I ain't impressed

We woman have been brainwashed. We have been fed our roles as mother's of this earth. Well my belly is full. I ain't eating no more of that shit.

I've had 3 children, yep I'm molding young minds. It hurt like hell and I won't be doing it again. It is so strange to me that women brag about not having pain relief while in labor. I usually try to get away from these women because stupid is contagious. If I can't get away I try to tune them out. I ain't impressed by these women. They seem all proud of themselves "oh i didn't take any medication, it was all natural" What do you want a fucking cookie? I mean our foremothers didn't have a choice, they had to endure the pain. Being in pain doesn't make you a better mother. I squeezed 3 babies out of me, didn't have drugs with any of them. I wanted drugs but they were not available. I'm no martyr. I wanted the drugs, I wanted them real bad. Now some will say that taking pain meds has an effect on the baby, well millions of women have pain relief during childbirth and their kids are fine. I'm going with the masses on this one. Women have been fed a line of bullshit, we should endure the pain, breathe through it, motherfucker I did breathe, it still hurt like hell.
So for all you women who are boasting about doing it natural, were not laughing at you, we laughing with you. Yeah riiiiiiiiight!

Is this the end??

Because of my new workstudy job I get to go the library everyday at lunch, it's a perk of the job that I wasn't even aware of...yeah me!

I always head to the new fiction section, I want the new stuff. I've started to notice that most of the AA books that I pick up are Nigglature(books that aren't all that well written and are mostly about "the grind".) I hate them. I don't want to know about the grind. I grew up poor; my mom stayed on the grind. I don't need it written about, poorly at that. I'm just so fucking sick of reading the back of a new book and see that Quanikzyr is a gold diggin' ho and her pimp Rasheem treats her like shit. I read to escape why the hell would I want to read about shit I was raised around? I know it happens it's real but does every new book have to have a weave wearing chick on the front and the same tired poorly written shit on the inside. Give me a fucking break. The ignorant rap mentality has done to far. Now their poisoning our libraries not just our airwaves! Sorry fuckers!
Have we reached the end of meaningful, well written AA fiction? I'm holding out hope that this too shall pass!

Hey Weirdo...

I changed the PW on my stuff, realizing that someone is following me around the web is just weird. I couldn't believe it. This person travels alot so it must be remote sign in/wifi type stuff. I don't feel violated just a little silly for not realizing it sooner. Why would an old white man be on a black woman's hair site? Getting passwords I guess. WEIRDO! Now that he's put a face to the words I hope he feels better, I'm wondering if he jerks off to my pics, cause ya'll know the naps are SEXY!

Fluid...

My fingers play lightly on the outside of my lips...I can feel my own wetness. My clit swells and peaks from just below its delicate outer skin. My nipples surge forward they are hard and painfully tight. I roll my clit between two fingers sending chills and then waves of pleasure throughout my body. Is it possible my nipples could have grown harder? I lick my fingers and make tiny circles around their erectness. I continue those tiny circles while I slowly dip two fingers into my own wet center. The warmth is inviting. My fingers slide deeper and I moan because it feels like home. I run my thumb roughly over my eagerness. I feel like I might go out of my mind. I quickly close my thighs, I know the good part awaits. I plunge my fingers even deeper and rub my clit with an intensity that makes me gasp. I squeeze my nipple harder. I call out to God; I can feel my reward coming too quickly. My orgasm doesn’t build; it arrives like a rage that has been held in for much too long. I hold onto it as I try lose my whole body in it. I succeed as my fingers continue coax me to my own heaven. My clit jumps one last time as I roll over onto my stomach. My body releases my hand. I look at my hand and wonder...when

Wednesday.... no hump for me!

It's very gloomy outside and I'm trying to keep my mind on the things I have yet to do today. Test tonight. UGH! I hate Wednesday! My mind keeps wandering and that ain't always a bad thing but today it's not all that good either. I need to focus, I need to study. I need I need I need!

Every night I pray.....

DUSTY PETERS
Killed in Action July 11,2004


There are some days I can't stop thinking about Dusty. When you spend 6mths of your life with someone, shooting the shit and pretending it ain't that bad it's hard not to think of them when they are gone from this earth. I try not think about the way you died, I try not to think about if you were scared, if you were thinking of your mom, probably your son. I try not to think about your last moment on this earth. Dying on some roadside thousands of miles away from home because of a cowards bomb. I think of you often Dusty, the love you had for your son the way you just seem to flow with the bullshit that was handed to us. Most days I'm able to think of you smiling and talking shit, but days like today I just think of you gone. I cry and I wish peace and blessing for your family. I will never forget Dusty, I promise you I will never forget

Hey jackass you got some explaining to do!