Monday, May 6, 2013

Guess Who's Back?

Hey good people! What's going on? I know! I never thought I would open up my blogger client for this site again either. But here I am, back in the fray, and with an update on my life.

I'm getting married!

That's right, boys and girls. I've been in a long distance relationship with an amazing man for 7 months as of yesterday. And he and I know we're meant to be, so as of August 16,2014 my last name is changing as well as my life. See, he's from England via Australia, so next year we'll be moving 2 the Land Down Under. That's right! I'm turning my back on this land of the not so free, and home of the wannabe brave and heading for Aussielandia with my hunk.

So ladies, have a little bit of faith. You can find the man of your dreams if you step out of the box confining you on faith. You just never know. Your dream might just be waiting to come true.

Love and light!

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Gone Too Soon... Michael Jackson 1958 - 2009

Hey Everybody. I know, it's been awhile since a sistah wrote a post, but like many my life has been hectic.

Then June 25, 2009 happened, and now I feel like my life will never be the same again.

I can't even bring myself to type the words, because they just don't feel real to me yet. Some part of my soul is hoping that all of this will turn out to be some kind of sick, sad joke, but alas... I know the truth, and it hurts.

Michael Jackson died, and my world feels like it's been tilted on its side, never to be righted again.

Like so many, I am a child of the 80's and his music was the soundtrack to my life. Where were you when he moonwalked his way into the American consciousness?

It's not that I knew him personally, but man did I feel like he was there to help me through some really painful moments in my life. I believed him with everything I had when he told me You Are Not Alone, stopped and took a long, hard look at the Woman In the Mirror.

A tremendous void has been left in American pop culture that can never be filled, and I cried yesterday and today for the knowledge that, but for cd's, movies and videos, my child/ren will never know what a truly gifted artist Michael Joseph Jackson was, and that is the greatest tragedy of all. Our children may never have the chance to experience that kind of joy, of pure entertainment because the heart and soul has gone out of popular music...

So call him what you will: MJ, Whacko Jacko, Monster, Pervert... the one title that you will never be able to take from him is THE GREATEST.

It is my fervent prayer that the peace and joy that eluded Michael for his entire 50 turns around the sun is his tonight. Sing with the rest of the angels in His choir.

"The world was one thing, but all people are not of it. Some are better than it, apart from it, more splendid, untouchable and pure."
Anne Rice, The Feast of All Saints

Truer words will never be spoken. Thank you Michael for providing the soundtrack to my life.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Summer is Here... Let the Fun & Games Begin!!!

Hello lovelies! Hope everybody is having a blessed day no matter where you all are! I know, I know--I'm a bad innawebs mommy, but the weather got hawt and I had to hit the doh! I can't wait for the Taste of Chicago to start. Sexy men really do seem to come out of the woodworks, and since I am now officially on my "Get Sexy 4 Summer" kick, I am feeling full Diva mode (I'm sexy, you know it, and yeah you do want me) coming on. It's going to be a good summer :D

So I was busy lurking one of my favorite forums, and I found a topic that pretty much threw me for a loop and had me slightly amused and puzzled at the same time. One of the posters wanted to be taught how to flirt.

Okay, for those of you who don't know, I am a bonified serial flirter. I do it without realizing that I am, and it's gotten me into trouble since I got out of the marriage from hell. Robert (the cute guy I date off and on) has told me that I am the worst serial flirting offender he's ever known, and I can believe him! I flirt without knowing that I'm doing it, because honestly, some of the men I flirt with aren't even my type, but I can't seem to help myself. I'm not a shy girl (shuh... big surprise right?), so when men strike up a conversation with me, I will talk to them and before you know it, I'm doing the cute giggle-tittery laugh, touching his arm and getting him all geeked up to ask me out. *sigh* I wish I knew how to turn it off at times (especially when dude looks like Cleotus Clump from Nutfunk, TN... you know you know what I mean!), but alas, I cannot.

Now don't get it twisted, I enjoy all of the attention from the guys that I like, but when a man wants to act a certified monkey doodle fool because you don't want him is when I have to start handing out tongue lashings like a mofo. You have seen me when people have raised my ire because of this blog, please believe and trust me when I tell you that a sistah is 100 times worse IRL.

Now since I am advocating CW "Stay off the Innawebs" Summer Challenge, I figured that now would be as good a time as any to take advantage of this blog and give "Beautiful Black Woman's Flirt-O-Matic Seminar on Achieving the Level of Flirtatious Vixenella". Try not to break too many hearts with the tools and tips ladies! (Shouts out to the ladies of my fave forum holding it down! Most of these tips are theirs with some words from em thrown in)

1. Ooze confidence out of your pores. I notice that when I have on a new outfit, hairdo, or face (makeup) I walk with an air of confidence. Men literally come out of the sidewalks to try to holler at me. Any other time I walk around like I am on a mission and my face probably (unintentionally) reads "don't talk to me". I notice that men don't holler. If you know you're the shiznit so will the men.

2. Make eye contact. If you see a man you are interested in, gaze at him until he notices that you are looking at him. Smile lightly and hold his gaze for a couple of seconds then look away.

3. Throw out hints while talking to him. While making small talk ask him if he is married/has a girlfriend. If he says yes, tell him she's a lucky woman then move on. If he says no, ask him why not.

In summary: When you see a man you like, there should be NO question as to whether or not you're interested. Your face and body language should make it known. How? Make eye contact, look away quickly, then look back again in mock surprise, eyes wide like, "Daaang, what magnificent thing have I just seen??" When you make eye contact again, smile. If he needs a little more encouragement, look him up and down like you like what you see, meet his eyes, and smile again with a slight nod, almost like you didn't mean to nod. If after alla that he doesn't walk over, then he's not interested. If it's because he's still too shy after all that encouragement, it wouldn't work anyway unless you're into shrinking violets.

Too add: After he comes over, then you can fall into the regular stuff like touching his arm, his knee, lightly brushing against him to get by (NO NOT PUTTIN' YOUR BREASTSTISES ON HIM. LOL!), laughing at his jokes (corny or not), etc. I have found that men love it when you are really interested in who he is rather than what he can do for you. Don't get me wrong, it's nice to know what kind of job he has and what kind of money he makes, but for our lesson's sake, leave that convo for your first date.

Now ladies, these tips are in no ways complete, and there's always a chance of you striking out. I always say you have to flirt with at least 10 men before you'll find one who's interested. It's all about the mnumbers. The more you put yourself out there, the more likely you are to find a man who is at least interested in buying you a drank. And ladies, if he asks, please let him, even if he isn't physically your type. I know it's hard, but skinny Biff from Accounting might just end up being your knight in shining armor!

Okay, that's it. Go out and get your flirtations on. We are woman, hear us roar!!!

My favorite summertime video. See ya'll next post!

Friday, May 16, 2008

Hair Intentions...

Hey Ladies and gents! I know I have been incognegro for a bit, but a big gurl has been out in the world enjoying herself. The weather in Chicago is finally acting like it might want to stabilize, the sun is shining, my life is beautiful and darn it, I am happy! It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood! My only complaint is the lack of stable warm weather! All this up and down is wearing me out. I'm walking out the house in the morning wearing a winter coat but by the time I get home, I'm wearing shorts, a tank top and flip flops? WTH?!?!

Global warming is real. 'Nuff said.

So I am over on one of my favorite websites reading and I just happened on a topic started by a young mixed race woman wondering where all the BM with locs who love sisters with the nappy hair have gone. This young lady basically is wondering why all the Black men she sees are in the company of white women. Now normally I would just play pass me by and keep it moving, but something about this one drew me in, so I started reading. Ok, so it started out with the same ole song and dance about all the Black men that ths particular poster sees have locs, but they aren't checking for her because they're too busy checking for the local White, Asian, Hispanic and other flavors. Needless to say, I almost choked on my Coca-Cola because this girl is biracial herself and yes her father is the Black in the equation.

Here's part of the post:

Whenever I've seen a brother with an afro or Locs, if there's a woman with him - she's white. Now, I might need to sit down and STFU since I'm biracial of the same mix, but I never saw my dad with another white woman after they broke up. He was only w/ black women before her and after her. So I don't think it was a preference for him. I don't have a problem with interracial relationships since, like I said, I'm a product of one and I've been in a couple myself. I'm usually color blind, but seeing that over and over is starting to confuse me.

I see other brothers with regular short cuts or whatever and who they're with is usually a sister. Even when they are with women of other races, the percentage is a lot lower than the brothers I see with afros or locs. Every time I see a brother(or sister) wearing their crowning glory I get all excited, then I don't understand why if you're so proud of yourself and your heritage why there seems to be this predisposition to only be with women of a different race? I have no problem with interracial relationships, but I don't get the Napptural men + white women every time I see them?

Okay, color me amused, but what the hell? She says her Dad was never with another WW after her Mom: he went back to Black women and stayed there. That right there should have told her what the deal was with that relationship, but whatever. But this young lady is just like the legions of BW sitting around right now angry as hell because "their" Black men are walking around with a white girl on his arm. They want to yell, scream and whine at Fate for taking "their" men and "giving" them to a White woman. You all know how I feel about that "hand full of dirt scenario", but that's neither here nor there. I'm really trying to wrap my mind around this lady's comment, especially since this girl is BIRACIAL. Now don't get me wrong, I understand where this young lady is coming from, and that might as well have been me a few years ago. I love natural hair and when I see a BM with his locs looking particularly luscious, a sister might need to fan herself a lil bit, 'cause I love a good looking set of locs no matter the wearers color.

But at the same time, I am under no illusions about how BM really feels about sisters who wear their hair natural. Sure you'll find a lot of brothers who might love it, but chances are they want a woman with a video hoe weave or some creamy cracked out edges. It doesn't matter how many metric tons of weave you wear or how many scalp fires you have endured, you better not let that man see not nan lil bit of the nappy you show or he will dog your ass out worse than a random fool in the streets. And heaven forbid you got that real nappy, straight from the jungle, bush b*tch hair!

*dead faint*

I know a young lady just like this one. Her favorite saying is "If it ain't Brown, it ain't goin' down", she is virulently anti-White and basically thinks that all white men are down with lynching Black people, all YT secretly hate BP, etc, etc. One of the very first things I wonder about biracial women (and men to some extent) who feel like this is: Are you wearing your hair nappy because you are biracial, but are ill-at ease with the white blood flowing through your veins and trying to show how blickety-black or ‘down for the cause’ you are so, therefore, that must be the motive for others who wear their hair natural? Or are you truly that into everything Black that you feel you must hate the part of yourself that reviles your so-called Pro-Black sentiments?

This is a whole other discussion, so for now I will digress and head back to my original topic.

As I kept reading, I'm wondering why she's so confused about the brothers with locs and 'fro's being with WW, but never seems to mention BW with naptural hair walking around with their White or other ethnicity SO's, but I digress, knowing deep within my cold, dark heart that there was going to be a sister like me, somewhere somehow who is into dating men of all colors who would come in and lay the smackdown on this thread, and my girl MissEmbrya surely did not disappoint.

Here are her comments:

To give the OP a serious answer...the reasons are complex and varied. Some might be instances of true love; others might be instances of over-compensating for self-hatred. Many *pro-Black* figures have an intense love for the White woman...James Earl Jones, Sidney Poitier, Frederick Douglass, Harry Belafonte, etc.


...Why do Black women continue to show blanket loyalty to a group of men who do not return that fidelity? It boggles the mind. Ya'll givin' these Negroes too much power. Black men do not belong to Black women.

Stop chasing after the tall, dark chocolate brotha who doesn't want your azz and accept that drank from rhythm-less Todd with the Ashton-Kutcher haircut.

When Black women in general show emotion/slight interest about their interracial conquests, their stock goes up, they start feeling themselves, and they treat Black women like trash. Black men have too much power when it comes to relationships. And this needs to change.

If Black women started giving a Todd or a Hector a chance and adopting a neutral attitude towards these relationships BM would be falling over themselves to get a chocolate gal. I am obviously pro-interracial love, but (IMO and experiences), most of these brothaz date White/Asian/etc. women because they hate Black women (or themselves), not because of a genuine connection.

*standing ovation*

I sat cheesing for about 20 minutes after I read this post and others that followed. The young ladies are finally getting it. They see that there are worlds of other men who would love to have them and damn it if they aren't starting to open their minds and hearts to accepting them, even if they do have a bird chest and look like a white Ethiopian! (You had to see the picture of Ashton Kutcher that was posted to get the joke.)

So ladies, slowly but surely those coming behind us are seeing that the world is a big place, and shutting themselves off is not going to work. One thing I have to say that Miss E. had 100% correct: when BW started becoming the “wanted” woman, our stock will go sky high and watch the very same sorry ass BM who left us come crawling back! Some people call those of us who advocate for more BW to date outside of their chosen boxes "evangelicals", but I don't see myself as a preacher or anything of that sort. I love my sisters with all my heart and I just want us as a group to do better. Does spreading the message to our daughters, sisters, friends, cousins that there're a whole planet full of beautiful men of every hue who would love to be a part of your life, make you his wife and build something special with you make me an evangelical?

Nope. It just makes me a woman who's seen for herself that the world is large and that there's someone out there for everybody!

Since I’m in a really, really good mood, I have decided that the video I’m posting today is going to be a tribute to one of the hawtest IR couples on daytime television that never was: Todd Manning and Evangeline Williamson aka Tangie or Tangeline. For those of you who don’t watch ABC Daytime, Tangeline was the biggest supercouple that never came to be completely. Todd was sent back to his white wife and Van was sent to a safer, ethnic lover in Christian Vega (played by the always smoking hawt David Fumero). Tangeline will live in my heart forever because they had it all: chemistry, friendship, love and enough heat when they kissed to melt all the plastic in your television. So to my fellow Tangies, this one is for you!

You all take care and see you soon… I think!

Monday, May 5, 2008

Rest Well Sweet Princess

The word has lost a hero for the ages. This just came across my desk from Yahoo News:

RICHMOND, Va. — Mildred Loving, a black woman whose challenge to Virginia's ban on interracial marriage led to a landmark Supreme Court ruling striking down such laws nationwide, has died, her daughter said Monday.

Peggy Fortune said Loving, 68, died Friday at her home in rural Milford. She did not disclose the cause of death.

"I want (people) to remember her as being strong and brave yet humble — and believed in love," Fortune told The Associated Press.

Loving and her white husband, Richard, changed history in 1967 when the U.S. Supreme Court upheld their right to marry. The ruling struck down laws banning racially mixed marriages in at least 17 states.

"There can be no doubt that restricting the freedom to marry solely because of racial classifications violates the central meaning of the equal protection clause," the court ruled in a unanimous decision.

Her husband died in 1975. Shy and soft-spoken, Loving shunned publicity and in a rare interview with The Associated Press last June, insisted she never wanted to be a hero — just a bride.

"It wasn't my doing," Loving said. "It was God's work."

Mildred Jeter was 11 when she and 17-year-old Richard began courting, according to Phyl Newbeck, a Vermont author who detailed the case in the 2004 book, "Virginia Hasn't Always Been for Lovers."

She became pregnant a few years later, she and Loving got married in Washington in 1958, when she was 18. Mildred told the AP she didn't realize it was illegal.

"I think my husband knew," Mildred said. "I think he thought (if) we were married, they couldn't bother us."

But they were arrested a few weeks after they returned to Central Point, their hometown in rural Caroline County north of Richmond. They pleaded guilty to charges of "cohabiting as man and wife, against the peace and dignity of the Commonwealth," according to their indictments.

They avoided jail time by agreeing to leave Virginia — the only home they'd known — for 25 years. They moved to Washington for several years, then launched a legal challenge by writing to Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy, who referred the case to the American Civil Liberties Union.

Attorneys later said the case came at the perfect time — just as lawmakers passed the Civil Rights Act, and as across the South, blacks were defying Jim Crow's hold.

"The law that threatened the Lovings with a year in jail was a vestige of a hateful, discriminatory past that could not stand in the face of the Lovings' quiet dignity," said Steven Shapiro, national legal director for the ACLU.

"We loved each other and got married," she told The Washington Evening Star in 1965, when the case was pending. "We are not marrying the state. The law should allow a person to marry anyone he wants."

After the Supreme Court ruled, the couple returned to Virginia, where they lived with their children, Donald, Peggy and Sidney. Each June 12, the anniversary of the ruling, Loving Day events around the country mark the advances of mixed-race couples.

Richard Loving died in a car accident that also injured his wife. "They said I had to leave the state once, and I left with my wife," he told the Star in 1965. "If necessary, I will leave Virginia again with my wife, but I am not going to divorce her."

As a woman who dates IR, I want to say thank you to this brave soul who fought so hard to be with the man she loved in spite of society, racists and the world. Love is a powerful thing, as well it should be. RIP Mr & Mrs. Loving. Know that the world is a better place for your having been here.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Hating Black Men and Wisdom Earned

It seems that no matter how many times I get asked this, the question always comes up again and again. And it makes no difference how many times you say that you don't hate Black men, somebody, somewhere will always take your words, twist them into whatever shape they feel is needed to showcase their POV, and it all brings you back to square one.

Let me make this clear right here, right now: I DO NOT HATE BLACK MEN! I do however, hate the bitchassness that is so prevalent among some BM, especially the ones who chose to attack a BW when she doesn't respond to or get angered by, his preference for a nonBW. I have no issue with a BM wanting to date outside of his ethnicity, but please, if you're doing it for shock value, don't get pissy with me when I don't respond like one of Pavlov's dogs to your stimulus. Quite frankly, you attacking me for not responding like you wish me to tells me you are on some ole "I got me a White girl, don't you feel jealous?" type BS, and honestly, that's more your issue than it is mine.

Now, there are a lot of young women out there who will be angry/pissed off with you, but they may not be pissed off for the reasons that you think. Most BW I have spoken to have told me that the only reason they get pissy is because BM tend to just go get any old WW and bring her around his family, demanding that they have to accept this woman and respect her because she's white. My own cousin did something like this with two of his exes (after telling us all that he couldn't mess with BW anymore because they are too "hard to deal with" i.e. wouldn't take his BS), and the resounding response from me, both his sisters and my aunt: I dont have to respect anybody that doesn't respect me.

As I said, some women will be pissed off a a BM dating outside of his ethnic group but I am not one of them. How can I be angry with you when I'm doing the exact same thing, albeit for totally different reasons? I date men who wish to date me, no matter what color his skin is. I always have, even back before I met the man I eventually married. I have always loved a variety of men for a variety of reasons, and if I'm totally honest, I can say that I have never really been attracted to BM for the simple fact that they were never attracted to me. Sure I dated a few (eventually married one) but BM just don't get my panties moist most of the time. And no, that does not include the Morris Chestnuts and Denzels of the world. I'd do both of them so good it would make them leave their wives, but I'm talking about something different altogether.

I love men who love me. Men who treat me with respect, open doors, hold my hand in public and who would throat chop a fool for even thinking about disrespecting me. I love men with charisma, intellect, charm, gentle hearts and minds. I love honesty, gratitude for the little things, compassion, understanding of me and the way I feel. Where is his sense of humor? His optimism and emotional availability? I love these things in any man, and if he has them in abundance, I'm dating him regardless of who he is and what ethnic group he claims.

See, I think that's a big issue with women of all ethnicities nowadays. They tend to pick partners based on things that are fleeting, like how cute he is or what kind of car he drives. Oh, how much money he got? And then they wonder why they're so miserable once they get the Mrs. in front of their names in spite of the money, fame, smoking hot body, etc. Short answer: you got what you paid for. You wanted a fine looking man instead of a fine acting/being man, and now you have to suffer the consequences.

I'm not saying that you have to go out with Quasimodo just because he's a sweet guy who would love to give you the world, because let's face it: it's just as easy to marry a pretty man as it is to marry an ugly one (and it's a helluva lot easier on the eyes), but, I think most women need to stop being so materialistic in their approaches to dating/relationships. Yes it's just as easy to be with a rich man as it is a poor man, but what if that rich man is a total a-hole who beats you like he owns you, doesn't want to be a father to his children, sleeps around, etc? Didn't you say you stopped dating BM for these very same reasons?

Something in the water does not compute.

Ladies, don't be afraid to aim high, and this is especially true for my sisters. Don't be afraid to want a husband before you want a child. Too many of us are happy being "baby momma" when we should have insisted on being "wife" first. And please do not sit on your behind and start that mess about white women are baby's mommas too. Miss me with that BS. Just because they do it don't make it right. Insist on him making you the one and only in his life before you lay down with him, because we all know that a baby can and will come when you least expect it.

BW, do not be afraid to claim what you will and will not tolerate in your relationships. Not knowing what you do and don't want is one of the fastest ways to get yourself into a world of trouble. Knowing what you will not accept is just as important as knowing what you will not compromise on because then you will remain true to yourself in your dealings with all men. What do you not want in a mate? Write it down. This helps you to fine tune your wants, and can be revised as criteria are moved to and from different areas.

I sat down when I got out of my marriage and made a list with three headings: Must Have, Don't Want, Willing to Compromise and listed characteristics under all three where they fit. This list has been fine tuned on several occasions, but you can bet your bottom dollar that with every man I meet, the list comes out. If he's higher in the "Don't Wants" than he is in the "Must Have's" and isn't willing to work on some things, I know not to even waste my time. It may sound harsh, but it cuts through the BS and keeps me focused on getting the kind of man who is a best fit for me, and it helps keep things simple.

I'm not going to tell you what to put on your list. Only you know what you want, but try to concentrate on character traits more so than on physical things. Physical is fleeting, but a man's character will tell you more about him and the kind of person he is, and that's what you want to see more so than his six pack abs and 24 carat schlong. Also, don't get so caught up in the "d*ckin' me down proper syndrome" that you forget to watch his actions more than listening to his words, because actions are the greatest indicator of whether he's true to character or just playing nice to get into your panty draws. When a man shows by his actions what kind of character he has, believe him and decide whether you wish to remain with him accordingly.

And now for today's musical selection. (A regular feature that some people really do love)

This is a user made video fro one of my fave Jill Scott song: He Loves Me (Lyzel in E-Flat) starring my favorite IE couple from daytime television, Christian Vega and Evangeline Williamson (bring Van Baaaaaaack!!!!). This is how good it can be... and should be.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Bitchassness: An Epidemic Among BM?

Last month, I said that I would never allow myself to call any BM damaged beyond repair because to me, that's the height of stupidity. IN my high handed way, I wanted to believe that no one is damaged beyond repair, most especially a Black man. After all, I came from a BM and I would never wish to say anything harsh about the man who gave me life, nor would I chose to disrespect the man who raised me.

That was then, this is now.

You see, Sara and I have recently come under fire by one of these DBR's because of the pictures and captions that we have on our blogs, and most assuredly because these captions are about Non-BM. Well guess what? This is my blog, and if you don't like what I placed under those pictures, how about you take Lupe Fiasco's advice and kick/push your ass on off my page?

Why are you so mad? Is it because you hate Gerard Butler because he showed mad love for and to BW, something which BMBs (Black Man/Boys, 'cause I refuse to call these emotionally crippled children men) are severely lacking? Or is it because you know deep down in your withered little black as coal tar heart that you'll never get the kind of love, adoration and appreciation from a BW that Gerard gets?

Being a woman who encourages Inter-ethnic dating is hard work, especially when you put yourself out here on the Internet, inviting all kinds of criticism kind of goes with the territory and I usually have about as much use for it as I do tits on a fish. I continue to do it because I love my sisters and I want more and better for and from you. But there is a down side to all of this. You end up being targeted by a lot of crazies like Mr. John Crawford, who wrote:

john crawford wrote: (and yes King of bitchassness, I'm leaving your name in here for everybody to see)

Hawt sex on a platter. Stifles moan and goes to change panties. Talk about stereotypes - you sound like an oversexed nigger bitch. Who cares that you sleep with white men. NO ONE CARES. There's a porn series called White Boy Stomp - it features one black women doing a gang bangs with several white men - right up your alley.

Oh, so because I called Gerard "Hawt Sex on a Platter" and because he's so fucking hot he makes me wet enough to go change my panties, I'm an "oversexed nigger bitch" who should be doing IR Gang bangs? GTFOOHWTBS!

Wow. So now that more BW are waking up and seeing for themselves that there is no limit to the kinds and ethnicities of men out here who will love, need and want you, this is what you have to deal with? BMB, you'd better wake up and smell that damned Sanka brewing, because as more and more BW realize that it's okay to date outside of their ethnicity, there will be more BW like myself, Sara, cw, Halima and others who are not afraid to advocate for even more BW to step outside of their comfort zone and get involved with loving, giving men of other ethnicities. And you can take that to the bank.

Another thing: You say nobody cares about me and other BW dating out, but it's kind of transparently obvious you do care about BW dating non-BMB because you took time out of your busy day to send me that email. Your bitchassness is showing again.

Why is it that when you decide that you no longer wish to focus your attention solely on what BMBs want, need, have to have, etc and showcase some of the beauty that is men of other races, BMBs want to get all up in arms and attack you? When you decide that BMB and the stupid shit that they do should no longer be allowed to live rent free in your mind, nor should you waste anymore time and energy on them, you get crazies who want to attack you and/or your blog, your decisions and basically try to reek havoc. That's when you know that you have arrived at a place where the decisions you have made have been correct, that your message is truth and some people are running scared as hell. Stupid morons just won't leave you alone, but that's okay. I know it's because they're feeling the heat in the kitchen... they're just too damned stupid to realize that it's becoming a raging inferno hat no amount of pretty words, empty promises and catchwords can put out.

Why should I have to censor myself in my online space just because ignorant asses/BMBs like John Crawford can't get a date with a woman of any ethnicity? But wait, it gets better *insert eye roll and sarcasm here*:

On Mon, Apr 21, 2008 john crawford wrote:

Awwwwwwwwww poor little Johnny. Is that just the best you could do? Since I have a very healthy dose of self confidence, I'm going to have to insist that you cease and desist on hating me because I'm beautiful *flips hair and fluffs the twins while adjusting glasses*. I may not be the prettiest or skintiest on the block, but unlike you, I can pull the men it seems to me you just happen to want. Don't be mad at me because I wouldn't have you even if you came with a 24 ct gold bar shoved in your mouth, a titanium battery powered dick and a bank account that puts Bill Gates or the Sultan of Brunei to shame. Learn to let go of that lack of self esteem babe. It makes you look weak.

You have been DISMISSED.

You know, I'm okay with crazies who want to attack my blog, and I wouldn't even have said anything if it hadn't been for him attacking Sara too. I go hard for my girls, and this time is no exception. John Crawford, you have been put on blast. Your bitchassness has been shown to the world and yes, I left your name in there because I'm an evil Black woman who does not take kindly to anybody messing with my family. You were warned, but you chose to ignore. Bitchassness needs to be illegal in BM, but instead, for some it's a character trait to aspire to. Just ask John Crawford.

Some words to live by for anybody who would like to change me, my friends or BW in general.