Love comes easy for some and so hard for others. I, for one, am a hopeless romantic, and when I fall for someone, I put my all in to it. One of my friends asked me to write a blog about how I love and lose myself in the process, and I've had a day to mull this over, so I will give it a try.
When I fall for someone, or when I commit to someone or something, I give all of me... mind, body and soul. But at what price? I am generally a caring person, always taking that extra step to ensure that everyone is happy. I worry that people are ok, take on other's responsibilities, caring for their needs, all the while forgetting about my own. My mother is like that too, so I guess I could say that I get it honestly. But is there such a thing as too caring? Is it possible to love someone or something so much that you lose sight of everything that means anything to you? If you are in a relationship, and you want it to work, should you forget about you and focus on "we" or "us" or the plural "you"?
That's debatable. So, I am going to open this up to my readers (the few I have) and ask for your input. I guess this will be a first of many interactive blogs.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Race in America
Over the past few months, in the news and on the radio, we've heard about racist remarks and symbols left on buildings, in bathrooms, in schools and churches... what does this mean for us today? Is this some type of prank or is it an attempt to revert back to early 20th century race relations? The days of physical slavery in America are gone yet so many of us (Black, White, Latino, Hispanic and others) are locked in the grips of mental slavery... How so?
1) Our grandparents and great grandparents worked so hard to over come the "N-word" and yet many of us today revert back to its use. Many people do it, of all races, using something so derogatory as a "term of endearment". I admit, I myself am guilty of using it... and I am going to cause a change, starting with me first. I won't use that word in any of my writings or in my communications with other individuals... and I will purposely and pointedly redirect anyone that uses that word with me.
2) We continue to commit crimes against ourselves... killing one another, destroying our own communities... there is no need for racist groups today like the KKK because Blacks and Latinos kill their own, an internal hatred for one another based on the color of an individual's clothes or bandanna. No wonder media and journalists are referring to some as the Black KKK. That's ridiculous!!! How about joining together to uplift a community... instead of ganging up to beat down and kill one. Differences make us individuals, why not celebrate our differences?
3) The number of Blacks and Latinos graduating high school and going on to college pale in comparison to those of Whites, Asians and others. Choosing a life on the streets is choosing no life at all. Selling drugs, playing thug on the street corner will only get you six feet under. Yet, this is the life many of our young men make every single day. And what legacy do we leave our children when we show them this is the only way?
4) We continue to degrade our most valuable treasure... our women... our mothers, our sisters, grandmothers, aunts, cousins. Calling them bitches and whores and treating females as such. Beating them, slapping them down to the ground... depreciating one of earth's most natural beauties. How is that any different than they were treated during the time of slavery? Using them as a piece of ass and throwing them to the side when a nicer piece of ass comes along. And based on how we treat the Black woman, how do we expect others to treat them any better?
We all are affected by mental slavery in our everyday life, on our jobs, at the grocery store... in our own homes... discrimination and intolerance because of differences, based on the color of our skin... but it's up to each one of us to change starting with ourselves. I know I just seemed to ramble in this blog, but I had a lot of thoughts and just wanted to get it all out.
1) Our grandparents and great grandparents worked so hard to over come the "N-word" and yet many of us today revert back to its use. Many people do it, of all races, using something so derogatory as a "term of endearment". I admit, I myself am guilty of using it... and I am going to cause a change, starting with me first. I won't use that word in any of my writings or in my communications with other individuals... and I will purposely and pointedly redirect anyone that uses that word with me.
2) We continue to commit crimes against ourselves... killing one another, destroying our own communities... there is no need for racist groups today like the KKK because Blacks and Latinos kill their own, an internal hatred for one another based on the color of an individual's clothes or bandanna. No wonder media and journalists are referring to some as the Black KKK. That's ridiculous!!! How about joining together to uplift a community... instead of ganging up to beat down and kill one. Differences make us individuals, why not celebrate our differences?
3) The number of Blacks and Latinos graduating high school and going on to college pale in comparison to those of Whites, Asians and others. Choosing a life on the streets is choosing no life at all. Selling drugs, playing thug on the street corner will only get you six feet under. Yet, this is the life many of our young men make every single day. And what legacy do we leave our children when we show them this is the only way?
4) We continue to degrade our most valuable treasure... our women... our mothers, our sisters, grandmothers, aunts, cousins. Calling them bitches and whores and treating females as such. Beating them, slapping them down to the ground... depreciating one of earth's most natural beauties. How is that any different than they were treated during the time of slavery? Using them as a piece of ass and throwing them to the side when a nicer piece of ass comes along. And based on how we treat the Black woman, how do we expect others to treat them any better?
We all are affected by mental slavery in our everyday life, on our jobs, at the grocery store... in our own homes... discrimination and intolerance because of differences, based on the color of our skin... but it's up to each one of us to change starting with ourselves. I know I just seemed to ramble in this blog, but I had a lot of thoughts and just wanted to get it all out.
When is Big TOO BIG
In a world where more and more men and women are attracted to the "big and beautiful," someone has to ask the question, when is big just too damn big? There are some that are of the opinion that the bigger the better. But is that really so?
Take for instance, a woman that, in order to get to her vaginal area, you have to get through thirty pounds of stomach, only to realize that now you have to try to swim through an extra hundred pounds of legs to enter her "pleasure kingdom"... is it really worth it? But the time you've reached your destination, you're worn out.
And then, think of a guy who's stomach hangs lower than his dick does... where's the satisfaction in that, unless you're getting him from behind? And that leads me to another question, how do really big people wipe themselves?
Now, I am not skinny myself. As the title of my blogging space is "Big Bois Have Fun Too"... so shit, you know I am a big guy. But, in my opinion, there is such a thing as too big. When your weight inhibits movement and increases risks for heart attack, stroke, and diabetes. Well, most of you would say that any additional or increased weight could cause that... and you don't have to be fat to suffer from those ailments. My point is that if you are so big that your weight causes you to be unable to clean yourself, and you have a lingering odor, then you're at that point where big is just too big.
Your thoughts?
Take for instance, a woman that, in order to get to her vaginal area, you have to get through thirty pounds of stomach, only to realize that now you have to try to swim through an extra hundred pounds of legs to enter her "pleasure kingdom"... is it really worth it? But the time you've reached your destination, you're worn out.
And then, think of a guy who's stomach hangs lower than his dick does... where's the satisfaction in that, unless you're getting him from behind? And that leads me to another question, how do really big people wipe themselves?
Now, I am not skinny myself. As the title of my blogging space is "Big Bois Have Fun Too"... so shit, you know I am a big guy. But, in my opinion, there is such a thing as too big. When your weight inhibits movement and increases risks for heart attack, stroke, and diabetes. Well, most of you would say that any additional or increased weight could cause that... and you don't have to be fat to suffer from those ailments. My point is that if you are so big that your weight causes you to be unable to clean yourself, and you have a lingering odor, then you're at that point where big is just too big.
Your thoughts?
Sunday, December 9, 2007
In a Progressive State, a City Where Gay Life Hangs by a Thread
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Who Am I?
I am really trying to get into written expression. Here's something that I wrote... and yes, it's copyrighted... so don't try to steal it... anyway, here it goes:
---- Who am I----
Standing here feeling uncomfortable with myself, lowering my head in disgust at what I've become. Overly consumed with the feeling that someone is staring, frantically, I look around, as if to catch the perpetrator that's reading me like a Shakespearean play, paying attention to every letter to not miss a single word. There's no one around...maybe I'm just going crazy, but I still feel someone watching me. Suddenly, I look up... there he is, someone standing right before me... staring at me like he knows me. A stare like he's known me for many years, a stare that pierces every fiber of my being. His stare is now becoming uncomfortable and I'm becoming self-conscious.
Enraptured with his stare, I began to stare back. Dark hair, medium brown eyes. He is about my height, with a lovely light brown complexion. I think he is mixed possibly black and some kind of Spanish. As I stare he seems faintly familiar... like I've known him for some time. He seems so familiar that as I start to think about it, he seems more like family... or someone from my past.
His thin face, smooth skin, small frame and very youthful look are all too familiar. Short cut hair, handsome in almost every way. Suddenly someone faintly sings 'sexy light skinned'. I didn't even respond... didn't even want to know where it came from. Glancing to the left and briefly to the right, I realized he had captured and captivated an audience of his own. Every young girl wanting him, and everyone inquiring who he is, is too familiar to him.
Who is this young man that, for some reason, has arrested everyone's attention yet just kept his gaze on me. Narcissistically, he assumes my staring back welcomed his intrusive gaze. Searching around and now feeling even more insecure, I search for a way to get out of his peripherals. As I moved, I felt his eyes follow me, and then I looked up again and he wasn't there. Where did he go? Why did he leave? Then as I glance back up at the mirror and awaken from my daydream, the face staring back at me is my own. The face I became so captivated by was that of my own just ten years earlier. I stood there for a minute, slipping back into reality... trying to get out of the self-pity I sank into.
The smile that used to capture everyone's attention is now just happy if it captures the attention of just one. Age has gotten to him... and the fact that he let himself go... he finally realized it was time for him to get off his ass and do something about it. Something to regain his youth... regain the love that he lost... to regain and reclaim himself... it's one final chance for me to regain and reclaim ME.
---- Who am I----
Standing here feeling uncomfortable with myself, lowering my head in disgust at what I've become. Overly consumed with the feeling that someone is staring, frantically, I look around, as if to catch the perpetrator that's reading me like a Shakespearean play, paying attention to every letter to not miss a single word. There's no one around...maybe I'm just going crazy, but I still feel someone watching me. Suddenly, I look up... there he is, someone standing right before me... staring at me like he knows me. A stare like he's known me for many years, a stare that pierces every fiber of my being. His stare is now becoming uncomfortable and I'm becoming self-conscious.
Enraptured with his stare, I began to stare back. Dark hair, medium brown eyes. He is about my height, with a lovely light brown complexion. I think he is mixed possibly black and some kind of Spanish. As I stare he seems faintly familiar... like I've known him for some time. He seems so familiar that as I start to think about it, he seems more like family... or someone from my past.
His thin face, smooth skin, small frame and very youthful look are all too familiar. Short cut hair, handsome in almost every way. Suddenly someone faintly sings 'sexy light skinned'. I didn't even respond... didn't even want to know where it came from. Glancing to the left and briefly to the right, I realized he had captured and captivated an audience of his own. Every young girl wanting him, and everyone inquiring who he is, is too familiar to him.
Who is this young man that, for some reason, has arrested everyone's attention yet just kept his gaze on me. Narcissistically, he assumes my staring back welcomed his intrusive gaze. Searching around and now feeling even more insecure, I search for a way to get out of his peripherals. As I moved, I felt his eyes follow me, and then I looked up again and he wasn't there. Where did he go? Why did he leave? Then as I glance back up at the mirror and awaken from my daydream, the face staring back at me is my own. The face I became so captivated by was that of my own just ten years earlier. I stood there for a minute, slipping back into reality... trying to get out of the self-pity I sank into.
The smile that used to capture everyone's attention is now just happy if it captures the attention of just one. Age has gotten to him... and the fact that he let himself go... he finally realized it was time for him to get off his ass and do something about it. Something to regain his youth... regain the love that he lost... to regain and reclaim himself... it's one final chance for me to regain and reclaim ME.
Bush's White House -- Bush's War -- Bush's America
About seven years ago, the American public elected the most incompetent person to the Office of the President. Since then, his government has been mired with one issue after another. From defrauding the people of this great nation, asking our support as he goes after countries that harbor terrorist and individuals that pose a threat to this country... to invading the pravacy of the American public through wire tapping... to destroying tapes of tactics used to question "enemy combatants".
I recently saw a sign that read "Buck Fush"... and, if you are smart, I am sure you can figure it out... and I don't remember any sitting US President that has garnered so much disdain from both the American public and abroad. He has got to be the worst US President in history.
Now, it's time to take a stand. He successfully spent trillions of dollars on HIS war, yet, there are millions that go hungry everyday in this country. HIS war will cost this country hundreds of trillions of dollars for years to come, yet he (Bush) wants to cut Welfare, TANF and other services that assist those living below the poverty line. Force Bush out of office and put someone in there that will do some good for the American public. BRING OUR TROOPS HOME and don't let another soldier die for a senseless cause.
Bush's White House, Bush's War, Bush's America... can we really deal with another year of Bush?
I recently saw a sign that read "Buck Fush"... and, if you are smart, I am sure you can figure it out... and I don't remember any sitting US President that has garnered so much disdain from both the American public and abroad. He has got to be the worst US President in history.
Now, it's time to take a stand. He successfully spent trillions of dollars on HIS war, yet, there are millions that go hungry everyday in this country. HIS war will cost this country hundreds of trillions of dollars for years to come, yet he (Bush) wants to cut Welfare, TANF and other services that assist those living below the poverty line. Force Bush out of office and put someone in there that will do some good for the American public. BRING OUR TROOPS HOME and don't let another soldier die for a senseless cause.
Bush's White House, Bush's War, Bush's America... can we really deal with another year of Bush?
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