I have been wobbly on my feet for months. It hasn't been from the MS or the deaths or the attempting to deal with deaths pass the newly discovered and heightened emotions or the Autistic logistics of the situation. I was wobbly from that but this morning was different. This Morning was all about love. Love for my girl. Not my wife, not how she take care a me when I couldn’t. Not how she understood me when I didn’t. (recently) Not when she saw me vulnerable and saw strong. None of that, Just her. Her smell, her giggle, her crooked booty walk that still goes and comes at (Insert age here), lol. And Love for my family, I think my sisters opened that up. These last few years they put some polish on that nugga Mary Harris made. And these last few months, couldn’t have made it without them. They showed me a me I could never see. Never would have. Love for my girl children, because I can feel them worrying and loving me. Even from a distance. Same with cousins, both sides, even some strangers who connected with me miraculously through chance meetings and "degrees of separations" online through people that lead to facebook. Where they felt my pain. The exact same pain I couldn't.... Well couldn’t, until this morning. Read More
What is it about the ghetto and big ole fat white Women? I know we love them thick but man.
I remember when I was little and in the back seat of the car with my dad driving and I asked him how come every motorcycle seem to have a fat lady on it? He really had me convinced that fat white women come with motorcycles. He sounded serious and i believed it. My daddy is also not even remotely racist but he loves a good laugh.
Me myself am too dam light skinned to ever have a white woman girl-friend. If I accidentally get her pregnant my baby would be invisible, or like them see thru human body models at school where you can see the blood pumping. I had a few chances I just always backed out. I don't even know why.
One girl even asked me was it because she was white? That time I had allowed her to open my zipper while we kissed (kissed is kind of a strong word because I was scrunched up against the wall like I was hiding in a spy-thriller movie). And I am the least racist person on ear…
Women are the most bestest gift God has ever created.
One look from a woman can do to a man more than 10 ass-kickings from another man could ever do.
Basically if I do something to a man that makes us fight and then I end up losing (not likely since at heart I am a killer when threatened) it will not make me not do whatever I was doing. If I do the same thing and a woman looks at me the right way, I will probably not do it anymore, basically women have a power over men that no amount of force can produce.
What does this have to do with spanking woman Husla3x, Get to that part!
I am not a woman beater but in my hey day I was a ladies man of sorts and from those years learned (for a fact) that no matter how strong and self-confident a woman is she wants a man who can handle her and many of those woman want or wouldn't say no to a firm spanking. When I say handle or spank I don't mean abuse or deny type of control, I mean not afraid of her or allow her to get her way all the ti…