issues

At Least Ask Me How My Day Was Before You Try To Stick It In Me.

hmmm.
interesting.
the gays on tumblr are starting to pick this up.
late night thoughts?

When Oh When Will Dark Skin Men Love Their Kind….Never I Guess?

i didn’t say it,
but he did in the comment section regarding lance gross:

that comment blew my mind this morning.
sadly the opinion of many people within the lifestyle.
do we even need to go into details?
men of darker skin complexions are casted out into the fields,
while their light skin counterparts get tumblr pages dedicated to them.
they all startin’ to lookin’ the same too…
but even with all that has happened as far as trayvon martin,
will this hang up ever change within the black communities?
when we meet someone to dating,
does our skin complexion have everything to do with it?
i had to wonder…

Is your acceptance card really your skin complexion?

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#boom #crunch #splat (Fucked).

imagine being in a car.
any car.
it’s yours and you are driving.
it’s a beautiful day.
sun is out.
windows down.
wind blowing in your face.
you are driving to your next destination.
the next pit stop.
it’s been a long journey,
but you have enough gas to last a while.
stop sign.
you follow the rules of the road.
as soon as you pull off to get to the next street,
a pick up truck slams the fuck into you.
you = car.
the pick up truck = life.
the outcome….

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Everything’s Different, Nothing’s Changed

people think i’m stuck up.
they say i look intimidating.
i can see that.
i went to bed last night with the last entry in my mind.
the comments got to me a little.
i didn’t feel offended,
but i had to look at myself and had to ask,

“is it me?”

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Drama King

i woke up this morning at 4am in a sweat.
it was kinda hot in my apartment,
because the heat been on “hoe in church with no draws on” level.
ironically enough,
i went to sleep naked that night.
i had a funny feeling in the pit my stomach.
something didn’t feel “right”.
i get those feelings often.
i got up and went to check the locks.
locked.
i walked throughout the crib to make sure no one was hiding in my closets.
(ha ha ha i already hear the jokes now).
nothing.
i looked at my mail on my coffee table.
no current or overdue bills.
restaurant ads and junk mail.
my apartment was clean.
i gave a quick thanks to god.
he has provided me so much and i am truly grateful.
i laid on my couch.
what was this feeling i was having?
why was i having it?
i wasn’t use to it.
then it hit me!
i was feeling the effects of “my house was in order”.
i had no drama in my life.
i’m not getting fucked on the regular,
but i don’t have to worry about some bullshit ass wolf.
no struggling to pay bills.
food was in my fridge.
i’m unemployed,
but i was still making it.
i cut off all the dead weight.
i erased a ton of useless contacts in my phone.
so why was i feeling like this?
why was i up at 4am,
naked,
and still stripping myself down looking for something wrong?
i started to wonder…
if i am so used to things going completely left field…