Monday Ranting: I Love You More – Giving Up All The Hoes for You!

One thing My Present says to me a lot is I love you more. If I’m being honest I’m sometimes simultaneously jealous and uncomfortable that he believes and is vulnerable enough to say this to me. Verbal emoticon expression isn’t one of my strengths…blame my childhood. I am working on it. The other night on our way home from our friend’s baby dedication (because 30+) we went down this lovey-dovey road. It’s a path often traveled and it makes me feel good on the inside. Don’t tell My Present because I’m hard! The point, I told him there was no way for him to truly know that he loves me more. And he said of course he did because he gave up all those other hoes for me. Love emojis eviscerated.

Also I am not a hoe but we can discuss his misuse of nouns a little later.

My internal conversation said what hoes Paco Kinte (PK)? (I started calling My Present this after finding out he’s 1/48th Mexican. He is also somewhat of a light skint militant ala Huey Newton) Clearly PK’s perception of his pimp hand far outreaches his actual game.

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Monday Ranting: Who Wants to be Popular Anyway

Over the past few days I’ve come across folk on the innerwebs casting their votes for non-political unpopular opinions. Because I like lists and sometimes following a trend I said Faith, do it! Since I listen to myself all if not most of the time, here’s my list of non-political unpopular opinions cause why not and shyt:

Beards do not make everyone look good. Sometimes ugly cannot be cured but the world still goes round. Look what I’m saying is that even if Flavor Flav had the luxurious chin hair of the Philly Beard Gawds he would still look like a roach perched on a clock. I have nothing against Flavor Flav but ugly is as ugly does. He’s probably a great person.

Monday Ranting: Death Be a Lace Front

I’m not a woman for the Yaki. In my life, I’ve had two weaves that I can remember. Neither of which lasted more than a week. Each looked like a less attractive version of my own hair, in my mind pointless. I’m hair vain. I’m that girl, the one who checks her reflection in anything … Continue reading

Monday Ranting: Age Is Definitely More Than a Number

Whether you sit firmly on the Mia Farrow or the Woody Allen side of the fence you must admit each produced enough doubt to make you question the other. Honestly no one but Woody Allen and his adopted daughter, Dylan Farrow, really know the truth. There are no winners in this tomfoolery; of this I’m … Continue reading