Sex and the Seven

Friday, April 29, 2005

Just Some Quotes

"...You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise...." ~Maya Angelou

Even after all these years, the Sun never says to the earth "You owe me." Look what happens - with a love like that, it lights the whole sky. - (Anonymous)

Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. Psalms 30:5

Never make someone a priority when you are only an option to them. - Baby K

Sometimes you gotta smile when you don't feel like smiling. Sometimes you gotta ride when you feel like driving. -Usher

The best way to get over a triflin' ass man, is to get a new and improved triflin' ass man. Anonymous (remixed by me!)

If your man starts acting up, switch and take his friend. Erase, Replace, Embrace, New Face. SWITCH. - TLC

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Okay Okay Ms. Harris

Due to peer pressure (mixed with a little bribery), I am back on the blog scene, oh boy! Today I would like to talk about...men! What a shock. But I just need to get this off my chest (no pun intended). (Forgive me I am pms'ing again, lol).
Is there something in men's brains that causes them to forget how many women there are in the world? Oh wait, if that were true, then they would act right. I am so tired of walking down the street and men looking at me, my bootie, my breasts, any and everything, like lost little mutts. Then they will be the first ones to defend their sisters or moms. I was just walking down the street and this guy was looking at my chest so hard that he turned all the way around (and I don't even have a real chest!). I look right back at him and say "what fool?" Cuz that's what he was, a silly fool acting like he's never seen breasts before, like he doesn't have five sets of breasts on the side waiting for him, and like mine will be the last pair he gazes upon.
Last week I was walking down the street and this guy stops in his tracks and is like "Hey how you doing?" Clearly I was in a hurry and had been walking fast even before I saw him. So I am like "I'm good, thanks," and keep walking. Then he says "You don't have to be stank, you can stop and speak to me for a minute." NI**A WHAT? I can stay black and die! That's about it. Then this fool starts yelling after me "You could've stopped, have a nice day though, I mean damn.." YELLING at the top of his lungs, to the point where people are looking at him. Now, I am a Christian, but that day (Lord forgive me and forgive them, for they know what they do and still do it), I turned around and screamed "Shut the fuck up!" It was like that scene from I'm Gonna Git You Sucka. Well needless to say he shut his mouth real quick.
Amen.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

What about your friends...part two

As I reflect on the current events stemming from the immediate past to to the ever present future, I opened the blog site today to express my thoughts on the meaning of friends, with the title you see above. It is wild, but never suprising, to witness the inexplicable connection between those to whom you are truly close to, and those to whom you would never feel disconnected. The same blog, same title, same theme, coincidence? I think not. As I digress on my spin of the meaning of true friends, I have come to wonder what causes the irreconcilable differences between two people? What makes one person so deeply selfish and resentful of another who is simply trying to be their friend? What makes one person so blind to the faults of their own, that prevents them from getting close to anyone else? At what point is one supposed to recognize the distinction and the lack of capability in another person to be true and simple, lacking complexity, withdrawn words, and hurt feelings? And why do those other people, the ones who have proven their dissociative behavior, still haunt me? Why do they haunt my thoughts, and cause to me question my own character? Why do I allow these people, these less than friends, make me feel as less of one myself? And then I remember. Genuineness is inexpensive, it does not demand the price of likeness, instead it respects the differences and clearly regards the inner person for the being that they are. Genuineness is all of you. Thank you.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

What about your friends...

Each time I fall down into the black pit that seems to consume me whenever a man breaks my heart, they are there to rescue me from an eternal plummet. Every time I throw myself the biggest, most elaborate pity party, they are there to change the theme. Each time I can't get out of bed, refuse to change out of yesterday's sweats, and reject the prospect of one morsel passing my lips, they are there to force me into a pair of sevens and stilletos, speed dial my hairdresser, and have their mamas fry me some chicken.

I'm talking about my truest and dearest friends. Without these dynamic, remarkable, and I dare not forget, beautiful women, my life would be purposeless and void. These are the rocks that I can lean on whenever I am in need. Friends who don't judge me, (and believe me we have all done some things for which we have felt compelled to say "Don't judge me!"), who see me for who I really am, and who never tire (or at least they never complain) of hearing about my latest trouble. In my opinion, I think the secret is reciprocity, prayerfully these women know that I can, will, and do, do the same things for them. When it comes to these women I would do anything. No truer words have ever been spoken than when Snoop said "F*ck them other N***gas cuz I'm down for my N***gas." I mean these women have seen me at my worst, my most selfish, my most heartbroken, and my most insecure, and yet and still they find it in their collective hearts to love me and hold me up. Today, I post this as a small token of my affection and to say thank you for being there for me through thick and thin, as I will always be there for you.

(Ok so I know that this is a mushy post, so I'm sorry!)