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…
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I never ended up writing for my blog today because people been non-stop getting on my nerves all day. I have been getting 3rd string aquintance ace calls all day and the worse part is they be acting like they starting lineup friends... SOme of these nuggaz ain't getting in the game unless 2-3 MF's get injured. They ain't gon be in the car if you run into me out and about...ever.
I got a weird outlook on life, my kids think its funny but it work. I look at people like movie credits. I mean obviously I'm shaft or Scarface or whatever depending on where I am in my life, right now I am probably Ghandi luther X or some typa cht, I don't really know because I am trying to do this new thing but it don't really matter because in a pinch I revert sometimes. I mean I be walking like like Ghandi Luther X and a nugga get to robbing me or more than likely looking like they finna be robbing me I'm probably gone give it up to GOD until its alm…