Monday, June 30, 2008

House Shopping


So as of today, I've begun the house/townhouse hunt. I've got a few options at this point, with my first choice being Timberwood Crossing by our mall. They are a completely pet-friendly place and this is probably where I'd need to be. The other place I was looking at was Carriage Green, which aren't as nice but are in my favorite part of town (across the street from Coldstone Creamery :D). The only issue with Carriage Green is that they are apartments and have a 2 cat limit. Well, I have 3 so that will not work. Anyway, the big challenge right now is finding somewhere for a decent price, good pet policy, and with the amenities I need (washer,dryer).

I would much rather buy a starter home at this point, while the market is still low, but I need to have a bit more impressive credit history to pull that off at 21. In my mind, when I see the right place I'll know it. For now...I'm off.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Essence


Lying down, bodies entwined in his sheets
Writhing and slick with sweat
His hands running through my hair and tracing the outline of my lips
Him whispering and touching his favorite places on my body
My fingertips making a trail across his back
Feeling every muscle in his body twitch, knowing both his strength and the gentleness of his caress
Enjoying his scent and the feel of his skin pressed against mine
Giggling at some raunchy joke he just made and wondering if he could be any better at this
After the touching and teasing, our bodies unite
Causing an explosion in me that rivals Hiroshima
For some, it is afterglow...for me,nuclear fallout
Shivers running down my spine, unable to control my muscle spasms
Satisfied and feeling warmth that can only come from passion
Us...lying in his demolished bed...breathing in each others essence


Equal Opportunity-Black Love (Cont.)


Disclaimer: I get a bit irritated as this post goes on, and there are some rather *ahem* un-ladylike statements.

Well since according to some, my post on Why Black Love is Dying only served to blame black men for the downfall of the culture (yadda yadda yadda). I straight laughed at this at first then I started to think of it that yeah it was a bit one sided. Could that possibly be because I'M A BLACK WOMAN? Hmmm...let's think about that for a sec.

Anyway, I decided to ask the closest black men in my life and their opinions were pretty much unanimous. I got them all in one of the rooms on campus, had them read the post and let them unleash the fury. To put it nicely, they said that black women are the point behind the problem because we are deciding to procreate with idiotic "hood niggas" and create idiotic "hood children" who will do nothing more than perpetrate the already dying state of our culture (writer's note-WHAT KIND OF SH*T?!?! ). They went on to say that I was insinuating more importance in this than there needs to be (see earlier writer's note). They also went on to state that there is no such thing as "black love" and that if there is love between a few people that is their thing, but there cannot be an inherent love within a culture. Ugh...

Well, I'm done letting them go on about this mess. I'm going to speak my mind. These are the weakest responses I have ever heard. These men in my life are special to me (and you know I love you all otherwise I wouldn't have asked you to speak on it), but these are the weakest damn responses I have EVER heard. It was a bitch statement, end of story. I think these types of statements are made by black men who are seemingly unsure of themselves and who they are. The biggest thing in my mind is that we as a culture need to find out who/what we once were and keep that in mind when we go about our business. I figure if we do these things, it will be impossible for cultural love to die. If it takes a village to raise a child, how many does it take to raise that village?

As I was writing this, one of my favorite people called. He asked why I was so worked up and what was going on. I pretty much unloaded on him and told him everything. To be honest, he said that those statements made by my other male friends were made by men who are scared of black women. He went on to say that these are black men with no love for their own people and that is the weakest thing you could possibly be. It made me smile since when I took on this endeavor, I was slowly but surely losing faith in my people. (Thanks, honey. I needed that *hugs*)

I'll be real with you, yes black women have our faults just like everyone else does. I cannot speak for all of us, but I will speak for myself and the female friends of mine that expressed interest in this topic and had a roundtable with me in my basement.

1.) Yes, some of us can be materialistic. Most people these days are; we like nice things. Anyway, those who are offer no excuses and no apologies. They don't feel it is necessary since everyone likes to live in the way they are most comfortable.

2.) Yes, we can be loud and angry. We are passionate women. When we are excited/upset about something we show it.

3.) Yes, we can be stuck-up. I know for a fact that I am. While not necessarily proud of the fact, it is a way of being selective of who I deal with on a regular basis so it will not change any time soon. If I feel as if your presence is going to bring me down, I will not deal with you.

4.) We do speak badly of some black men. YES, I will repeat this. We do speak badly of SOME black men. If you show us something different, then don't worry about it because we're not talking about you.

5.) Black women can be cold and calculating. Damn right we can be. We can smell weakness from a mile away. It's not attractive to us. Before you say anything-weakness does not imply anything about financial status or anything of that sort. We can be cruel and cold, but have you ever seen a black woman with her family? How are we with our children? Yeah...that's what I thought.

6.)The funniest thing about all this is that if we take out a few adjectives, these things can be said about any type of woman. So either stop dating women or get the hell over it.

In a nutshell, black women cannot be placed in a class or category. Not all of us are strong, intelligent, or opinionated. Some of us are quite weak, angry, and close-minded. We know this. How would that make us any different from any other group of people? One thing about us is that we are unapologetic. Why would we apologize for being who we are? If we are who we are, we are so obviously so that it is cause for alarm in some. One thing that must change is that the generalizations have to go. We can't keep doing this to ourselves. We are constantly putting ourselves in a box and that box is growing smaller and smaller as time goes by.

By the way: even if someone is multicultural/bi-racial/whatever you choose to be called-you are who you identify as. If you identify with none, then cool do that. No one is asking for you to be one thing or another. If they are then tell them to f*ck off. To be honest, no one cares that much about what someone else thinks or is unless they are trying to make them change these things.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Why Black Love is Dying


Ok folks, it's time for me to stop playing around about this. I'm so damn tired of this epidemic and I REFUSE to deal with it quietly any longer. Black love is dying and we are basically just letting it die in silence. I'm not going to ostracize my Caucasian readers, but I REALLY need to get this off my chest.

Those of you who read this blog regularly know that I am a big fan of interracial relationships and basically relationships of any sort. I'm all in favor of someone being happy with exactly who they love and to hell with what everyone else thinks. The love I'm talking about in this post is not just romantic, it is cultural. That is why I'm going to speak on it.

Now, we all know that there is a growing number of black men dating white women. This is not a problem to me, the problem is the reasoning they give to their family members and the black women in their lives as to why. From my experience, the reasons tend to be one or more of the following.

1.) Black women are too difficult to deal with. Why should I have to work so damn hard trying to make a relationship work with someone who wants to argue all the time and is so confrontational?

2.) I'm just not attracted to black women anymore. There are never any that I find attractive and want to be with.

3.) Black women are all looking for a thug or some guy with a whole lot of gangsta swagger or something. That's not who I am.

Now, first can we all admit that these reasons are all cop-outs? These reasons are complete and utter bullshit and they know it just as well as the rest of us do. They are all complete and total generalizations that a few black women have perpetrated. Also, if you as a black man have found yourself using one of these lines I have something I need you to listen to: WAKE THE HELL UP AND STOP BLAMING US FOR YOUR INADEQUACIES AS A MAN! It's not our fault that you have bad taste in women and the women who caused you to have these ideas are the ones you pick to try to establish a life with.

After a long time of hearing this, many black women tend to suffer. We begin to question ourselves, our beauty, and our ability to love and be loved. For those of us who are already suffering in our lives, this is just the icing on the cake. Let's say, for example that there is a young black woman whose father left when she was young and she's had a hard time dating anyone and especially trusting men. Because of this, she buries herself in her work and her success...never taking the time to relax and enjoy herself. She becomes hard-hearted. Later she meets a man and he is absolutely wonderful, handsome, sweet, educated, eloquent, and of course single. She lets herself have feelings for him and tells him how she feels. All of a sudden, his face twists up and he says, "I don't date black girls. They just aren't established enough for me. Don't get me wrong though, if you were white, I would definitely date you. You're different from most of them and you have a sweet personality, but you're not white." Now, how do you think she felt at that point? It makes us question things...makes us wonder, "Damn...if our own men don't want us, who does?" Aaah, but those of us who are more stubborn than most have one of these reactions:

1.) Man...it was probably just that one guy. Whatever, his loss. It's sad that he hates himself that much.

2.) F*** it then...guess black men are out of the question. *shrugs*

3.) Meh...ok. F*** it, I'm going to handle my business and concentrate on me.

This is where we come full circle. These reactions are where many men think that we are stuck up or too busy to deal with them. These are the reasons why we are so self and success-focused, but these things are not mutually exclusive. We react this way to protect ourselves from being harmed.

It is time that we get all the dumb ish out of the way and figure out exactly what's going on and stop talking/thinking about how all the good men/women are taken and find out why the hell we think that. It's insane. Even if you choose not to date black men/women, please still maintain some love in your heart for them/us. It's difficult nowadays to not feel alone, but if we are actually bound somehow then we don't feel as alone. If you remember where you came from, it will be easy to keep some sort of cultural love. Please just remember because I for one, won't let black love to die.

By the way: You know what the guy says in our little hypothetical situation up there? Well...it's been said to me several times. Lucky for me, I had a combination of reactions 1 and 3 and just went from there.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

For the Love of Animals

I caught a video about a very special animal sanctuary while on Leah's blog. Her brother in law is the one who created this video and it is absolutely breathtaking what this woman does for these animals. If you watch, every year this woman cares for these animals and lets them live the way they are supposed to. Enjoy.

The website for the sanctuary is Cat House on the Kings, if you would like to find out more about this beautiful facility.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

A Girl Like Me

I remember a few years ago when I saw this video, there was a lot of truth to it but it didn't speak to me in the same way it does now. When I was younger, I didn't think twice about whether I had a specific culture. I was more worried about how badly I needed a relaxer and what color I was going to wear to so-and-so's party on Friday. Now that I am an adult and actually know who I am for the most part, it's obvious that African-Americans are suffering. We can't really trace our roots the way other groups can. It's very sad. It's rare that there are teenage girls who are aware of themselves. The young ladies in this video are. They speak so much truth and brutal honesty, it blows my mind.