1. Tuesday, December 6, 2005

    she was twenty four 

    dark skinned, bootylicious, attitudinal, needy, and hairless.

    she had convinced me via email that i was dating too young and too white.

    as a registered Independent i do my best to keep my mind open in all walks, including politics, including fast food choices

    so why not pussy.

    she asked me why i didnt date sistas and i told her it was because they remind me of my sister.

    she asked me why i didnt date mamis and i said cuz they remind me of my mommy.

    she asked why i didnt go downtown and i said just because im a Black man doesnt mean i dont go downtown but youve gotta deserve it

    she pushed me back and said oh im gonna make you wanna take that incredible journey

    and she danced to a silent slowjam which soon wasnt so silent.

    the problem with having an everything and nothing blog is its like having many wives of different backgrounds. you have to please them all sometimes at the same time, which, fratboys, doesnt always mean carnal wishes for not all your wives yearn for that sort of attention

    sometimes a few of them just want to take a walk in the woods by the cool river

    sometimes a few of them just want to have you talk with them as they make dinner

    sometimes a few of them just want you to pounce on top of them and whisper heres your nigga

    and sometimes they growl but they really wanna play follow the leader

    and the black man in the jungle is the leader so dont forget it.

    yesterday i wrote two and a half posts about a controversial group of bloggers who have been under scrutiny for a variety of reasons since even before they launched several months ago.

    i had written about them before and little did i know that one of those posts would strike a nerve with several of the participants and create bizarre reactions and an unexpected spike of attention.

    it made the respected right wing blog winds of change to speculate that i connected the dots the way i did to generate the attention.

    before i got ads on my blog i would have blown off such slurs by saying “who cares if i get peaks of traffic, i aint got no ads, so who cares if people link to me,” and i thought long and hard before getting ads and i decided that if i was to have them id have to do something so that people would never be able to distrust my intentions by assuming that i wrote something simply for hits and therefore higher adrates.

    so what i did this summer when i finally accepted ads in the busblog was i asked for triple the rate of other bloggers who had the same hits as me. that way even if one day i got double the hits that i normally got because of some freak spike, no one could say that i was doing it for money because motherfuckers i was already getting triple the market rate just being me.

    the ladies of the house who care about finances love me for this but those whose desires are more sensual and animalistic dont bother with petty things like blogs and theories and zeroes and ones and admitted propaganda and group think lockstep anyonebuthilary hosting models

    all they care about is nookie

    all they want is what god gave me

    all they need is lust

    so for you, my many wives of my many mansions who have felt neglected by the petty pace of the day to day, my apologies and on bended knee i ask you to not forget me

    and dont ever think ive forgotten you.

    this morning she woke me quietly silently playfully

    working it carefully like a drowsy kitten with a ball of yarn

    wanting to do something else but instinctually needing to keep a paw on it

    ears peaked

    tail peaked

    and quietly purring

    i thought how could a girl as fine as this one not be totally bored of these games by this age, surely every man whose crossed her path has offerred or insisted or demanded or been accepted and certainly shes seen so much of what she appears amazed of that its old hat now

    but the beauty of the world i keep learning is nothing is predictable

    and people have far different lives than what they lead on to

    and sometimes the hottest chick

    fucking loves being the hottest chick

    and loves

    being loved.

    mitya + planet claire + pitt + martini republic