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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Love Jones Poetry Session



Did you know 3Minds will be having a Love Jones Poetry session at IN2010?  February 9th!  Don't miss it :o)

Hot Twitpic of the day

Sooo... I haven't seen many pics worthy of a twitpic of the day until yesterday... I came across this picture and I drooled a lil bit.  Even subtweeted some.  I don't know her, so I can't give you any background, but all I can say is God bless you, your mama and your papa.

@craveprada Follow her on Twitter
*wipes drool*

My eventful weekend

This past Friday I went to the Denim Lounge to celebrate some friend's birthday.  It was a @sofTouchEnt (SofTouch Entertainment) event and needless to say, I had a BLAST.  My ALL TIME FAVORITE DJ was spinnin', @DJpursue, so you know the music was good.  The drinks were strong as FUCK!  We all needed these pics to explain a lot of what happened during the course of the night...Here are some Pix for ya...
The Birthday bois

DJ Fabrixx, MaRs!, Jamillah

The DJ's ;*



SMH is that ME Kym has bent over?

lol Me and my Cindy


:* Cindy, MaRs!, VBella


SofTouch Ent.  GET INTO IT!

I recouped Saturday and decided to step out for a 3minds Brunch on Sunday at IN2010.   Did someone say unlimited mimosas and martini's?  First of all, if you haven't been to IN2010, then you have NO CLUE what you're missing.  The food is awesome (and cheap) and the service is great!  15 Greenwich Ave 



MaRs! and @MsJerzi

@Nikkie_Moore and @3mindscamp

some sexy ass women...

Follow them all on Twitter!
@SofTouchEnt
@DjPursue
@3Minds
@3MindsCamp
@MsJerzi
@thesilentceleb
@Cindy_effin_lee
@DJFabrixx
@Vbella23 
 last but not least.... @Marshbar9- Me!

Friday, January 21, 2011

How important is Sexual Chemistry?



In a relationship, how important is sex? On a scale from 1-10, where does your sex life fit?  In other words, is sexual chemistry a priority in your relationship? 

I can't answer those questions for everyone else.  My insight would be that a relationship can't survive if there is no sexual chemistry there.  Your partner should be able to pull that "bedroom freak" out of you.  On my relationship scale, sex is about a 9.  Keep your partner sexually satisfied and they won't seek pussy elsewhere.  Without the appropriate chemistry, sex feels more like a chore than an experience.

To me, sexual chemistry means many things.  Its more than just words and actions.  Its a magnetic connection that draws you to another person sexually.  Its a mixture of sex appeal, swag, intensity, passion and unspoken understandings.  A girl can say, "I want to fuck the shit out of you," and it could have no effect on me.  Might even make me throw up in my mouth a little bit.  But with someone you share an intense sexual chemistry with, that one line could turn on your vaginal faucets.  Amazing sexual chemistry makes you so open to exploring your sexual boundaries as well as your partners.  Intensity is mind blowing. 


In a day and time where people fuck to just fuck, take time to explore the idea of having sexual chemistry with one person.  That way your able to be sexually free with one person.  You can explore boundaries together because sexually, you are able to fulfill each others needs.  You'll eliminate a lot of partners and STDS. #Win

Featured Artist, Essence

As promised, here is the second installment of Essence's short story, "The Way You Love Me"

I was still sitting down, watching Jordan as she gathered her things and prepared to leave. I had something important on my mind and I knew that I needed to open my mouth and say something. But I know how Jordan is. I wasn't sure how she would react and honestly, I was expecting the worst.
A few days ago, one of the Def Jam publicists called to tell me that Heather's album release party was scheduled for tonight and they expected me to continue my hosting duties. That Heather had specifically asked for me and the party fulfilled one of the stipulations in a contract that I desperately wanted to get out of. I couldn't believe that Heather had asked for me. Over the years, we've run into each other from time to time. Of course, I'm always with Jordan and Heather is always surrounded by groupies in their little 'DJ Hazard' t-shirts. My usual reaction is to roll my eyes all the way into the back of my head and thank God that I had the good sense to drop her ass when I did. Sometimes she sends over a drink. Or her phone number. But I dismiss it all. It doesn't matter to me that she has money or cars. Everyone knows that Jordan is my woman and has been for a while. Still, it bothers Jordan. She makes it clear that she doesn't respect Heather and does not want me to be around her. I always end up having to find a way to keep the two apart and stop Heather from pushing Jordan too far. Trust me, Jordan is not the one to play with. Underneath her professional and easy-going persona, she is very protective, very aggressive and just a tad bit jealous. The last time we all attended the same party, we ended up leaving an hour early because Heather tried to dance with me and Jordan almost tossed her little ass into the bar.
So obviously, I knew that it wouldn't be easy to get Jordan to come to the party. And that she probably wouldn't want me to go at all. But I didn't have a choice. In order to get out of my Def Jam contract, I had agreed to host any five parties of their choice at one flat fee with no star perks. And Heather knew it.
When I saw Jordan reach for her keys, I knew that it was now or never. I had to talk to her. I had to tell her about the party. But how? I needed some help. Something or someone that she couldn't resist. If we had a kid, I would have used it as my cover but instead I just picked up our new puppy and shoved it into Jordan's face.
"Say hi Daisy! Say hi to Daddy!" The dog licked happily on the side of Jordan's cheek, brushing its wet nose against the side of her neck. Jordan grabbed the dog and tumbled onto the ground. We laughed and rolled around on the floor for a few minutes.
"Come on Daisy! Tell Jordy to come with me to the party!"
Jordan stopped playing long enough to ask, "What party baby?"
I picked the dog up and stood. Daisy could be my shield. "I was thinking that you could come to Heather's album release party with me". Bad idea. All movement stopped. Sensing the tension, Daisy jumped down and scampered off. Traitor.
"No, no. no. I'm not going. You're not going. We're not going!"
"But I have to go. Violet from Def Jam called. You know how things are right now. All I have to do is get on the mic, say a few words, pop a couple of bottles and then we can leave. What’s the big deal?"
I tried to hug her but Jordan wasn't having it. She pushed me away and said, "What's the big deal? Do you think my idea of a good time is watching that lame ass bitch flirt with my girl? You already know how I feel about her Jaisun. I don't like her, don't respect her. And why are you so pressed to go anyway? You tell Def Jam to kiss your ass any other day. What? You wanna see her or something?"
"Jordan, get a fucking grip. You know that I can't back out of shit like this anymore. I'm tired of being at Def Jam. They're not promoting me as well as the other artists. They're a music label and they signed me, knowing that I was a writer and a model. Now they don't know what to do with me. You know that I want to get out of this contract. This isn't about us, this is about business. Heather is cool but THAT'S IT! We dated, it didn't last, I'm with you! Stop being so damn childish and get over it! I don't care what you say. I'm going to the party...."
Jordan opened the door to leave but then turned to face me. She stood there quietly for a second and then suddenly punched the wall.
"I knew this shit would happen eventually. I can't believe this shit. My girl is arguing with me so she can go sit up in another female's face? Fuck it. Go. Don't go. I don't care."
She slammed the door when she left. That's never a good sign. A few minutes later, Daisy came trotting back into the room and gave me a look that said, "What the hell did you do now?"
I arrived for the party an hour late. I knew that Heather's manager would probably be mad but I didn't care. After Jordan walked out of the apartment, I'd been too distraught to dress. I just sat there, wondering how I had managed to mess up such a wonderful thing. Even now, the fight was still on my mind. I didn't understand why Jordan got so upset.
I snapped out of my thoughts long enough to notice that something did not seem right. There was no music blasting into my eardrum. No DJ screaming incoherently on the mic. And no mile long line of half-naked women outside. Didn't seem like one of Heather's parties at all.
When I reached the doors of the club, a young woman approached me. Smiling, she said, "Good evening ma'am. Ms. McDonald, I presume?"
I nodded yes. I followed her into the club, past the dance floor, beyond the VIP and into a private room. Entering the room, I immediately saw an elegant dinner table that was set for two. Candles, soft music, chilled champagne. My heart almost began to melt but a shockingly revelation hit me first. Heather set this up purposely. I needed to leave as soon as possible.
I headed to the door but a voice called behind me, "Jaisun! What's Up! Wait, where are you going?" It was Heather. For once, she actually looked kind of nice. The shades, the fur and the heavy chain were gone, replaced with a pair of small black reading glasses and a nice Polo outfit.
"Hey Heather, thanks for the invitation but I'm actually leaving. I don't think this is really a good idea."
She put down a small package that she held in her hands and walked over to me. "Look Jaisun, I know it seems kind of shady but I just wanted a chance to apologize for being such an asshole. I knew that you wouldn't come unless it was business".
"But Heather, what if Jordan had come with me? Do you understand what this shit looks like? "
"I know, I know", she said. Heather sat down and put her head into her hands. "Don't you know how much it bothers me that I fucked up? I was just so young and stupid. I don't even really act like that anymore. Now, that shit is just for show. I wish I had someone like you in my life now. Someone that doesn't give a fuck about all the material shit. Someone that's real."
I sat down across from her. I grabbed her hand and said, "Heather, I understand all that. I really do. But you can't put me in a bad position with my woman. I'm in a relationship with Jordan. I'm in love with Jordan. We can be friends but you can't try to come between that."
Heather assured me that she understood and we sat down for a quiet dinner. Six courses of absolutely delicious food. We were eating dessert and finishing our last cocktails of the evening. I playfully stole forkfuls of her strawberry cheesecake and somehow Heather managed to knock my entire cup of green tea ice cream on the floor. I'd forgotten how much fun she was. I remembered how I'd loved her youthful spirit and generosity. I pulled on my jacket and stood to leave, when Heather picked up the package she'd been holding all night and handed it to me. I opened it and saw an original copy of "Their Eyes Were Watching God". Autographed on the inside cover by Ms. Hurston herself.
"Oh my gosh! Heather! Thank you so much!"
"You're welcome Jaisun. And honestly, I really am happy for you and Jordan. Come on, let me walk you out."
I smiled and just as I turned to walk away, Heather spun me around and kissed me. I stood there shocked for a second and then pulled away.
Before I could open my mouth to forcefully object, I saw a shade standing in the doorway. Someone had been watching. And without even seeing her face, I knew it was Jordan.
"What the fuck is going on?"
I heard the tone of Jordan's voice and I knew she was furious. I could hear Jordan clinching her jaw from where I was standing. The invitation and small greeting card in her hand fell to the floor. She'd come to apologize. Felt bad about the argument that we'd had earlier. And now I was standing here, unable to explain the situation that I had gotten myself into.
"Jordan baby, listen. Heather and I..."
"Look Jordan", Heather interrupted as she stepped closer to Jordan. "Jaisun had no idea about
the dinner. This is all just a huge misunderstanding. For real yo, I really am sorry". Heather extended her hand for Jordan to shake. Jordan stood quietly and then out of nowhere began to laugh hysterically. When her laughter died down, she began massaging her jaw and staring at Heather's hand which remained unshaken. Without a second thought, Jordan hit Heather squarely in the jaw, sending her stumbling back.
At first I thought I had to be imagining things. But when I saw Heather clutching her jaw and Jordan standing over her cursing, I knew that I wasn't seeing things. I rushed over to Jordan and tried to guide her through the doorway. Before we could exit, Heather tackled her from behind. They crashed onto the floor, landing punches and kicks wherever they could. I stood on the sidelines yelling, "Stop it! This is so stupid! Ya'll are too old for this! Jordan, GET UP!"
Finally I separated them. Jordan had a cut above her eye and when I tried to examine it further, she roughly shoved me away.
"Jaisun, get the fuck away from me. Don't touch me."
"Jordy, stop being so stubborn and let me look at your eye". Jordan pushed my hands away and left. I glanced at Heather to make sure that she didn't have any serious injuries and then I dashed after Jordan. I didn't reach her before she drove away but I knew where she was going.
I drove straight to Jordan's apartment, trying to beat her home. I knew she would be going straight home. Jordan hated to drive when she was upset. When I arrived, I didn't see her car. I used my key to enter and after confirming that she hadn't come home yet, I went into the kitchen and made myself a drink. A strong one. I sat on the couch and looked around Jordan's apartment. I noticed all the pieces of me that she had incorporated into her personal space. A self-portrait that I'd painted in Monte Carlo and had given her on our first anniversary. A framed copy of my first Vogue cover. An old childhood picture of my mother and I. So many memories... I hoped that I hadn't ruined our chance for happiness.
Forty minutes later, Jordan walked through the door. She didn't notice me at first but when our eyes met, a look of disgust spread over her face.
"What are you doing here?"
"Jordan. Baby.. I just wanna talk to you".
She shook her head and opened the door, "Out!"
I struggled to hold in my tears. "Goddamn it Jordan! This is me that you're talking to! Me! You know that I didn't do anything with that girl! I love you"
Jordan slammed the door and shouted, "No! I don't know shit! All I know is that I thought we had something special Jaisun but we don't. So get the fuck out of my house!"
"Jordan, come on now! Don't do this to us!"
Tear streamed down my face but I didn't bother to push them away. I wanted her to see my frustration, my anger, my remorse. I knew that things looked bad but I also knew that I was innocent. Even Heather had supported that fact. So I didn't understand what the problem was.
"Jordan, I don't get it. I told you what happened. She told you what happened. What's the big fucking problem?!"
Jordan walked past me and sat in a chair. She shook her head and said, "Jai, you think I don't know that you don't fuck with Heather? You think I don't know that she planned all this shit? I know what that bitch thinks like! I used to be her! I used to act just like her! But I'm different now. I changed and I changed because of you. It's just the simple fact that I kept trying to tell you. I told you that Heather is sneaky and just wants to fuck up our shit. But you wanted to go be in her face anyway. Is it that I don't show you enough love? You need more attention? What the fuck is it Jaisun?!"
"Jordan, I told you. It was just business. Nothing more! Why can't you understand that?"
She chuckled. "Jaisun, if you hadn't gone to that party, the people at Def Jam would have bitched for a minute and then they would have made you do another party. That's it! That's all! Don't play me like I don't know the fucking business!"
Then her voice changed. She dropped her head into her hands saying, "It's not that I don't trust you. It's them that I don't trust."
I walked over and bent to face her. I lifted Jordan's chin and kissed her softly. "Baby, don't worry about me. I'm not going anywhere. We're in this together..."
We kissed again. "Forever".
© Copyright 2009 Essence M.
 
To Be Continued...

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Featured Artist Essence


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Its been a while, I hope you guys missed me.  I just returned from a well needed get away to California.  Anywho, I came across a very cool short story that I wanted to share.  I've been following this girl on twitter @Essencesosick.  She's a cool chick.  Very Witty and straight forward.  If you're not following her, then your timeline must be hella boring.  I digress... Essence is a writer.  Very evident to me because us creative types can see each other from a mile away. 

I decided to post one of her short stories on the blog.  Its going to be a 2-part posting.  Catch the first half of the story today, read the second half tomorrow.  ENJOY! I know you will because I definitely did :)

FYI- It's a lengthy read, but its worth it!

The Way You Love Me
Written by Essence
 
 
 
The Way You Love Me PT. 1

I was naked. Laying on my stomach, flipping through a series of old photographs. Staring at our past. Gazing at our memories. On the other side of the room, she sat in a tall bamboo chair that I bought on our last trip to Asia. The elderly Mandarin man who sold me the chair smiled at us and complimented us on our matching hair. We laughed and teased each other about who started their locks first and which one of us had the idea to reach for the bottle of Cinnamon Brown. As we giggled, I asked the man to snap a picture and capture the moment. We look beautiful with our matching hair and our beautiful new chair. Looking at the picture, the moment appeared perfectly clear in my mind. A warm smile spread across my face.
"What are you smiling about babe?"
I'd been lost in the moment and completely forgot that I had a cheesy grin on my face. When I looked up, she was pulling on her t-shirt and adjusting the top of her underwear. I had to stop and admire her. Jordan certainly had a beautiful figure. Her legs were golden and toned, arms muscular but her body was small-framed and her face very androgynous. Her strong jaw line and surprisingly feminine features gave her the look of a caramel version of Jenny Shimizu. I watched as she pulled her legs into a pair of jeans and reached for a sweater that she'd thrown over a chair last night.
Hmm.. if she just moved in she wouldn't have to put her things on her chair, on the floor, on the dresser, in the living room, in the dining room, and basically anywhere that there's space. But asking Jordan about moving in together is pointless. I might as well turn on her iPod, ask her to put her headphones on and crank the volume up because all she's doing is tuning me out anyway. Trust me, we've been down this road before. Dating since 2005 and we've never even shared the same living space. She says its because things are already great between us and she doesn't want to ruin it. Bullshit. You can travel the world with me, run a business with me, but you can't live with me? Something's wrong with that picture. But a long time ago I decided not to sweat the small things in life. A brush with death can make you do that. Jordan is a good woman, a good woman who loves me. So I decide not to think about our living arrangement anymore. I just want to watch her put on her sweater.
"Just looking at the pictures we took in Asia last year. You're sitting in the chair."
"Oh yeah. That was a great trip. Next time we do Asia, we're hitting Dubai".
Dubai? Seriously? Dubai is one of the richest country's in the world and even though we're doing well, we can't afford to spend too much too fast. Well, I know I can't. We have joint banking accounts but I also set up separate accounts so we can each have our own money to play with. Hell, we work hard. Jordan's been my manager for seven years, when I just starting out as a freelance writer. I didn't even know that I needed a manager. But when magazines started getting interested in both my looks and my writing, I had to get someone to help me handle the rush of bookings for fashion shows, album release parties and club openings. It surprised me that a Black female writer could become the new It girl in today's society which revolved around reality TV stars and anorexic party girls.
I met Jordan at a small gathering thrown by my friend Jade. Jade was going through a tough custody battle with her ex-partner and had turned her new drinking problem into fun for all. It was the average after work party. Lots of women in khakis and business suits, power suits and colorful dresses. Usually I loved these types of parties. There's just something sexy about a room full of beautiful, black and employed women. But this particular day, I wasn't in the best of moods. I'd just been fired from my job as Public Relations director of GIANT Magazine because I kept missing days due to my budding side career. My friends told me that it didn't matter since I was becoming quite popular with the media but I loved my job. I didn't want my co-workers to think I was unprofessional and I knew Smokey would be particularly disappointed. What could I do except drown my sorrows in round after round of shots with Jade. Before I knew it, we were all acting as if we were 18 and had broken into our parent's liquor cabinet. By the time I reached for my umpteenth shot, my hair was around my shoulders and the first three buttons on my shirt were undone. I threw my head back and let the cold vodka slide down my throat. In the process, I spilled some alcohol on my new vintage Diana Von Furstenberg dress. I'd spent half of my rent money on the dress after falling in love with it while shopping at my amazing friend Diana's consignment shop. But in my drunken stupor, I damn sure didn't care.

The Way You Love Me PT. 2
I was struggling to open a bottle of champagne when I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me and take both the bottle and corkscrew from my hands. I jerked my head around. I just knew that a stranger wouldn't be bold enough to invade my space like that. And just as I started to open my big mouth, I looked into the warmest brown eyes ever. My words got stuck in my throat as she unscrewed the bottle, spraying the sparkling bubbles into the air.
She poured a glass and handed it over. "Now, let this one be your last. I'd hate for you to get another stain on that beautiful dress. Diana isn't cheap, ya know?"
I sipped the glass slowly while I thought. I tried to avert my eyes but she was so incredibly sexy and one thing I've never been able to resist is a woman who knows her designer labels. However, from her appearance, she looked like a woman who knew her way around Bloomingdales. Kenneth Cole loafers. Ralph Lauren blazer. A sleek turquoise tie. Sexy...
"Thanks. I'm usually not this messy", I said as I tried to hide both my embarrassment and attraction. I wanted to stop fidgeting but she made me nervous. I was hoping that Jade would stumble over and interrupt us when she saw the freshly opened bottle in my hand but she just waved and kept flirting with her exotic looking next door neighbor.
She laughed and brushed my hair down a little. It wasn't a harsh laugh or a judgmental laugh. It was a comforting laugh. The type of laugh shared between friends in the corner of a crowded party. That's when I started to relax... and stopped holding in my breath to make myself look thinner.
"Aww, you'll be ok. But no more drinking. We can't have you dancing on the bar. By the way, my name is Jordan."
"It's great to meet you Jordan, I'm Jaisun".
We shook hands and smiled at each other. She was determined to sober me up so we spent the rest of the party standing on the balcony, talking and drinking coffee. She told me that she was a native New Yorker and an only child who'd recently earned her MBA from American University. I told Jordan that I'd graduated from Hampton University years ago and lucked into an entry level position at GIANT. I kept performing well and caught the eye and ear of the magazine's former editor in chief, Smokey D. Fontaine. Smokey and I became the new Andy and Edie...famous for just being famous. Eventually I rose to the PR position that I loved so much and after a few years, writing started to call to me. I'd always loved writing. A few articles here and there turned into a columns in Cosmopolitan and Detail Magazine. I told her that I didn't understand how three fashion spreads had turned me into an overall sensation. But I guess when those magazines are Essence, Vogue and Ebony, success should be expected. When I shared my feelings of becoming quickly overwhelming by my schedule, she offered to become my manager.
Of course, I had to be hesitant. I thought Jordan was a nice woman. Pretty smile. Beautiful face. But I wasn't convinced that it was enough to sign on the dotted line. A few weeks later, she faxed a resume to me. We went on a couple business lunches. Two months later, it was official.
After our business arrangement began, we made an unspoken decision to be friends. Neither of us liked the idea of mixing business with pleasure. Jordan became my manager, my confidante, and my best friend. We'd hit industry parties and then spend hours in IHOP afterwards talking about our ridiculous love lives. We each had bad luck with women. I settled into a forced celibacy while Jordan jumped from woman to woman. She never failed to call me after her failed dates to tell me about the women who threw themselves shamelessly at her. I'd always laugh but inside I felt that Jordan intentionally picked the wrong women. Anyone could see that a woman with her intelligence could do better than video vixens and drama queens. But I just kept my mouth shut and listened to her as she rambled off their never-ending list of faults.
We were friends for three years before things started to change between us. I'd recently broken up with Heather, a newly signed Def Jam artist who preferred to be referred to as DJ Hazard at all times...even in bed. After she pushed me out of bed for forgetting to call her by her stage name, I knew I'd had enough. When Jordan called me one crisp Autumn day to tell me that she'd just dumped Kai, her newest model girlfriend, and was coming over for a talk, I knew what to do. I made two cups of apple cider, laid out a bowl of popcorn, grabbed our favorite big fluffy blanket and popped in Love Jones. Jordan and I both had a deep infatuation with Nia Long and watched the movie whenever we were having a bad day. I was lighting incense when she knocked on the door.
When I opened the door, I expected her to be sad but she greeted me with the same Jordan smile.
"Aww, did the models hurt my pookie? Come here sweetie!", I said pulling her into my arms for a friendly embrace. She nuzzled her head into my chest for a second and then exploded into a fit of laughter.
"Jaisun, stop. You know me better than that. There's a million more women out there and all they all want me". We laughed some more and Jordan shrugged off her hoodie and threw it on a chair. "I'm not trippin over no female. Especially not Kai. When she started asking for a key, I knew it was time for her to go".
She flopped down next to me. "But that's old news. How was your day?"
I couldn't believe it. Jordan had just broken up with her woman and yet she was acting nonchalant and easy-going as always. It didn't even bother her. For some reason, the fact that she could easily dismiss women from her life without a second thought didn't sit well with me.
"How was my day? Girl, have you even called Kai? Do you know how she's doing? Do you even know if she's okay?"
Jordan stopped reaching for the popcorn long enough to stare at me in shock. "What the hell? Why do you care Jaisun? You said she looked like her favorite position was leaning over a toilet seat!"
I walked away shouting, "You're right! I don't care! I could care fucking less!" I went into my room and buried my face into a pillow. She's right, I thought. What am I mad about? Jordan would never hurt me. Jordan loves me. I love Jordan.
With that thought, I sat straight up. "Oh shit, I love Jordan", I said aloud. I covered my mouth in disbelief, unable to handle what I'd just said. I couldn't love Jordan. She was my friend. Jordan was the person who washed my car when I was too lazy to. She held my hand at each of my grandparent's funeral. Fought with me when I claimed to be too tired to work out. Jordan was my best friend.
I heard her come into the room. At first she hesitated to come closer but eventually she sat on the edge of bed.
"Jai? Are you crying? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry."
I shifted my weight so she couldn't my face. "I'll be fine Jordy. Just give me a minute".
I turned to stand up and there they were again, those same eyes. Before I could stop myself, I leaned over and kissed her. The first kiss was soft and cautious. Jordan paused for a second and inched back. Then she pressed her lips harder and took hold of the back of my neck. I'd always imagined what it would be like to kiss her. I thought her lips would be hard and pictured her as being an aggressive kisser. But she wasn't. She held me as if I was a precious object, something fragile and delicate. She didn't rush. Her hands and lips explored me with ease, unbuttoning my shirt and sliding it off my shoulders. Her lips wandered from my lips to my neck to my shoulders and back again. We sat kissing for nearly fifteen minutes before she abruptly pulled away.
I thought she would fall off the damn couch. She struggled to slide backwards but decided to stand.
"Jaisun, we can't. We just...can't. You're my friend. My homie. My client! We cannot fucking do this." She grabbed her coat and moved towards the door. "Look, just call me later. I have some shit to take care of".
I quickly buttoned my shirt and tried to beat her door. I kicked a basketball out of the way and winched in pain.
"Ouch! Damn it! Jordan, stop!" I put my back against the door and looked into her eyes. "Don't run away from this. You know that we have something. We have an amazing connection. You're my best friend. I didn't want to fall in love with you but I did".
"Oh shit, are you serious Jaisun? I'm out. I can't handle this shit".
Damn, I thought. I was so sure that Jordan felt the same way. I knew she did. I just couldn't let her walk away from something that felt so right. I knew I needed to try to a different approach and fast.
"So you're just gonna act like a little bitch? Then go ahead. Walk out. Go back to the bucket headed bitches that keep wasting your time. If you're too stupid to recognize a good thing, then fuck it".
The look on her face was priceless. It was a mixture of shock, amusement and stubbornness. "Oh shit, you wanna be tough huh? Ok, be tough now!" Jordan grabbed me and start tickling me. I knew that she wouldn't be able to resist my tough girl act. I begged and pleaded but she wouldn't let me go. Tears were streaming down my face when she finally relaxed her grip. My head was in her lap and as my laughter died off, Jordan shifted her weight to cradle me and stared at me. She had never looked at me with so much intensity.
"I love you Jaisun."
We sat like for a long time. Staring into each other's eyes. Smiling for no reason. We talked for a long time after that. She told me about the times her heartbeat had quickened when she walked in while I was in my bra and panties. The moments when she'd wanted to caress my face while I was sleeping. I couldn't help but to blush. I never knew she'd felt that way. I'd just taken a chance in the moment. But Jordan reassured me that her feelings were real.
"Come here babe...". She lifted me up, clutching the side of my waist. Cradling the side of my head, Jordan began to slowly kiss me. For a while I had absolutely no control over my body. I didn't feel my clothes peeling off. I couldn't feel my legs widening. But all of those things were happening. I saw an entirely new side of Jordan. She wasn't playful and jovial. She was intense and aggressive and sexy. She knew exactly how and where to kiss me. It was as if her body just talked to mine. Awakening something within me. I'd never felt that way about any woman. Sex had always been fun but no woman had actually taken the time to understand my body. To dig deep within its cervices and discover entirely new places of joy. Jordan showed me that she loved me through the way that she made love to me. I know it sounds weird but its true. Only a person who truly loves you would take their time pleasing you, making sure that you are left entirely satisfied whenever your bodies cease to connect.
When we finished making love, we laid on the floor. I was breathless. My legs were quivering. Most importantly, I needed a glass of water. I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around me. My ankle bracelets jingled as I walked to the kitchen sink.
I had just taken my first sip of water when Jordan said, "Let's go to Monte Carlo".
I swallowed hard and said, "Monte Carlo?! For what?"
Jordan walked over and grabbed me by the waist. She pulled me close and said," Because we can. Let's just hope on a plane and go".
And we did. We went to Monte Carlo. I almost didn't believe her until Jordan picked up the phone and called our travel agent. We held hands and sipped green tea on the plane. We never drank during our flights. Jordan loved feeling as if she was floating above everything. She wanted to enjoy the sensation. When we landed, I went to the baggage claim and Jordan rented the car. I don't know why I thought that letting her pick the car was a good idea. I couldn't miss the yellow Porsche Boxster S as I walked through the terminals exit.
"Jordan, what the hell?! This is too expensive!"
She looked up and flashed me a wicked smile. "Its about time that we start enjoying this money". I climbed into beside her after throwing the luggage into the rear. We turned up the music, put on our shades and sped off.
Before we hit the first curve, Jordan turned to me and said, "Jai, how fast do you think this car can go?" I gripped the sides of the seat as Jordan sped around the sharp curves. A part of me was terribly afraid but another part of me knew that I could trust Jordan with my life.
We rented a villa. It wasn't as grand as the nearby mansions of Madonna and Tina Turner but it was perfect for us. Surrounded by an exotic garden and shaded by trees, it gave us just the right amount of privacy. We spent days taking walks along the seemingly endless shore and nights tangled in crisp white sheets. The locals embraced us. The women taught me the endless amount of uses for olive oil. The man laid their jackets over puddles for us. They smiled as we ate off each other's forks and played together in the rain. The people there didn't just accept me or her, they accepted us. Jordan loved going to the casinos. We'd get dressed up and go drop thousands of dollars on blackjack. I'd dress as a Hollywood starlet. Lots of red lipstick and tight fitting dresses. Jordan would wear a tuxedo with dark Prada shades. She always did have a thing for James Bond. We gambled and drank and ate and fucked for a month straight. Completely abandoned our lives. Created a space for only us. But after a while, Jordan started feeling that itch again. Her Type A personality wouldn't allow her to remain away from business for long.
One day she came to me and asked me, "Don't you miss it Jaisun?"
I rolled over on the grass and said, "Miss what?" I knew what she was talking about. I knew she missed being busy. She missed the boardroom and the studios and the clubs.
"You know what I mean. Baby, we gotta go back. We have the opportunity to live an amazing life. Let's do that."
The next day we left.
That was three years and eleven months ago. We came back to New York. Came back to our separate apartments. Just as easily as we slipped into our friendship, we blended into being a couple. The time spent in Monte Carlo gave us a closeness that other couples envied. We could be in a room full of people and still act as if we were totally secluded. Other women sighed quietly to themselves when they saw us sitting alone, whispering to one another. Her co-workers still look jealous when I emerge from her office after a two hour "lunch meeting", looking cool and collected. A small hint of sex in the air but our faces didn’t show that I’d just been bent over her desk. We have a true love, built on friendship and respect. I would never disrespect Jordan and I know she’d never disrespect me. There have been times when other women have tried their luck but they were quickly put in their place. I never had to worry about indiscretion and if she cheated, I never knew. But we've been together for four years and have never lived together. Jordan says I only harp on that issue because we don't have any other problems.
And she's right. We don't.
Well, that statement isn't entirely true.

Tune in tomorrow for part 2!!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Child Abuse?

SMH at the parents of these young impressionable children.  These 3 babies are imitating which Hit reality TV show?

J WOWW & Snooki

Mike "The Situation" & Snooki
If you guessed Jersey Shore then you're correct!  Someone call ACS on these foolios that call themselves parents.  I do not think this is cute nor do I find it funny.  Dress your children up to imitate scholars not herpes infested "celebs" who make a living off of having lots of sex, drinking lots of liquor and getting into lots of fights on camera.  Don't get me wrong, I watch the show weekly.  I find it entertaining and I make sure to replace each brain cell that I've lost from watching the show by reading a book and educating myself.  I do NOT think that its appropriate to have your young children, who probably do not know how to say, read or write cat, dress up as characters from the Jersey Shore.  I'm pretty sure they know how to fist pump, say their ABC's, not so much.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Featured Artist PhiloSo[Free]

Free

I met Free on a COLD Thanksgiving morning as we volunteered our time feeding the homeless.  We joked and laughed as we handed out bread and fruit to tons of pushy homeless men and women.  I didn't get the chance to meet "Free the poet," or "PhiloSo[Free]" of the "Just Be Fabulous" organization,(an organization that encourages the LGBTQ community to forget the labels and embrace Fabulosity).  I slowly learned more about Free via twitter.  As she tweeted her flirtatious lines that would make any girl melt, I realized this girl has a way with words! And only then  was I introduced to "Free the Poet."  After watching her tweet some of her poetry, I HAD to feature her on the blog.  So here she is...

This poem is:                                                        Untitled

Contemplating the trials and tribulations
Of my ephemeral situations
I ruminate over why those I fervidly enamored
Have precipitately fallen apart
Cognizant I could devote a lifetime
Deciphering the enigmas of my heart.

Nevertheless, I’ll always remain curious

Why are humans so in love with love?
When their zeal and obsession
For perfection
Forges a love purely spurious.

Seems we are only playing
Life’s never-ending game:
Love is the child and we are its toys
Love is aware of human desperation
To fill many emotional voids.

We envision our perfect “Forever”
An ideal lover
Who’s beautiful, funny and clever,
A genuine love that simply falls in place
Yet when love becomes tangible,
Impetuously, we cop out in haste.

We build walls higher than God’s blue skies
Because “perfect” is an augury of misfortune,
Or perhaps we allow our insecurities
To manipulate our minds.

Yes,
 Many are jaded by our previous “perfections.”
We fell asleep atop the clouds of heaven,
Only to wake up to the burning fires of hell
As our “Forever”
Slowly evolved into our never
And our days of mourning dwelled.

Undeniably deplorable is not the love we lost,
But rather the love we never attained,
The love full of much potential
Devastingly obliterated
Because “Perfection” drove our insecurities insane.

Consequently, we leave the other hurt, bruised
Their emotions damaged and abused,
As shamefully, human foibles perforce oust the other
Because they were “too good to be true.”

We then expiate our actions with a sophistry
So eloquently articulated,
We begin to believe it true,
Feeling exonerated
When truly, it is oneself who has been duped,
By guiles of insecurities too abstruse
For human comprehension.
Nonetheless, we persistently
And desperately pursue our quests for love,
Furthermore, accumulating deeper self resentment.

Swallowed by our egos,
Into a deeper abyss we fall

“Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.”

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Music Video for "Far Away" - @MARSHAAMBROSIUS Sparks Debate In #Lgbt By @phoenixstar9

The video for MARSHA AMBROSIUS "Far Away " sheds light on the lgbt community's plight.  This video hit close to home because I have not seen any main stream artist put out a video relating to the struggle.  Check the video out and leave your comments.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Welcome to the Bad Girls Club!!

Everyone's guilty pleasure is coming back!  It's almost time for the Bad Girl's Club season 6!  Season 6 will be premiering this Monday at 10 PM.  I don't know a minority that does not watch this fuckery of a show.  While it highlights how ignant (yes, ignant) us woman can act, we still manage to watch every single week!  So there's always a break out "star" from these crack induced shows.  It seems like this seasons "star" is Charmaine Warren, known as Char on the show.  Char has a bit of a violent history which I guess will make for entertaining TV.  Char is not far from Natalie Nunn in that her antics are ridiculous.  In 2007, Char and her then boyfriend Justin Williams, who played for the Sacramento Kings, were accused of DRUGGING and SEXUALLY ASSAULTING a young woman after a Kings Party!  Talk about bad girl... Fortunately for her, chargers were eventually dropped.

Char
This girl isn't only bad, shes dirty!  She brags on her audition tape about how she does NOT like to shower and her friends often beg her to do so.  Shes actually a pretty girl, too bad she lacks intelligence. 

Check out her audition tape below, as well as pictures of the other Bad Girls Club Broads...

FYI: I wouldn't bang any of these broads.

Char's audition tape <---


Jade

Jessica


Kori

Lauren


Nikkie

Sydney

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

NEW MUSIC ***EXCLUSIVE*** FROM @YOUNGGATTAS " Im So G (SNL MIX)"

Im So G (SNL MIX)




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Princess Boy


5 Year old Dyson Kilodavis

Dyson and his Mother Cheryl








How many parents out there are accepting of their child's way of self expression?  What if you had a son who chose to express himself by wearing dresses?  Is that something you think you are open minded enough to handle?  Let's face it, being homosexual does not mean that you are open minded.  Some of us still can't accept two aggressive women in a relationship.  How would you handle a young child exploring his or her sexual identity at such a young age?

I came across an article about a 5 year old boy named Dyson Kilodavis, better known as "The Princess Boy."  Dyson was interviewed by The Today Show, where he told the host, "I love wearing dresses and I love the colors of pink and red," adding, "It makes me feel happy."

How profound is this?  By the age of 5 this young boy is already challenging his sexuality and is very aware of who he is.  I look at this little boy in admiration.  I believe in having a sense of self and individuality.  People search their whole life to know who they are.  People deny themselves of their inner desires and conform to what society thinks that they should be.  Here we have this 5 year boy who has not had a chance to experience the world, yet he recognize where he fits in and what he is more comfortable in. 

His mother says that it was an adjustment for her, but she decided to let her son be who he is.  How many parents would be able to do that?  While the rest of the world may be against this mother and father's decision, I stand behind it 100%. 

Watch him here ----> The Princess Boy

There is now a children's book about the Princess Boy.  The book explores ideas of self expression and comfort in your skin.  It also explores the idea of social acceptence.  Visit the website for more information. http://myprincessboy.com

Monday, January 3, 2011

Food for Thought

I hope everyone had a fabulous New Year!

Today is the 3rd day of the year and instead of posting my usual nonsense, I wanted to inspire a few people.

My approach to the new year is completely different from any other year.  Last year was not the best for me.  I endured a lot of stress and pain. Towards the end of last year, I noticed things in my life seriously beginning to fall apart.  I was having trouble in my relationship, I got laid off from my job and I was experiencing serious depression.  I learned a few things about myself and got a bit more familiar with my flaws.  I realized that I hold trust in NO MAN, just God.  The grace of God is what carried me through.  I made sure to surround myself with positive forces who encouraged me daily.  The last few days before the New Year, I decided to make some major changes in my life.  I felt like I was being stripped of everything.  No job, no relationship, no inspiration.  I'm a private person, so for me to put all of this out there, it must be for a purpose. 

Everything that happens in life is something YOU have control over. The value you apply to your life is a direct reflection of who you attract. If you value life, why let people who bring you do be apart of it?    I see a lot of lesbians with a whole bunch of drama in their life.  They don't realize or understand that when you fully know your worth and what you deserve, you wont find yourself in most of the bullshit that you are apart of.  I don't make resolutions because they're always broken.  This year I made the promise to myself to put God first followed by myself.  I don't want to preach, but God is the reason I find strength EVERYDAY.  Life is ONLY as positive as YOU make it.  You have complete control.  Don't ever give that control to anyone else. I tell my story because somewhere there is someone contemplating giving up.  It takes strength to keep going.  It takes strength to remain in control.  So while I'm on this road to self discovery, I'll keep you posted.  I amaze myself at how strong I've become.  Giving all the Glory to God.  Who knows where I'd be without Him.

Shout out to all my friends for always being there.  Shout out to my Stink.

<3

Happy New Year!!!

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