“NaNoWriMo…if you actually give a shit about writing for its own sake, you don’t need to bother.”
Men Are Just Wired Funny
Upon having a conversation with a male friend of mine about love, sex, lies, relationshits, and other things we probably shouldn’t have been talking about at three in the morning, I realized that it’s a woman’s nature to cradle, caress, converse with, and care for. On the contrary, I also realized that it’s a man’s nature to long to reach out and touch, fondle, embrace, and expel all his energies making love to a woman. How insensitive of them, right? Right! Then, again, God did say, “Be fruitful and increase in number.” That’s what we’re supposed to do- have sex and make babies…….You know how Adam gets turned on simply at the sight of Eve but she focuses more on the way Adam makes her feel and what he tells her? Had Eve been more like Adam, working in the fields, wanting to chase him, and arm wrestling, they never would’ve got around to having sex and making babies. I guess we’re wired different for a reason, huh? Well, of course, but are we wired too different? Yes? No? Maybe! I say just a little bit. Because when I asked this friend what he thinks women think about sex and the men whom they have premarital sex with his response was a little too surprising. He confessed, “I don’t know. I don’t think girls really care because we don’t. And sex is just sex it’s really nothing special. Five, maybe ten, seconds of pleasure and it’s over.” I was more than dumbfounded because I know and live by the scripture “Flee also youthful lusts: but follow righteousness, faith, charity, peace, with them that call on the Lord out of a pure heart.” Anyway, I asked why he felt this way and, again, I was surprised at how honest and real he was being. He responded with the response of all responses, “Girls know what guys want and they give it. Guys know what girls want to hear and what they want us to be so we pretend to be that and we tell them whatever to get what we want. Afterwards, the only one who ends up hurt is the female. We’re just happy we got ours it.” He was right and we both knew it. However, because I felt he was so blunt and harsh with his words, I feel it’s my duty as a woman to defend us. But we all know, there are too many women who give their hearts and their bodies to a guy, before their I do’s, in hopes of obtaining love. But this whole conversation got me thinking. And, ladies and gentlemen, I have come to a conclusion:
A man gives love to get sex, while a woman usually gives sex to get love. It’s a dangerous combination because the man gets his prize and the woman goes home empty-handed and empty, period. The prize? Well, for him the prize is sex, for her, it’s the relationship. The sex is simply the price she has to pay to get her prize. Meanwhile, she doesn’t realize that because he has his prize, he sees no point of continuing the game. The game? Love. The game of love is also very dangerous because women are aroused by what we hear and fell. Whereas, men are aroused by what they see. So whenever a woman sexually satisfies a man, he mentally, emotionally, and; of course, physically fucks her. The end.
Silly Humans……
10 Ways to Know You’re a Writer
I am definately numbers 10, 3, and 2!
You’ve wondered, right?
You’ve asked yourself this question many times and you’re reading this post to find out, “Am I a writer?”
Like a hypochondriac checking out WebMD for signs and symptoms, you scour articles and blog posts for the telltale signs and symptoms that you’ve got what it takes to declare yourself a writer.
I do, too. That’s why I came up with this list of 10 Ways to Know You’re a Writer.
After reading the list, click on the links to the other great blog posts and articles that relate to each of these ideas.
Please leave me a comment about which symptoms you come down with most often, or add some new ones of your own.
You Know You’re a Writer if…
10. You take really long showers because you’re working on a writing problem or your fictional characters are having conversations in your head and…
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Dilemma
Truth be told, I was tired of seeing “colored” women portrayed as being sad, depressed, and downright hopeless. But, once I actually sat down and watched the film, For Colored Girls, I was not disappointed. Of course, there’s always one line that sticks with you. For me it was said by Tangie, the woman who fills the void in her life with sex. And she said, “Being alive and being a woman is all I got, but being colored is a metaphysical dilemma I haven’t conquered, yet.” Now, quite frankly, it hasn’t been a walk in the park, being a young “colored” girl. But as I look back on my 16 years as a young black woman in this country, I wouldn’t change a thing. I’ve experienced a richness of life that comes from my family history, my own past and the present where I’m proudly watching a Black man serve as President of the United States. I wouldn’t trade my race for anything in the world, I love being black! I’ve always loved everything about being black. My skin, my big eyes, my full lips, my hair (even though I choose to do different things with it, I love my natural hair)! But, mostly, I love the uniqueness of us, “colored people”. I have my grandmother, Essie Mae King, to thank for that. It’s because of her that I am not completely overwhelmed with being “colored”.
This whole rant is the effect of a conversation I had, last night. Actually, it was more like an argument. However; in the course of that argusation (yes, I just made up that word), I learned a lot about myself, as a young “colored” girl. The question/comment/insult that led to this argusation: “Why y’all always male bashing? And it’s always y’all male bashing y’all own race. Especially, that ‘For Colored Girls’ movie. That s*** ain’t nothing but negativity for y’all, by y’all. Y’all always talking down on each other, which is probably why y’all haven’t moved up as a people.” Honestly, when I read what she had to say, I was pissed. It left me feeling misunderstood as a black female. I mean, I love black men. And I love this movie. So, if you were to ask her; because I enjoyed the movie, I, too, am a male basher. The problem was, I didn’t and still don’t think there was any male bashing in the film at all. And I damn sure don’t think being “colored” is metaphysical dilemma. However, I will say that I can see why she believes it was a male bashing film and her point (about why we haven’t moved up as a people) was somewhat valid (her deliverance was just jacked up). We, as “colored people” don’t come together often enough to actually change anything and if we do, we don’t put in the work in its entirety. I also think that this movie touched on a lot of things that we (African Americans) try to cover up……….We try to portray ourselves one way; meanwhile, our lives are falling apart. And that’s just the way we are. Well, to prove this amigo of mine wrong, I wrote a poem. I think it sucks so you won’t get to enjoy that piece. But, I hope you will enjoy this picture, instead:
Better LATE Than Never
As I will explain, in a later post, I had to delete my blog…..But, I’m Back!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, let’s get back to business. And, business wouldn’t be business without something to show for it, right? Well, while I was gone, I received an Inner Peace award that I am super ecstatic about. Especially because there’s only one rule, which requires me to write a short piece on why I am accepting the award( and I’ll even tell you guys why I’m passing the award on)! Yay!
But, I have to be completely honest, I don’t think that I’m the most qualified for the award. Although, I am grateful to Don Charisma for presenting me with it, there’s someone much more eligible than myself. Of course, that person is Rosalind Guy. From her, I’ve learned many life lessons. And, one of the most important one’s was that it’s more about how we perceive what’s happening to us, rather than anything else that determines our inner peace. Changing our perception of people and situations, can have a dramatic effect on our inner peace so, because of her I do my best to look for positive ways to perceive peace.
P.S. I gave the Inner Peace award to Mrs. Rosalind Guy, not because she’s one of my favorite people but, because of who she is and what she’s overcome. It’s extremely difficult for me to remain calm in challenging situations and around difficult people but she is always so tranquil. (Which was very different for me because I’ve never met someone with such a positive attitude towards everything). This woman is the perfect example of a Cinderella and if it weren’t for her, I’d probably be a different kind of person…………..
P.P.S. If you don’t have a Cinderella, in your life, you need to find one.
XOXO,
A Grateful Child
I Won An Award!
Rules for this Award:
1.Thank the person who nominated you.
2.Add the Very Inspiring Blogger Award to your post.
3.Share 7 things about yourself.
4.Nominate a list of bloggers that inspire you.
5.Include this set of rules.
6.Inform your nominees by posting a comment on their blogs.
Thank you so much http://westutterandwedontcare.wordpress.com for nominating me for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award! I am absolutely honored and I love your blog! Again, I thank you for my nomination and, by the way, I love your blog!
7 Things About Myself:
1. I’ve never had chicken pocks.
2. I’m terrified of the dark.
3. I stay busy with track, school, and QOE so I won’t have to come home directly after school.
4. I used to be very sensitive but, after a while, you learn to fake it.
5. Instead of reading away my sorrows I prefer to eat my way back to happiness.
6. I suck at giving/remembering directions.
7. When meeting someone new, I don’t seem shy, but I am actually freaking out inside.
And the Nominees Are:
1. Abhishekizy
2. Cristian Mihai
3. johncoyote
4. Natacha Guyot
5. Gene’O
6. the curtain raiser
7. Don Charisma
8. Anchors & Freedom
9. spiritministries
10. Living with Shadows
P.S. There are several blogs I would’ve nominated, but I’ve already nominated them for an award and I didn’t want to be bias, in a way……………
– Raven
Burning Down the House
Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?
Strange how I just read a book that had a lot to do with fire. It was the bomb! I cried, smiled, laughed, and cried some more. But it was worth it. TBW (http://www.amazon.com/Tattered-Butterfly-Wings-Rosalind-Guy/dp/1494831457) is one of those books that is just amazing, for no reason. As soon as, I turned the first page, I began highlighting. And if you’re a great reader, you know why. I highlight the things that I feel, that I can relate to, or things I’ve been through. And it ain’t easy. Let me tell you, sometimes, I can’t even find a book to highlight. But I found it. On the first page! I started the book Monday night and I hadn’t dropped it, until last night. When, I finished. Lol, that’s how you know it was something else! Between Marcus, Petey and Glory’s very strange relationship (and Joseph’s crazy dreams), I had no desire to drop the book and do my homework assignments. Assignments that needed to be done, today, had been done, during first period. And don’t get me started on my college assignments. Well, yeah get me started because I haven’t. Yet! That book was everything and more, plus some. I love it! Oh, yeah the fire……
Two suitcases. That’s all. I grabbed two suitcases. Of course, it was full of nothing but books, food, my computer, journals, and soap (toothbrush and paste, and towels). I grabbed a few clothes but nothing too heavy. Where would all my books go, right? Ha-ha, most of my ‘necessities’ were damaged so I have nothing. Nothing, but my books and my journal. Yep, that’s all I need to be happy. That’s all I need and I am happy!
P.S. TBW is great……You guys should check it out! It’s by none other than the Rosalind Guy!
XOXO,
Raven
Breaking All The Rules
Prompt: Think about the last time you broke a rule (a big one, not just ripping the tags off your pillows). Were you burned, or did things turn out for the best?
I learned early on to always be honest and to follow the rules. And I’ve pretty much done just that, although I have had a couple of run-ins with my school principal (I know better now). But, for some reason, I can’t recall doing anything major like cheating on a test or skipping school. I’m not too into making or getting into trouble. I’m not like most teens, I don’t drink, smoke, or party. Omg, that’s it! I might be a normal teen, after all. There is only one time when I can recall acting out……….I was a sophomore in high school and at the time, I was into parties. Still, the goody-goody I was (and still am), I enjoyed dancing and listening to music with my friends. I remember at one party the police actually made us all go home, of course, they scared the heck out of us first. Okay, here’s the scoop:
It was a homecoming week and a close friend of mine threw a party. I was personally invited and I choose to go. I brung another friend but little did I know that they would be extra live. Live means to be full of people, exciting, or something that is very enjoyable. Well, I wasn’t enjoying myself because I felt like something was about to go down. Plus, I was uncomfortable around all of those people who I barely even knew. Just as I grabbed my friend and headed for the door, I seen those blue lights. I thought, “This is it. I’m going down. I am going down. Oh my GOD! My mom is going to kick my a-.” The police officer knocked on the door. “Uh Oh,” I thought, ” This is it.” It was one of those situations where I knew I was wrong and I was ready to confess my guilty conscience. He looked around, seeing we were all afraid, and yelled. I don’t remember what he said verbatim, however, I remember him looking serious. I could tell he meant business. He looked me dead in the eye and laughed for about ten seconds. Then, he stopped and left us with,” Everyone get off of the property, if you do not live here.” Everyone looked confused, he continued,” You have ten minutes.” By the time her turned around, I was almost run over by all the people scattering from upstairs, downstairs, and the back yard. I wanted to run, too, but I didn’t know why they were running. (The police officers weren’t calling our parents, checking around, or anything). I wanted to run because I had just called my mother and if she even heard a siren, I would be grounded and my books. Oh, my books, would be taken away and I wouldn’t be allowed out for a while. A long while and I wasn’t having that. So, that’s why I wanted to run, they were probably running because they were doing things teens shouldn’t have been doing. And I was around it and for that I was ashamed and I still am. Honestly, that’s one of the reasons I was uncomfortable and I was upset with myself for even being in such a situation.
I hadn’t done anything major but I was afraid by the time the police decided to leave, my mom would be pulling up. With this thought, I jogged to another friends house with the friend I came to the party with and I called my mom to tell her my new location. She arrived before the police left and just as they were turning the corner, we got into the car. She asked,” What happened?” Me and the friend looked at one another and shrugged our shoulders, as we turned towards my mother. Now, I know you guys are probably giving me one of those looks. Don’t. I hate those looks and I know y’all have done worse…..So, don’t look at me like that because now I know. I know not to go to another party, at least, with those same people. I haven’t been to a party since and if I go to another one, it’ll have to be for a very special occasion. Anyway, the friend and I were settled, in my room, knowing we were in the clear. I was so happy. We laughed and talked about how nervous we both were. It was no laughing matter, but because I had never done anything so crazy we both knew I finally had a story to tell my children. Ya know, stories like the time you snuck out of the house or how you stole your parent(s) car. I haven’t done either but I have been to a party. A party that got busted! I’m not happy about it but now I have something to tell my children not to do. Because I’ve been there and don’t that and they don’t need to repeat history. The whole boring parent speech thingy. We’ve all gotten it, at one point or another.
Well, that’s my story. Don’t tell my mom. In due time, I’ll tell her about it. Over coffee, in a crowded place, when she’s old. With police around and witnesses and little kids. Just to be safe……Ha ha! Have a great rest of the day everyone. Thank you for reading.
XOXO,
A Teen With A Story To Tell
The Chosen One(s)
As the rules say I must nominate 10 individuals for the Liebster Award and think of 10 questions for them to answer…. Here are the nominees:
5. chloemayward
7. Sourcerer
9. CyndelBee
Here are the questions they have to answer:
1. You are forced to give up all books. From now on you will read one book, for the rest of your life, what is it and why?
2. You can be anyone/anything, besides yourself, who/what are you?
3. (Pick one male and one female) Maya Angelou, Emily Dickinson, or Nikki Grimes? Robert Frost, Langston Hughes, or James Baldwin?
4. How will you deal with failure?
5. Have you keep a New Year’s Resolution? If yes, what was it? If no, what’s one you plan on keeping? If you don’t have any resolutions, make one and keep it!
6. Besides reading and writing what do you do in your free time?
7. What book(s) are you reading now? Are you reading diversely?
8. Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?
9. Have you ever experienced writer’s block? (Of course! But….) What do you do to find the influence to write, during this horrific time?
10. Are you willing to be critiqued and/or edited?
21st Century Adolescent 