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Can a man and a woman have mind altering, earth shattering, back breaking, headboard shaking, swing-from-the-lights sex ONCE...then go back to being just friends???

What is your answer?

That question will be answered...along with a TON of other questions tonight.

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Topic...Behind Closed Doors Part 2...a entertaining discussion about what happens in the bedroom.

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no homo

One of the things that I've always loved about this blog...it's mine! And I can talk about whatever I wanna talk about.

There are 2 subjects that I never talk about...politics and religion. It's not that I can't...I just don't.

Until today.

Unless you've been hiding under a rock for the past week, we've all heard the story about the embattled pastor, Bishop Eddie Long, of the Newbirth Missionary Baptist Church in metro Atlanta. He's the pastor who is being sued by four different men. The lawsuits accuse Long of using his power and influence within the 25,000 member church to lure young male church members into sexual relationships. The suits allege that the relationships, which began when the men were in their teens, lasted over many months. Long took the young men -- all of them teens at the time -- on trips, including to Kenya, according to the suits. Long allegedly paid for their hotel rooms, and gave the young men gifts, including a car, cash and jewelry -- all in exchange for sexual favors such as massaging, masturbation and oral sex. These accusations are even more controversial because Eddie Long, who is married, has preached passionately against homosexuality over the years. Long said that he won't "be tried in the court of public opinion but in a court of law." Well, I'm sure he'd lose in the court of public opinion. Preacher + young men = homosexuality. You can't convince most people otherwise.

I don't know Eddie Long. I've only been to his "megachurch" once. I left the church that day very impressed. I've tried to withhold judgement on this story. I've read all of the lawsuits and I've heard Long give his perspective. They each have their sides of the truth but the REAL truth is somewhere in the middle. I do believe that where there is smoke...there is fire. And there is some smoke here. Long never said he "didn't do it". These young men could have conjured up these stories. Who knows? Nevertheless, it does not look good. I guess we'll all find out in due time.

One of the things that I found interesting is the conversations that were spawned. Some "church folk" scoffed at the notion that you could not have homosexuality in the pulpit. Of course you can! Homosexuality is a part of society just like drugs/sex/alcohol. Eddie Long, like other pastors, is a man. He puts on his pants one leg at a time. He laces his Jordan's one foot at a time. Every man (and woman for that matter) sins. How do we sin? According to the Bible, we all sin in our thoughts, words, and deeds. No man is above that. For all that I know, my pastor could be looking at Ms Parker and her phat booty during the service.

Lastly, pastors like Long denounce homosexuality. Why is it that the church...of ALL places...will alienate gays and lesbians? Is that fair? You may not agree with a person's lifestyle but they should be able to worship without being picked on. Personally, I don't understand why a man would want another man. That's not my style. However, that's their choice. And the church...especially the black church where people should know the feelings of discrimination...should be the last place where people should turn a cold shoulder.

Do yourself a favor...trust GOD. Don't put your trust in man.

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save your war stories for private ryan

Florence, South Carolina

That's where I'm from.

It's a "big town" that is geographically located as the midway point between Miami and New York. Growing up, it was a great place to live. It was a place where I could be a kid. It wasn't dangerous. It was easy living. For the most part, blacks and whites got along. It was also a place were it was common to see successful black men who were active in the community. We were your typical middle class family.

Everybody lived like that, right?

Wrong!

I wasn't naive enough to think that everybody lived like those of us who grew up in Florence. My experience growing up was normal to me but wasn't typical.

Or was it?

As I grew older, I learned about the bruthas and sistas across this country who grew up on hard times. Many of them grew up in poverty. They grew up in the crime/drug infested neighborhoods. Some even grew up in areas where they dealt with gangs. Was I shocked to learn this? No...I always knew that there was a world outside of Florence. I had traveled and had seen a lot.

I think I got confused when the crime/drug infested/gang related/gun violence culture became solely...all of black culture. When did it happen? I dunno? Was it with the explosion of rap music (yeah...let's blame rap...lol)? It just seemed like overnight...being from the hood/slum/ghetto was the story of every black person. Especially black men. You were considered HARD if you grew up in the hood. Hmmm. Interesting concept that I couldn't get into.

Then you had those who had the war stories. You know...the ones who talked about how the grew up mired in a life of crime. The ones who sold drugs like Tony Montana. The ones who shot at more people than John Rambo. The ones who did more time in jail than Nelson Mandela.

Hmmm

The last time that I checked...the issues of cities like New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, Miami, and Atlanta...were the same issues in that little place called Florence. Only to a lesser degree. In a town that has a urban population of 90,000 (it was far less than that when I was there), it has the same issues with crime, drugs, guns, and gangs (the mere thought of gangs in Florence makes me laugh).

Life is a struggle. No matter where you come from. While your experiences help your growth, they don't define you. There's no need to believe that we all grew up the same way. We didn't. We are all different and that's what's great about us.

So to those who are concerned with perpetuating stories about how hard your life was...the drugs that you sold...the time that you did in jail...the hood you grew up in...the homies that died in your arms...save your war stories for Private Ryan

ugottafreakinluvit

There are certain rules that all men must live by...

1. Don't mess with another man's money...

2. Don't mess with another man's family...

3. Don't mess with another man's woman...


These are all unwritten man laws that we live by. Breaking one of these rules...in most cases...can get you cussed out, beat up, stabbed, shot at (or shot), and or killed.

There's another unwritten rule that we live by but it's unlike the others...

You can't make a ho your housewife.

It's subtle but to the point. We have always been taught to neva eva eva eva eva eva to fall in love with a freak. Now...I know what you're thinking...if a woman sleeps around a lot then she's considered a ho or a freak but if a man does the same thing...he's considered to be a stud. Is it a double standard???? Yes! Don't be mad at me, I didn't make the rules...I just follow em.

I arrived at these thoughts yesterday when I heard that Darius McCrary had secretly married Karrine Steffans over the weekend. Many of you remember Darius as Eddie Winslow on the hit tv series Family Matters. And you don't need me to tell you who Steffans is. Most men that I know...are familiar with her by her nickname..."Superhead". If you don't know who she is, look her up and you'll see that she has a reputation that preceeds her.

After hearing the news, my first thought was..."what a dummy!" I mean, not only did she have sex with hundreds of celebrites and wrote books about her exploits and how she made money off them...but there is a video of her "puttin in work." LOL. You just don't do that in my opinion. She's just downright nasty. Rick James said it best when he said you can't have a superfreak "because you can't take her home to your momma." That is soooo true. Picture McCrary introducing her to his momz. "Hey mom...I'd like you to meet my woman, Superhead."

Anyway, it got me thinking...how much is too much. I mean, I don't think any of us married folk were virgins before we got married. And I KNOW the single people who read this blog all the time are not virgins. LMAO!!! As men, it's an issue that we think about when we're trying to get close to you. We want you to be wild and do all the stuff that we like...buuuuuuuuuuuut...we don't want no freaks! Well, we want you to be a freak but you gotta be our personal freak! You can't give it up to everybody. When the questions arise about previous sex partners, we never get the real answer...male or female. We all lie. I know you've lied about it because you're probably laughing as you read this. haaaaa. In the day of AIDS and HIV, we should be asking these questions but I know what time it is.

"If you ask a woman how many sexual partners she's had, she'll tell you how many boyfriends she's had. She's aint gonna count the random dudes that she gave it up too!"- Chris Rock

For the record...most men know how many men their woman has slept with despite what they say. We have a way of knowing. I would tell you how but I'd be breaking a man law.

Since we're all freaks to some degree...we want somebody just as freaky as us...but we don't want a stone cold freak! I mean, nobody wants to have a man/woman that the world thinks is a ho or a slut (male or female). So here's the questions...

Ladiez...

Would you be honest with your man if you had a track record like Superhead or if you had more sexual partners than you think you should have had in your life time?

Fellaz...

Could you be with a chick who the world thought was the biggest ho in town? Could you marry a chick like Superhead? If so, why?

Hollatachaboi!!!

men vs women...

Sometimes...

I think there are some distinct differences between men and women.

There are some similarities, too.

All women talk...

All men talk...

Most women talk too much...

Some men talk too much...

Most women will kiss (sex) and tell...

All men will kiss (sex) and tell...

Most men are clever...

All women are clever...

All women have a sense of sophistication...

Some men are corny...

All women are emotional...

Most men aren't emotional enough. Others are too emotional about the wrong things!

Most women want to be mentally stimulated by her man...

Few men want to be mentally stimulated by their woman...

All men want to be loved...

All women want to be loved...

Most women know that they have the power...

Most men think they have the power when they really have none...

Some women are slick...

Most men are slick...

Some men are faithful...

Most women are faithful...

All women love hard...

Most men love hard...

All men are too smart for their own good...

Some women aren't smart enough...

Some women start trouble...

Some men look for trouble...





Some women might be pissed off while reading this...

A few men might be pissed off while reading this...but they know I don't care. haaaaa


Hollatchaboi!

turnofftharadio

Turn on the radio take a listen
What you're missing/
Personally I'm sick of the ass-kissing/
What I'm kicking to you won't get rotation/
Nowhere in the nation/
Program directors and DJ's ignored me/
Cause I simply said f*#k Top Forty/
And top thirty top twenty and top ten/
Until you put more hip-hop in/

Ice Cube (Turn Off The Radio) circa 1990


I tried...

I mean...I really tried.

Against my better judgement, I tried to listen to the radio for an hour. Too bad I'll never get that hour back. To say that the music on the radio sucks would be an understatement. I'm a hip hip head. And I will be until I'm no longer here. I learned that hip hop aint dead...it's been replaced by rap music. Before you accuse me of being the old dude who won't give way to the new school, let's take a look at the current landscape. Gone are the days when hip hop songs had structure, meaning, or a message. If you listen to the radio, you'll hear something totally different. Every song is about the car of choice, alcoholic beverage of choice, and clothes of choice. So, if you go to the car dealership, the liquor store, and the mall...you'll see where rap is right now.

I don't begrude any artist who is trying to earn a living. I don't hate Souljah Boy. I don't know who Dream is. And I definitely don't know what a Stanky Leg is...and I'm not sure that I wanna know, either. Record executives are to blame. They seem to be more concerned with getting the "next hit" and not artistic development. They have created this "microwave rap" that we hear on the airwaves. And they wonder why people don't buy music any more?

For those who mention Lil Wayne...save your breath. I'll give him credit...he's hot right now. So what? Six years ago, Ja Rule was hot. Where is he now...Burger King? I would advise Wanye and his counterparts to save their money. Years ago, MC Hammer was the richest dude in hip hop. Look at him now. Wayne refers to himself as the "best rapper alive". He may be right about that. He aint no MC...he's a rapper. There's a difference.

Maybe it's just me. Who knows? I dare you to call your local radio station and ask to hear an old song from LL Cool J, Rakim, or Boogie Down Productions. They'll probably act like you're speaking a foreign language. Some may say I'm hating...but it's reality. Look at Ice Cube's lyrics above. He said this YEARS ago. And it's true today. The radio sucks.

And I'll never get that hour back.

Hollatchaboi!

igottastory2tell

People are interesting.

Well...I think so. I can't speak for everybody.

Maybe I should have been a psychologist. I'm always intrigued about how/why people think the way that they do.

Peep this a tell me whut you think...


I was talking to my boy Demarcus the other day. He was perplexed by a situation that he found himself in. Demarcus dated Kaylin for 3 years when they were in college. Not long after he graduated, they broke off their relationship. They agreed to go their separate ways. The relationship didn't end on a sour note. They had just simply grown apart. But they remained friends even after they called it quits. They would still talk from time to time as the years passed.

One of Kaylin's good friends in college was a chick named Tattina. Tattina was good friends with Demarcus, too. Tattina and Kaylin hung out a lot. They took classes together b/c they had the same major. One day when they were in college, Tattina told Kaylin that she slept with Demarcus. Kaylin and Demarcus were still dating. Tattina was more than apologetic. She said that they had gotten drunk one night and one thing led to another. Kaylin was shocked to hear the news. She couldn't believe that her friend had slept with her man. Kaylin was determined to be an adult about the situation. She never even mentioned it to Demarcus. She forgave them and moved on.

FAST FORWARD TO 2009

One day, Demarcus was on the phone with Kaylin. She had called him to wish him a happy new year. Somewhere during the phone call, the conversation changed.

Demarcus: "Hey, have you talked to Tattina lately?"

Kaylin: "I talked to her 2 weeks ago. Why do you ask?"

Demarcus: "I was just asking b/c I know that you are tight with her."

Kaylin: "Yeah, we're still cool. I have to give myself props for that b/c I could have really killed her for what she did. What Y'ALL did!"

Demarcus: (sounding surprised) "Y'all? What did I do?"

Kaylin: "Aw c'mon. You know that you slept with her. Don't play dumb. She told me about that night that y'all got drunk and had sex. I can't tell you how much I wanted to kick both of your asses. But I was grown...I let it go. It hurt, tho. I cried many nights b/c of it. You and I are still friends so we can talk about it now. But it hurt back then. I forgave y'all."

Demarcus: "She told you that? Are you serious?

Kaylin: "Yeah. She told me the whole story. Let's just drop it. I don't wanna fly down there to kick your ass."

Demarcus: "Aight"


Here's the kicker...he really DID NOT sleep with Tattina. He was in a state of shock. He's not sure why Tattina would tell Kaylin that they slept together. Did she do it to break them up? He really wanted to defend himself and tell Kaylin the truth but he didn't want to make her upset. He told me that Tattina will be coming to Miami (where Demarcus lives) next month to visit her mother. He said that he always found Tattina attractive but he never tried to push up on her. But now he's asking me...

1. Should he confront her about lying about them sleeping together?

2. Should he try to sleep with her now...you know...make the lie a reality?

3. Should he tell Kaylin the truth even though he knows that they'll never be together again?


Like I said...interesting.

(true story...the names have been changed to protect the innocent)

Your thoughts...hollatchaboi!!!

uzasukkafoluv

Somewhere between Twitter, Facebook, and The 12th Planet you can find me...thinking. You all know about the off the dome...random thoughts. But this day, I was thinking about me being single and without children.

Before your mind wanders, everything is good with wifey and the fam. LOL. The thought came from something that I saw on tv. There's a 42 yr old sista who was on Good Morning America. She has created a website to help her find a husband. Her goal is to find a husband...in a year!!!

My first thought was like "huh." Who in their right mind would set their goal to find a husband in a year? She has created a website where she will "solicit" dates and get advice from her close friends as well as thousands of Americans. In essence, she's "pimpin" herself over the 'Net.

It got me to thinking...if I was a single dude with no kids...could I do something like that? I mean, I do have the intangibles. Smart, good looking, driven, college educated, witty, and extremely modest. Could I internet pimp myself like that? Would I accept dates from women from all across the US in an effort to find a woman who would share my last name and have my children?

Hell no!

I applaud the sista's effort but she's going about it the wrong way. Take it from a dude who's been married for nearly 9 yrs. That's not how it's supposed to go down. You can't put a time limit on a relationship. If she meets a guy in September that she's into...is she trying to get married by the following September? That's just backwards. I know that some of you who are reading this are looking for a man who you could settle down with. Please don't do this! LOL. This chick is gonna waste a year chasing a dream. You can't force things. Relationships...like flowers...must be cultivated so that they can grow into something more than what they are. IF (and that's a big if) she finds a man, she sounds like the type who may spend too much time worried about the wedding and not the marriage. She's spend a year trying to find him...marry him without really knowing him...and be divorced in 6 months.

She's going about this like a kid on the basketball court who spends countless hours trying to dunk but never works on his jumpshot. He never learned the fundamentals. He was too busy being worried about something else. You've gotta crawl before you can walk.

do remember

No matter what obstacles you face...faith and determination will see you through.

When I saw this picture, those were my first thoughts. Only faith and determination is gonna help this dude. This picture wasn't photoshopped. It is real.

As we move forward into 2009, let's rely on our faith and determination to overcome obstacles and accomplish our goals. And I don't mean a resolution that you prolly aren't gonna keep. I mean something real. For me, one goal is to go to grad school

What about you?

hollatchaboi

talkin loud,,,sayin nuffin'

You're the instigator, the orator of the town
You're the worst when you converse, just a big mouth clown
You talk when you're awake, I heard you talk when you sleep
Has anyone ever told you, that talk is cheap

Run DMC (You Talk Too Much)



I told y'all last week that I was skipping the office Christmas party. Now, I'm glad that I did.

As I walked into the office yesterday, I was immediately hit with questions..."Kyle, how was your party?" "Where did you go?" "What did you do?"

You see...to avoid going to the Christmas party I told them that a birthday party was being thrown for me. That way, I wouldn't have to deal with the fools on last Saturday night. So, I gave them the line about how nice my party was...we had a deejay...and how much fun I had. And they hung on my every word.

Not soon after I told my lie...i mean story about my party...people started talking about the office Christmas party which featured several karokye contests. I thought to myself..."here comes the drama, rumors, and gossip." I don't get down like that. I've never been one to worry about what's going on with the next person. Why worry about their problems...I've got my own.

Before I could make a cup of coffee, my supervisor pulls me in her office. She starts the conversation by telling me about the party. She says that it's probably not the "corporate thing" to do...you know...gossip about folks at the company. I was like "cool...I didn't ask." I really wanted to say..."i don't give a shit!" But that may have been too harsh for her ears. After she tells me this...she proceeds to tell me EVERYTHING that happened. She told me who was drunk...who got hit on...who passed out. Then, she even went to talking about this dude named Mike and his wife. I like Mike. He's a bit nosey but he's cool with me. She said that Mike's wife "looked like his mother". WTF??? Why would you say that?

My response...much like Flav on his show...wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

This brawd proceeds to show me pictures that she took!!! I offered no comments but I looked just to appease her. I couldn't believe how she was talking about how somebody looks when she looks like trash. She's white and her hubby is black...and he ain't no Denzel (lol) but that's besides the point. My point is this...if people are willing to talk bad about others to you...what will they say about you behind your back to others?????

Anybody know people who gossip like this? Ever had to confront em? hollatchaboi!!!!

where i'm from

I'm from where the hammer's rung, News cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
where the grams is slung, nuggas vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt some more something and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys don't walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't f#ck us if we talked too much
So they ran up town and sought them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought, those nuggas is foul just like us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgetable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your world was everything, So everything you said you'd do
You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived it
I from where nuggas pull your car, and argue all day about
Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But most times find themselves locked up behind bars
I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd remind y'all

Jay Z
"Where I'm From"

I did this one back in March. It's been a while so I figured that I'd re-mix it for those who missed it the first time!

This is one of my favorite songs from Jay Z's second cd. In the song, he tells you distinctly and descriptively where he's from (Marcy Projects...Brooklyn, NY). I've never been to Marcy. But through this rhyme...I have.

There are a lotta people who read this blog and participate each day on the blog. Their profiles may say what city they are in but I'd like to dig a little deeper today. Tell me about where you're from. What do you like about where you're from? What don't you like about it? And if you wanna throw in a statistic about it...do it!

WHERE I'M FROM- Florence, South Carolina

population- 67,000

Likes- great place to raise kids, it has a "down home feel" for a small town, it'll always be home
Dislikes- very little social and economic development, people stay locked in the "small town mentality" and aren't willing to break out of it.

Stat- Florence is at the intersection of I-95 and I-20, approximately halfway between New York City and Miami, Florida.

Where are YOU from???

keep it real???

Come on ya'll now, let's be real
Some jokers got a rough time keepin' it concealed
I wonder what it mean, it's probably self-esteem
They fiendin to be seen, get hemmed like Gaberdeens
Cats think it can't happen until the gats start clappin
They comin' down the wire spittin fire like a dragon
Cause while the goods glisten, certain eyes take position
To observe your trick, and then catch that ass slippin'
Like, come on now ock, what you expect?
Got a month's paycheck danglin' off your neck
And while you Cristal sippin', they rubbin' up they mittens
With heat in mint condition to start the getti-gettin'
They clique starts creepin' like Sandinistin guerrillas
You screamin' playa haters, these niggas is playa killers
Mr. Fash-ion, that style never last long
The harder you flash, the harder you get flashed on
There's hunger in the street that is hard to defeat
Many steal for sport, but more steal to eat
Cat's heavy at the weigh-in, and he's playin' for keeps
Don't sleep, they'll roll up in your passengers seat
There is universal law, whether rich or poor
Some say life's a game, to more, life is war
So put them egos to the side and get off them head-trips
'Fore some cats pull out them heaters and make you head-less...


Mos Def (Got)

KEEP IT REAL

We've all heard that term before. Honestly, we've probably heard it too much. On the heels of this Plaxico Burress case, I'd like to take a second to jump into it.

Prior to poppin a cap in his own leg, most people outside of football fans had never heard of the guy. Burress is the latest athlete to have a run in with the law. He's not the first and he certainly won't be the last. From OJ Simpson to Michael Vick to Pacman Jones, the laundry list continues. It is very disappointing to see that alot of the athletes are black. I'm not saying that all athletes are bad...not saying that all black athletes get into trouble. I'm just saying that it's disappointing. It's disappointing b/c I grew up in an era where the athlete was somebody that you looked up to and could identify with. Y'all know that I'm a HUGE sports fan but these athletes aren't like those in the past. But keep in mind that they are human...just like you and me. They make mistakes...just like you and me. They live in the same society that we do. If there is crime, drugs, sex, corruption in society...you'll have athletes that will fall under those categories. It is what it is.

In speaking on Burress, I want to look at the mind set of him as well as others. All of us. This dude knowingly took a loaded gun into a club and accidentally shot himself. Why would you need to take a gun in a club? If you don't feel safe in the club...don't go. I don't begrudge him for wanting to go in a club. Who hasn't been a club before??? All of us have. And we could have been in that club when his gun went off. I could have been on the dance floor...minding my own business...sweating somebodies perm out...and then POW...I'm shot! That makes no sense to me. I don't begrudge any athlete for wanting to be in public and not be bothered. If that's the case, then you can hire a security guard. You can afford it. Why wouldn't you do that? Do you think we'd think that you're a chump because you need a bodyguard? Or are you willing to keep it real?

Burress is a married man with children. I'm not gonna say "he should have been at home with his family". I can't say that because I go out with my friends. Mrs12 is cool with it because she trusts me and she trusts my friends. And she also knows that I'm not gonna put myself in a situation that I shouldn't be in. When I was 25, I would go to any party around ATL. Now at the age of 35, I don't. Why? Because SHIT HAPPENS...that's why. If I got shot at some hole-in-the-wall club, how would I explain that? Married father of three catches a bullet in club! That doesn't make sense. I'm gonna hang out where there are people like me. People who have the same stuff as me and don't wanna rob me. Burress feared that somebody would jack him for his cash and jewelry. Well...take off the jewelry and get rid of the cash! We're in a recession, bruh! If I saw you with 100k worth of jewelry on...I MIGHT ROB YOU!! LOL. Times are hard. Why bring attention to yourself? I don't begrudge you for enjoying your wealth with jewelry and cars but that stuff brings attention to you. And sometimes you don't need that attention. The "harder you flash...the harder you get flashed on." Unless you're willing to keep it real.

This ain't just about some athlete who made a stupid mistake. It's about us as a people. Personally, I'm not going to a place where I need to be "patted down" as I enter. I'm too old for that. If I were a miliionaire, I'd hang with other millionaires. Or I'd hang with people who wouldn't do any harm to me. Decisions. Reasoning. One of the things that separates humans from other animals is our ability to reason and think logically. Be smart about what you do. We all make mistakes. But let's stop keeping it real. I just heard a song on the radio (never listen to the radio) about some chick who bragged about "busting out the windows on a dudes car". Huh? Are you kidding me? Is this the type of stuff that we promote? Let's call that what it is...BATTERY! Or is that keeping it so real that we'll be ignorant?

Like I said earlier, this just ain't about some athlete. It's about us. We control our thoughts, words, and actions. Every action has a reaction. In every action, there are consequences and repercussions.

*stepping off soapbox*

hollatchaboi!!!!

school dayz

"College is not dream...it's a destination."

My mom told me that when I was about 8 yrs old. And it stuck with me. My parents instilled in me that I was going to college. In fact, they made it sound like that was something that EVERYBODY did. So, I never gave it a second thought. By the time that I got to high school, the only question in my mind was which school I would attend.

Maybe the school would be like my favorite show...A Different World? Maybe...

My mom's mind was made up...I was going to South Carolina State University. There were several reasons why she knew I'd be going there...1) The school was only a 90 minute drive from our home. 2) My cousin, Mike, was already in school there. 3) My uncle had gone to school there in the 70s. 4) It was one of the best HBCUs (historically black colleges/universities) in the country.
In my mind, there were other things to consider. When I was in high school, I had good grades and I was doing well on the football field. I was getting interests from other schools for an athletic scholarship. I also knew that I could probably land an academic scholarship if i didn't get a football scholarship. I had looked at some HBCUs...but I also had looked at North Carolina, Syracuse, and University of Houston. I really had my eyes on Houston and I knew that if I got an academic scholarship...I could make the football team as a walk-on. South Carolina State was on my list but it wasn't the only HBCU on my list. I was also looking at Hampton and Howard. I had to make a choice...was I going to attend a big white school or an HBCU?

Well, I made the decision to attend South Carolina State University...and the rest is history. Do I have any regrets? Nope! Would things have been different in my life if I had gone to North Carolina, Clemson, or South Carolina? Of course. That doesn't mean that it would have been better or worse in my opinion. I had gone to a predominately black elementary school, middle school, and high school. I didn't need to spend any more time with black folks. LMAO!! I had already had my crew for life so I didn't need any more friends. I didn't need to be near home.

However, when I visited South Carolina State I felt like I was at home. I had been on that campus plenty of times prior to my senior year in high school. But when I visited the school, I just had a "feeling". I can't really explain it. If I went to a white school, I would have never met my wife. Never would have won a Black College National Championship in football. Never would have met my teammates. Never would have added cats like Moe (#27), Russ(#3) (aka 3rddeadline), Q, Naylon, Bobby and Mel to my life crew. Never would have grown up and matured the way that I did.
One of my best friends, Jimmell, graduated from Duke. She is Deion's godmother and I'm the godfather of her son, LaKell. I often jokingly tell her that although she earned her medical degree from Duke...she went to the wrong school. I tell her that I'm gonna make sure that LaKell goes to SC State or any other HBCU. We laugh. She will admit that attending Duke wasn't what she expected socially. But she has no regrets. Neither do I!

What about you? Where did you go to school? Did you attend an HBCU? If you didn't...would you attend if you had to make the choice again? Would you attend the same white school?

Hollatchaboi!!!!!

feenin' for crack

"Y'all act like crack is so BAD!!!" - Tyrone Biggums (Chappelle's Show)

This post ain't about crack. I've never seen crack in real life anyway. LOL

This post is about foods that are like crack. You know...those foods that sometimes "be callin'" you like what crack did for Pookie in New Jack City

I know I'm not the only one who has these crack attacks from time to time.

We all have food addictions. Here are mine.

1. McDonald's French Fries
I have these at LEAST once a week! i gotta have it. Just can't drive by the golden arches and not get some fries. Are they healthy? No...but neither is crack.




2. Krispy Kreme Doughnuts
This addiction isn't as frequent. I'm not big on sweets. I can hold off these for at least a month. However, these are my favorites. I'm convinced that they put crack in these things. To hell with Dunkin Doughnuts! Gimme Krispy Kreme. If you've never had one...you're missing out. LOL



3. Fried Chicken
Stereotypical? A black man who loves chicken? LOL. I don't care what people say. I'ma get me some chicken at least once a week. I gotta have that yardbird. I prefer it fried but I'll eat it baked...broiled...smothered...etc! It doesn't matter. Is it healthy? I dunno. That's why I workout! LOL


What about you? I know that I can't be the only one who has an addiciton to a particular food.

Hollatchaboi!

attractshunnz

"I only seem to attract two types of chicks...

1) hoodrats who have a few kids and now she's looking for a father to help raise the youngins.

2) cougars who have kids almost my age...these are older women who are looking to get their groove back.

Why can't I meet a chick who's on more like my type?"

This statement was made to me a few days ago by a homeboy of mine. I'll be honest...I laughed when he said it. It was sooo funny.

He went on to explain his theory about how sometimes the people that are attracted to us are totally opposite from what we want.

Some of what he said made sense. It's kinda hard to relate to it b/c I'm married. But before I was married...in my day...I never had that kinda problem. The females that I met were my type. I can't really think of any crazy stories.

Here's my question to you...what kind of people are attracted or magnetically gravitate to you. Young... old? Tall... short? Slim...big? Rich...poor?

hollatchaboii!

stepyogameup!!!

TEN PRESIDENTIAL TRAITS EVERY MAN SHOULD HAVE

1. RESPECT

2. PATIENCE

3. OPEN-MINDEDNESS

4. ENTHUSIASM

5. ACCOUNTABILITY

6. HUMILITY

7. EMPATHY

8. RESPONSIBILITY

9. INITIATIVE

10. DIPLOMACY

I read this in this month's Men's Health magazine. It made me think.

It's time.

Time for us black men to step our game up. With Obama leading the way, it's time for us to make changes in our lives that will make us better husbands, boyfriends, fathers, brothers, uncles, and friends. As men, we can no longer use some of the lame ass excuses that we have used for so long.

Change starts from within. You can talk about change. You can talk all that you want. Don't talk...do it.

Not only should we as black men step up individually...but we should pull up the "sorry bruthas" as we climb up the ladder. If you can't be inspired by an educated, dedicated family man who doesn't have several kids outside of his marriage...then you don't have a pulse. Is he perfect? Nope. None of us are. But it's really time for black men to step up.

Keep in mind that with every press conference...every public appearance...every day the world will get to see Obama's swagger. His swag, in so many ways, is much like ours. The world will view him and us in a different light. Does this mean that it will end racism? Hell no. There are a ton of people who don't want him in the Oval Office but they have to deal with it. But how he's viewed by the world and by us black men will be on display.

That said...it's time for us to do our part. This post isn't to bash the fellas...even tho the ladies say that I don't get on the fellas enough. LOL. This is just a call for us to look in the mirror. Don't talk about it. Do it. Find a way. Every black man has a purpose. Personally, if I ever lost sight of that I would look at my 3 sons and they would remind me of what I need to do. Be better.

Even more...be presidential!!!

playa hater

Playa Hater or hater (for short)

Why do women hate on each other?

That was the question that was thrown out by my girl, B, on Twitter today. Very good question.

I'm not saying that guys don't hate on each other...they do...just not like the way that women do. For example, I could be sitting in a room with woman #1. If woman #2 walks into the same room, you can see it all unfold. Woman #1 will "eye scan" woman #2 and she may even frown or turn up her nose.

We all make our own conclusions about a person within the first 11 seconds that we meet them. We are able to conceive notions about a person's...level of education, style, personality, wealth, ethic, etc. That said...SOME women hate other women immediately. I call it...hate at first sight. Why?

Growing up, I always had a great deal of female friends. And I still do...to this day. They would always tell me that "it's hard to be friends with a lotta females and it's easier to have male friends." Why?

They used to always tell me that they'd "never tell their most intimate stuff about their man because they feared that the female would stab them in the back and try to get at their man." Wow! Is that true? Do you have a friend who you DON'T trust around your man?

Don't get it twisted...I'm not sayin that dudes don't hate on each other...b/c we do. It's just not the same.

So, I throw these questions out to the females (and the fellaz) of the 12th Planet. I need to get your thoughts. Have you done any of these things? Are you a hater? If so, we won't bash you. LoL.

Hollatchaboi!!!

you're a customer

I am a consumer

So are you.

We all have a desire to have our consumer needs to be met.

Customer service!!!

I am a huge stickler for good customer service. Nothing frustrates me more than to try to conduct a business transaction and having to deal with bad customer service. For example, if I call for technical support help with my DSL...I would like to speak with somebody who speaks ENGLISH. I don't care about outsourcing...gimme a dude who understands what the hell I'm saying. Period! That's not asking a lot

I've learned that if you wanna get something accomplished while completing a business transaction, then you have to be courteous no matter how bad the service. Sometimes...it's not a good idea to cuss folks out when you're trying to handle business.

Bad customer service. Do you have a story?

Hollatchaboi!

two hunnid

Thanks for comin out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me
I appreciate that

Jay Z Izzo (H.O.V.A.)

It started here.

I took me like 5 hours to write that 1st post. Just me and my computer. Not sure where I was gonna go or what I was gonna say. I had only been blogging since Nov '07. But I didn't have my own blog. I would comment on other blogs but the idea of having my own blog was downright scary to me. At the time, I didn't have a job. Downsized from the imploding mortgage industry, I needed an outlet.

Much like Reasonable Doubt...there was supposed to only be one post and then I was gonna quit. I just wanted to see if I could do it. It started out with one and today I celebrate my 200th post! Not bad for a dude who was gonna quit after one post b/c nobody commented on my first post. LOL

I am happy to have reached 200 posts. The 12th Planet has become something special for me. First and foremost, I've gotta thank my boy Weja and my girl LRenee. If you had never suggested that I create my own blog, then I probably never would have done it. Also gotta thank Don and Eb the Celeb. I don't know where Don is (i used to see him around but i don't know if he's still bloggin) but if he had never come to my blog then I would have never met the trillion people who read his blog. Thanks to Eb for the vodoo (lol) shout out back then on RBW. Despite the fact that you like the Cowboys and you went to A&T...you aiiight with me, sis. LOL

I could make an attempt right now to shout out to everybody who has been at the 12th Planet. But if I give a shout out and forget ONE person...I'll be getting an email saying "you didn't give me a shout out! I've been reading since '85." LOL. So, lemme just thank errrrrybody who reads and comments. From those of you in the blog crew...to those who read every day and comment...to those who read and NEVER comment. I really do appreciate you for vibing and hollerinatchaboi each day.

I appreciate the friendships that have been formed through the 12th Planet. I don't take that for granted. Most of you read this blog everyday and I have close friends who've NEVER read my blog. LOL. And I'm cool with that. Over a period of time, I've come to believe that you do one thing...blog for you. Period. It's your thoughts. If you blog for you, you'll be fine. It doesn't matter who reads it. One day I may wanna talk about Obama and the next day I may wanna talk about frogs. And that's cool. Blog for you...and people will read. Even if they don't read it...let it be your method of expression.

200 posts...pop bottles!!!

Hollatchaboi

Have a good weekend!!!!