my entrance, but you like that I'm spontaneous. You stay in the air for a while.....floating and gyrating on my love stick. I close my eyes so that I can fly with you. We float on till I'm on top of you, and you're now grabbing the sheets. It has been your turn twice, but I'm thinking the thirds the charm. You lay on top of a pillow, so I now have the perfect angle. I'm happy to be back, and you seem pleased yourself. I don't want to close my eyes this time, so there is no floating. Its more like wrestling. Our bodies intertwine as the energy passes through and fro. The pace picks up, as does the volume. We are both beyond loud at this point. The scene is wild......I wish there were spectators. There's no way I'm gonna remember all of this. I want to bite her, but she bites me. I bite her back. She looks at me. We stare at each other for a minute......or 2. I lean in and kiss her lips, as if I'm kissing her G Spot. Its a soft, sexy, meaningful kiss. She retracts back to looking into my eyes, as I do her.....as I do her……….
Thursday, November 6, 2008
I love the feminism of Her. Her soft skin, Her curves. I love Her emotional take on life. I love Her fashion. I love Her choice in men, but really just Her last one. I wonder how cool it would be to not know Her and then meet Her again to fall for Her again. And that's weird because I hate double work, but it would be so cool to have double Her. No better yet double the time with Her. Like 2 lifetimes with Her. That way I can tell Her I love Her more than me......and mean it. I don't want Her to want for anything, just remain wanted.
Her eyes talk to me when I look at them. They say look at Her.....and never stop. So I don't. And now I hate blinking, but I try not to use the word hate. I don't want any negative energy around Her. Her mother told me she'll kick my ass if I hurt Her daughter. I told Her that if Her daughter felt any pain then I would feel the same, and I didn't need 2 ass whippings in the same night. She smiled I smiled back.
I'd like to think that I met Her, at least I really really hope so. Life can be brighter with Her. Long slow days of Her under the sun. I miss........Her.........
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
There are few words known to my existence that can describe the emotions in me right now. Proud is an under-statement to what I feel to be considered a Black Man in America. Barack Obama you have done so so so so so so much to uplift us a people, as a country, and now the world. There is nothing in this world known to man that I cannot accomplish thanks to you. And not just me, you give me enough hope to believe in my peers, my block, my borough, my city. You give new meaning to being an American. It’s a weird feeling that I'm starting to sense now, I think it may be some pride for my country and its new leader.
I definitely sense some new feelings inside of me. Ya see (....Barack voice!) I definitely believe November 4th 2008 marked a day for change. And it came in the 11th hour, right before a new day was upon us. My name is still Taurean, but you aint never seen this Taurean. And I feel the same way about others too, because I know they believed in Barack the same way I believed in him. So when I hit up my boys, I'll know it’s them because they'll respond to their name, but I know I won't be speaking to the same guys. I expect my sister Tempestt to shock me with her new self. I expect my lil brother, who just got caught for smoking weed at 15 to understand that he has the potential to be the biggest tree in the forest and that weed was just too beneath him. I expect my peers and I to take Hip Hop to heights unimagined by any of us. I expect guys like Mickey and Theophilus to kill shit, because they were dope as fuck before so imagine them now.
I expect a lot out of us because Barack showed us that we can do it. You decide whatever “it” may be. There are so many times when we are taught or told to appreciate times of sacrifices or to search for strength in the light of a dark and negative situation, but this time is different. We get to draw hope and courage from the hopeful and courageous. When I think of Barack, I get excited because I know the world is the playground and we can play in whatever part we want.
And to those who are looking for the quick fix. The more ignorant, not hopeful, I only pray that one day you see more of yourself as worth more than what your mind permits. But as we continue, there will be little that we have in common. No need will be the thesis.....enough is said.
Barack, I thank you again. My people, I look forward to meeting you all again. Let's continue to make history.........
Monday, November 3, 2008
My homegurl Patrice hipped me to the newly fresh blog Boys And Clothes . I’m definitely feeling the concept....life lessons for boys taught by girls is the mantra. And since I’m always interested in what crazy ideas the opposite sex comes up with, I’ll be checking in on the regular...lol.
Here’s a posting that caught my attention though. It’s titled “He Says, She Says”. It’s basically an interesting question posed by a guy that the ladies of B+C then answer. In this “He Says, She....” the guy expresses his urge to approach females in public, but is apprehensive due to not knowing how the ladies truly feel on the subject. One of the ladies answers by saying she does not want any guy, nice or not to approach her. She just isn’t into being “romantically approached by a stranger”. She continues, “How do I know this isn’t your only nice outfit?” Wow...!!!!? And “How do I know you aren’t some disgusting serial “bitch-bagger”?” Now I can agree with you wondering if I am a serial bitch-bagger....lol, but what if this is my only nice outfit? Shit we are in a recession! The second female response was a lil more constructive. She says if she displays a sign (IE. A smile, glancing, or even a stare), then it’s a go. But if your looks aren’t returned then KEEP AWAY!
I find this interesting because I can relate to Sport (the male subject who posed the question). You know females get approached and hounded all day by guys and even females too! Where does my approach lye in her day’s long list? Did homeboy on the train ruin it for the rest of us? I see her looking back, but you know how females are....? Dam she is gorgeous, but she probably got a man already. All of these thoughts run through our head, and for the decent guy, it just isn’t worth the disappointment, embarrassment, etc so we just don’t say anything. Now I know there are females out there who are like “Well just say something or how am I supposed to know if you don’t speak up?” But love it isn’t that easy. So females help us out a lil. We know you get harassed day in and day out, and we don’t want to be a part of that bombardment. But we just can’t let you go either. When I’m checking you out, I’m not thinking about laying you down. I’m looking at how you take care of yourself, so when we stand next to each other we compliment each other. And I only moved closer because your scent is intoxicating and I couldn’t help myself. I’m not an asshole nor a serial bitch-bagger. I’m a good dude who would love to have a good girl and being on this train or park or store or anywhere else has anything to do with it.
Is this just me? Share your piece!