Archive for the ‘romance’ Category

Oh geez, what a surprise, yet another black millionaire (or in all reality thousandaire) “singer”/artist Kelis is broke and ready to have a baby any day now. I guess most of us know Kelis from the whole “milkshake” song that was popular a few years ago..since then, Kelis and her husband Nas has taken on some strange movements that have personally made me want to vomit. Like their obvious publicity stunt for Nas’s mythical  ”Nigga” album that never existed, remember when these two clowns were actually fighting for the defense of the N word, syaing how is was a good thing for us to call each other that name. I remember even seeing a photo on Bossip.comof Kelis in a black jacket with the N word written across the back in gold glitter, and her foolish husband with the N word sprawled across his black shirt. That’s the moment I knew these two were no longer the edgy, unappreciated talents I always thought they were, especially Nas. Read the rest of this entry »

Black skin is thick and lush, sensuous to the touch, like satin and velvet made flesh. There’s only one patch of skin on a white man’s body that remotely compares to nearly every inch of a black man’s skin. The first time I caressed black skin, it felt like a luxury I shouldn’t be able to afford. I craved it more strongly than Carrie Bradshaw craved Manolo Blahnik shoes. That phrase, “Once you go black, you never go back” is all about the feeling of the skin.  And I had the socially acceptable explanation for my craving. I used that paucity-of-available-white-partners rationale to explain my relationships with black men for several years. A white woman past forty is often passed over by her white-male contemporaries. She goes younger or ethnic or foreign-born or down the socioeconomic scale or darker or she spends lonely nights at home with her cats. Black men are happy to get the babe they couldn’t have when she was twentysomething and fertile. The laws of the marketplace do prevail. It’s not me, it’s themthem being the white guys who weren’t after me anymore, or so I claimed. Read the rest of this entry »

After reading this intriguing interview I found online today, I was surprised by how little of an effect this type of sad truth has on me at this point in my life. I think this article continues to support my beliefs that black love, and black unity is just about dead. Maybe if Obama wins the presidency it will make a cultural shift in the way many in the African American community  see themselves and each other and we can bring back some true pride to our culture. Here are some excerpts for the article.

“There’s a phenomenon sweeping the African American community: Black men traveling to places like Brazil and the Dominican Republic for sex. A new book Don’t Blame It on Rio: The Real Deal Behind Why Men Go to Brazil for Sex (Grand Central Publishing, April 2008) by Jewel Woods and Karen Hunter attempts to get to the heart of this issue and show that it’s bigger than “getting some.” More than Words spoke with Woods who also founded the Renaissance Male Project, a nonprofit advocacy and accountability organization for men and boys. Check out this eye-opening, eyebrow-raising interview with Woods about sex, love, and the widening divide between African American men and women.” Read the rest of this entry »