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Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Saturday, June 5, 2010

The Disappearance of Black Love


I could talk about Black Love ad nauseam. Just the thought fills me with a warm feeling. I love to see two consenting adults together and in it to win it; and you bets believe against all odds.


See, I had always heard while growing up that famous Blacks always married outside of the race, being that their mentality becomes different from their peers. Many engagements that they would attend had far too few Blacks and created a void only to be filled by White, Hispanic, Indian or what have you.


Now, by no means am I a racist, but I can identify with Jill Scott when she told Essence magazine in the April 2010 edition, "I felt my spirit...wince", while referring to Black men dating outside of the race. There is a sudden pinch to your soul when you see a good Black man proclaim his love for a person of another race.


Scott goes on to say, "Black women and Black men struggled together". Black people as a race have triumphantly overcome slavery, racism and prejudices. So, when a Black woman, or man, sees a Black man with another race, it equates to a slap in the face; a mighty blow from turning on your own kind when others tried to rape, torture and destroy us.


Nevertheless, if fame was not enough of a reason to date outside of the race, hate is...Black women always have attitudes. Black men don't wanna raise their kids. You're too dark. You're hair is too coarse. These are simple concepts that get leaked down to the next generation by way of the present. We do not understand that we are destroying our race with these derogatory comments. What are the children suppose to think?


They do what we tell them. They have children by Whites just so their child can have more European features. They permanently relax their hair because we have taught them that it is not okay to wear it natural. Pretty soon, they forget who they are. They forget that their ancestors come from Africa. They forget that the skin that they are in is beautiful and bronze and golden just like the gods and kings and queens of Kemet, or Ancient Egypt. They forget that we were taken from our land and brought here as slaves.


It is up to us to rectify our own undoing...


Alas, if love is true and love is sufficient, then it can be found with any race or any gender. But love should never be forced. Love should never be a product of your posh environment because love, true love, is more grandiose than any of us on this planet. God is Love, and if He is love then we simply must wait until He manifests it into our lives.



Peace and Blessings

God is Love

Monday, May 24, 2010

The Ricky Ricardo Illusion


One of my all time favorite shows happens to be I Love Lucy. Aside from the frivolous attempts of the main character, one aspect always caught my attention. No matter what Lucy got into, her man was always close by to offer love, support, and oftentimes knowledge.


That man was of course, Ricky Ricardo; a Cuban nightclub singer with a sunny disposition. He was optimistic and usually wore his feelings right on his suit coat. He showed his love and compassion to Lucy whether she was right or wrong; which she was 9 time out of 10 the latter.


The onscreen romance was blissful and heaven sent. Ricky and Lucy were the ideal couple. They completed each other, and he was her ying and she his yang; a perfect and equal union.


So I sat and wondered..."Damn, does this really happen? Is there someone out there to complete little ole me?" Clearly the drama and theatrics were hyperboles, but the main structure of the show had to have been derived from a real life situation. Evidently hundreds of thousands of us were doing something right.


But let me leave tinseltown for a minute...


Ricky Ricardo was Desi Arnaz and Desi, as we all know, was married to Lucy or, Lucille Ball. Their real life marriage was not all quirky mishaps and make-ups, but had ended in divorce due to Desi's drug and womanizing problems.


The question I want to know is; do we conceptualize what we want love to be based on any form of the media?


Are you in search of a Ricky Ricardo or are you prepared to handle a Desi Arnaz?



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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

To B Black, Gay, and....FAT

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Wednesday, May 6, 2009

This Dude Here...The Business



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Monday, May 4, 2009

My New Boo...Da Bizness


Guess who I just got done talking to????

That's my baby right there

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Bliss...Somewhat


OMG!!!! Today is so gorgeous. God is truly amazing, because I know that no one else besides him can display this beauty. Today should be a day when you take it easy and just pay attention and be grateful just for the little things...Even if you can only do that for one second. Nonetheless, you owe it to yourself.

Today would be a great day to spend with a lover but there is no one in sight. Let me tell you about myself. I am a gay black male that thinks my sexual orientation is my business and my business only; it has nothing to do with anyone else. Now that that is out of the way...I think that sort have backfired just a tad. I can not find a cool dude to kick it with and be intimate if I feel the need for it. I am surrounded by straight men for the most part (with the exception of a couple). I always see a guy that I like and he seems to be interested, and I throw out some bait. It seems that he bites down and understands the flirtatious gesture, but when I reel in to pull that fish out of the sea I only find the hook. Ughh!!!!!!!!!!

Frustrating.

Fortunately, it is a beautiful day and I forgot how good it felt to wear shorts...I have got to incorporate these into my wardrobe more. Ravaging.
Remember to love and live life!!!!!

Monday, March 23, 2009

Waited Long Enough...


I find myself sitting here listening to "Game Over" by Destiny's Child wondering, "where in the hell is my damn romance?" I mean I should have niggas coming left to right, but the problem is I am a nigga myself...Lol, I know. I can not help it I just love to be in the arms of a man. ( that is singular...man. I have no idea why folks think that gayz are promiscuous. I don't get it) I have waited too damn long looking for someone that is down to earth and for heaven's sake, not crazy. The game is definitely over when it comes to things of that nature. I need love. I need respect. I need reciprocity. I need affection. I need change...It's just long overdue. I should try again, perfect...overdo.