Thursday, October 28, 2010

Morning Mail - 10.28.10

Seth: Dude, just fuckin' listen ok. Jules and her stupid f*ckin' friend came up to me and they ask me to buy her alcohol. But not just her, for her whole party. You know what that means? By some divine miracle we were paired up and she actually thought of me. Thought of me enough to decide that I was the guy she would trust with the whole funness of her party. She wants to f*ck me, she wants my d*ck in and around her mouth.
Evan: Did you ever think that she's just using you to get her alcohol? She doesn't want your d*ck?
Seth: No, she's got an older brother and she could've asked him but she asked me. She looked me in the eyes and said 'Seth, Momma's making a pubi salad and I need some Seth's Own dressing.' She's D.T.F. - down to f*ck man. P and Vagi, she wants to
[kicks soccer ball]
Seth: f*ck man! Tonight is a night that f*cking is an actual possibility.
Evan: You just sound like an idiot, you're not gonna be able to sleep with her man.
Seth: No... dude, I don't want to talk a lot of sh*t OK. But she's gonna be at the party, and she's gonna be drunk, and she likes me at least a little, enough to get with me. At the very least I'll make out with her, two weeks hand job, month blow job, whatever whatever. And then, I make her my girlfriend. And I've got like two solid months of sex. By the time college rolls around I'll be like the Iron Chef of pounding vaj.
Evan: K can you just get out of hear and we'll talk about this later?
Greg the Soccer Player: What the f*ck Evan we're down two points!
Evan: Fuckin' calm down Greg, it's soccer, it's soccer.
Greg the Soccer Player: Fuck you man.
Seth: Hey Greg, why don't you go piss your pants again?
Greg the Soccer Player: That was like eight years ago asshole.
Seth: People don't forget.
[turning back to Evan]
Seth: You wanna hear the best part? Becka! You do the same thing with her. When you guys are shit faced at the party, you get with her. This is our last party as highschool people. I fully ignored my hatred for Becka in coming up with this plan.
Evan: I should buy Becka alcohol?
Evan: Yeah, man that will be pimp! That way you know she'll be drunk. You know when you hear girls saying like 'ahh I was so shit faced last night I shouldn't have fucked that guy,' we could be that mistake!
(Source: Superbad)

Men think that everyone wants to sleep with them.

Women think they are complicated, but they have no idea. Have you ever heard a guy explain why he’s convinced that some lady wants to sleep with him? Man, I’ve heard intricate plots, down to the, “she was giving me the eye.” I’m not sure what this eye is. Sometimes, she just messed up plucking her eyebrows and now it looks like she’s giving everyone the eye. For me, I don’t believe that a chick wants to sleep with me until she says so. Let this be a lesson to all women. Not to make light of the situation, but if we are going to leave this up to a look or flip of the hair, you can’t be made at men who just whip out their Johnsons mid-conversation.

Act like you have somewhere to go.

There is nothing more frustrating that people who stand on the left side of the escalator in the morning. Like, MOVE! Why are you just standing there? They are like those weekend drivers, who are just going for a drive. Who does that? Let’s get in the car and burn up some gas just driving around the city real real real slow.

Are you the type who looks for every opportunity to save, or to avoid work you’ll spend the money?

I’m like that person who is not reaching for my wallet unless I have to. Yes, remind me to show you the video of me and my roommate going to Giant with a bucket of quarters to go grocery shopping. That money good too. Like and I never throw something away until I replace it. I’d rather have something that half works than nothing at all. Seriously. I’m not cheap by any means, but I just don’t agree with blowing money all crazy because of laziness. Here’s the test of will with cheapness; Do you always look for an ATM of the bank you belong to (If you don’t have wack ass PNC)? I used to didn’t, then I realized that you pay that bank to use their ATM like $2-3, and then you pay your bank $2. Shooooooot, I’ll walk around for ten minutes to find that Bank of America.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Morning Mail - 10.27.10

While we drive she tellin' me 'bout problems with her man
Baby I fully understand
Let me help you with a plan
While he trickin' off, don't get no rich n[egro]
Give ME some head, that'll really piss him off
(Source: Kanye West - Breathe In, Breathe Out)

Uncomfortable situations with women.

I should have known where this was going, but then again, I shouldn’t have been having this conversation with her anyway. Like I can see that she’s emotional and she’s looking for answers. She’s also complimenting me on the fact that I “get it” as if getting it is some type of impossible trait. I wanted to tell her that, “the funny thing about this entire thing is that men get it too, they just act like they don’t.” I am always enamored by women who truly believe they are outsmarting men. Too many women are holding babies and diseases because some man said they loved you, and meanwhile they are yapping on the phone with their single girlfriends about how men are so stupid. Have to ask yourself, how your stupid ass ended up on the short end of the stick. But as I noticed that she was getting emotional and she kept complimenting me, I knew that sooner than later, like in the next FIVE minutes she was going to look at me like, “why aren’t we dating?” And the answer to that question is always a tough one for anyone to stomach. The reason why we’re not dating is probably because you are sharing with me why it didn’t work out with your man. (This is funny, because if you were telling why it wasn’t working out with your man, while you were with him, you have a better shot than after you’re with him, telling me why it didn’t work out.) Now the other reason is, you’re probably telling me how you were good to him and he was out there chasing every skirt he could. Here’s when I think to myself about the current “invisible condom” epidemic and realize that you’re letting dude smash raw dog because he’s your man and you “love” him, meanwhile he’s “chasing every skirt he could.” But I can’t be that real with you while you’re telling me your life story.

Maybe we should stop drinking.

Brooke: I just don't know how we got here. Our entire relationship, I have gone above and beyond for you, for us. I've cooked, I've picked your shit up off the floor, I've laid your clothes out for you like you're a four year old. I support you, I supported your work. If we ever had dinner or anything I did the plans, I take care of everything. And I just don't feel like you appreciate any of it. I don't feel you appreciate me. All I want is to know, is for you to show me that you care.
Gary: Why didn't you just say that to me"
Brooke: I tried. I've tried.
Gary: Never like that, you might have said some things that meant to imply that, but I'm not a mind reader...
Brooke: It wouldn't matter you are who you are. Just leave me alone ok? Right now, just shut my door.
Gary: Listen... Brooke: Alright Gary just please, just leave the room. Gary just... I don't want to be near you right now, please just shut the door, please.

(Source: The Break Up)

Realizations that men don’t give as much as women in relationships.

Me and my friend are like brother and sister, so we pretty much talk about everything. So I’m realizing that men don’t give as much as women in relationships. And I can sum it up like this, if a girl said to me, “I want to have a threesome with you and another guy.” I would break up with her. However, most women when asked about a threesome with their man will be like, “If that’s what he really wants, I’ll consider it.” Sheeeeeeeeeit, men don’t consider nothing they don’t want to do. Like this is nasty, but imagine if a woman felt like she gets tired of feeling like she’s not in control of sex and was like, “baby I want to eff you, I want to put on a strap-on and eff you, it would make me feel so good to have that power.” If your man goes for that, trust me, he ain’t only your man. I just find that this same scenario extends to so much in relationships. Now, myself I try to defy every myth, but I’m guilty of this myself. There’s just only but so much I’m willing to give on, since I’m already forced into giving. LOL, that’s the real talk right there, relationships are like taxes to men, but to women it’s called charitable giving. And I’ve never really thought of taxes is giving, since they really take it. Like, a man has to pay for the dates, and the gas in the car, and movie or play tickets. The woman she can if she would like to, it’s a choice that she can make. Like a man, has to put on a condom, but a woman, she can be on birth control if she wants to. You see where I’m going here?

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Morning Mail - 10.20.10

Kim Kardashian Moves Me, Nicky Minaj Scares Me, Kat Stacks, oh HELL NAW.

If you haven’t seen these pictures, you missing out.

http://www.abelleinbrooklyn.com/home/2010/10/13/a-picture-says-1000-words.html

In my personal opinion, Kim K. is booootiful. And I know that most people say it’s just because she has a fat a*s, but to me, whenever I see her picture I think of an old Dave Chappelle skit, “Breeeasssst Miiiilk, you make my daaaaaay-aaaayyy.” You know what I think moves me the most about Kim, is her attention to detail. The first time I laid eyes on Kim I was like, damn that sister is bad. And at first that was just something that brothers kept to themselves. When I found out she was Armenian, man I jumped up and walked it out like an Usher. I can’t speak on her past relationships, I’m not worried about them, I’m worried about me. If I was walking down the street holding hands and someone said to me, “You know Miles Austin was banging that, after Reggie Bush, no after, Ray J and he TAPED it,” do you know what I’d say? “Yes, but she’s banging me too.” When I saw those pictures of Kim K. earlier this week, my mouth watered and I thought that if I ever had sex with her, I’d probably cry.

Now Nicky, she poses a threat because no matter how silly I think it is that she calls herself Barbie, or the way she’s so animated when she speaks, or even the fact that she just disrespects the beat when she’s on it like a pre-frosh on top … I still think that something inside of me thinks it would be a nice lay. I’m not sure I could take her to meet mom, actually I’m pretty sure I can’t. But I can take her for a meeting in my bedroom. But then again, she reminds me of Lil’ Kim, she would bone me and then rap about how I couldn’t last. Look, I’m man enough to admit, sometimes you get in it trying to be superman and that ish is like kryptonite. I could see it now, she’d tweet, “I can see why he calls his place the Clinic, because it was a short visit for the Doctor.” You know what? I’m still going to try anyway.

You know you can’t pay me to try. Kat Stacks. I could bring the fire, wait, I told myself I would never compare my sex life to fire. I could bring that USDA approved, Grade-A Steak to the table and leave it well done and she’d still find a way to turn it around on me. I mean, what if I end up like Soulja Boy? Calling that woman my home girl, nah son. Like my man DMX said, “Y’all [negros] eat off the plate all you want, but not me.” Like I seen that picture of the new donk she got today and I was like, oh ok I see she making moves now. But at the same time, no wood. Real talk, that’s happened to me more than a few times with women. When I know it’s not right for me to do it, I don’t freeze up, I go straight flaccid. I really wish more men had this power, but then it wouldn’t be a power it would be an instinct.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Morning Mail – 10.19.10

Guy: Whose d*ck you sucking?
Girl: Don't call me with that bullshit, alright
Guy: You lying, you lying to me, B
Girl: Yeah exactly
Guy: Whose d*ck you sucking? C'mon B, I just heard some shit about you, some foul shit. The f*ck is the deal?
Girl: Suck my f*cking d*ck you bitchass n*gga! I don't...
Guy: No you explain it to me bitch. You know what I'm talking about.
Girl: I don't know nobody up here! I don't f*ck with nobody up here and I ain't been f*cking with nobody up here! I don't know nobody in f*cking Yonkers!
Guy: Lying ass bitch. You ain't shit. Do I got to holler his name too?
Girl: Who the f*ck is he!?
Guy: Bitch you f*ckin him!
(Source: How’s It Going Down)

I preface this by saying if I didn’t admit that a little hate contributed to this post, I would be lying.

I think Drake is gay.

There I said it.

And no, I don’t mean gay like when Eminem uses the “f-word” to describe people who are generally wack or losers. I mean gay as in he performs sexual acts for men, lol. Where in the world did you come up with this theory Dr. J? Seriously, not even MC Hammer made it to the top as quick as Drake. Like not even Lil’ Kim could suck enough peen to make it to the top this quick, but Drake, but DRAKE, BUT DRAKE, Drake is considered to be on top of the rap game ... AND the hip hop game, at the same time. People wondering how Nicky Minaj made it to the top (of the female rap game) so fast, and nobody is even speculating, they are convicted in their hearts that Nicky Minaj slept with a couple dudes and fifteen women to get to her spot, #letsbehonest. I seen the way Angie Maritnez was looking at Nicky.

1) How did Drake get a deal with Sprite?

Think about the people who get deals with Sprite, Coca-Cola or Gatorade; athletes or very well established entertainers. Case in point, Lil’ Wayne just got a deal with Gatorade, Rick Ross is doing Nike commercials, Jimmy Johnson is doing Extenze commercials, but Drake is doing Sprite commercials. He’s sucking someone off at Coca-Cola. Like think about it, Coca-Cola is in Atlanta and the Honorable Eddie Long teaches us that Atlanta ain’t the straightest place in America.

2) He signed with Young Money.

Like two years ago, people wouldn’t let you leave a room without telling you that Lil’ Wayne was gay for kissing Baby on the lips. Then Lil’ Wayne responded saying that they kiss on the lips because that’s how Cash Money does. Drake kissed Lil’ Wayne on the lips, trust me on that one.

3) He said it himself that he does some questionable things.

“My brother P Ray knows we f*ck with the same hoes.” – Drake

NEVER, not never in my life, have I ever came out my mouth and said, I mess with the same women as my friend, frat brother, or even another dude I know by name. Not that it didn’t happen, but that’s never going to come out my mouth. And for some reason, I get the feeling that Drake and P Ray mess with the same women ... at the same time.

4) BET hails Drake as one of the Top 10 MCs of the 21st Century.

This guy has dropped one and a half album and he’s a Top 10 MC?! He’s sucking someone off at BET. That’s the only way to explain why someone puts their name behind something so egregious. Let me tell you something, Lil’ Kim wasn’t never anything close to a great rapper, but don’t tell Bad Boy that. I wonder why. I’m not dissing anyone but they said it themselves; more evidence Foxy Brown and Trina too. Man, until they realized that Amil was mildly retarded and passing with the rest of the normal kids, Amil was just as big a part of Roc-a-fella as Memphis Bleek. And Jay-Z has been gay. Do you know how you pronounce Memphis Bleek in the Midwest? “Gayle King.” #stopthinkaboutit.


You may be laughing right now, but I bet the next time you see Drake do something questionable again, like jump up and down clapping, or put his arm around Lil’ Wayne you’ll be like, yeah I see how you got to where you are, my dude. I didn’t even bring up that fact that he picture messages with other men, and made a commercial about it. (Re: Kodak Commercial with Trey Songz and Pitbull.) I’m still waiting on someone to give me one person in hip hop who got this established, this fast, and wasn’t having sex with anyone on the label.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Morning Mail – 10.06.10

Ben Stone: [explaining the conception to their newborn baby] and then your Mommy said, "Just do it already!" which was very confusing to Daddy, so I took the most literal translation.
[quietly]
Ben Stone: But between you and me, it was the smartest thing I ever did, 'cause now you're here.
(Source: Knocked Up)

I heard about yesterday how my friend from college got the swindle in the form birth control. The doctor switched her birth control and told her to take a double dose until her body caught on and then she got pregnant. First of all, #cmonson. Second of all, you was already taking the risk of getting pregnant by not using the condoms. Third, congratulations, I’m real happy for everyone that’s having a baby.

That got me thinking, today I seen this girl at my place of employment. The people who pay me until I can find a way to live comfortably being a full-time writer and I noticed something. (Other than the fact that that baby has left her with ginormous breasts.) Yo the dude who got her pregnant was like support staff! I started thinking about how sometimes we lobby for women to date men sometimes they would think are beneath them and then I see this and I’m like, that’s the reason why you can’t do that shit! Because you might get pregnant and everyone will say, “Well, why were you having sex with him anyway?!” Or, “well what are you going to do now, he ain’t got no job?!”

I think men think about this, but we sort of be like, ignoring it and going through with stupid actions anyway. I know there’s somebody out there who raw dogged a jumpoff and lived to tell about it. Most men though, if we meet a girl that we think is above us, like the best looking girl we ever been with or a chick with a fat job, they will come inside you. Period. I don’t doubt it. Men get scared that women will leave them and they get them pregnant. However a man gets scared that a woman will stay with him and they will never get her pregnant. So that’s why you should always date men ahead of you, LMAO.

I got a lot of writing to do today, so short mail.

Life is good. God is good.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Morning Mail – 10.04.10

Liz: He said that faith is like a glass of water. When you're young, the glass is small, and it's easy to fill up. But the older you get, the bigger the glass gets, and the same amount of liquid doesn't fill it anymore. Periodically, the glass has to be refilled.
Bethany: You're suggesting I need to get filled?
Liz: In more ways than one. You need to get laid, Bethany Sloane. You need a man, if only for ten minutes.
Bethany: It's been my experience that the average male is never a man. Not even for ten minutes in his entire lifespan.
Liz: That'a a bit militant. You thinking of joining the other side?
Bethany: Couldn't do it. Women are insane.
Liz: Then YOU need to go back to church and ask God for a third option.
Bethany: I think that God is dead.
Liz: The sign of a true Catholic.
(Source: Dogma)

My Morning Mail is like my coffee, it’s therapeutic in a way that gets my day started.

Fighting is so juvenile. Fighting in the club, you need Jesus. This weekend, I risked my life to go to a club a bunch of kids and thugs decided to get into a brawl. A lot of people are quick to call themselves a thug or “not gonna be a bitch.” Let me be up front and frank with you, if you hit someone with a bottle and leave a scar, that is assault and maming. It carries a mandatory jail sentence. So you may be hard in the dancefloor paint, but if you are in college or fresh out of college with a new job, the last place you should be is jail. And that’s realer than real deal Holyfield.

I continue to evaluate the alternatives of having illegitimate children with women from around the world.

I think I have a strained forearm, from writing too much.

The Niners stink. They absolutely stink. Alex Smith has to go and everyone knows it. If I hear one more football analyst say, “and Alex Smith is not the answer at QB,” I’m just going to start asking more questions bout what’s going on.

I have realized that you shouldn’t be road-tripping after you graduate. Like it’s okay to visit your alma mater, but road tripping is just uncouth. You know Cornell University has this thing called Slope Day, now if I’m going to Upstate NY to go to Slope Day, something is wrong with me, I didn’t go to that school.

Fantasy Football is a crazy thing.

Mike Huckabee is a hilarious man. I implore all so-called democrats to find out what the opposition is saying about them and what they stand for, only that way can you make a decision. I swear, I may be accused of being conservative, but I’m not, I just don’t like when nothing happens or people make knee jerk reactions to get a quick gain, but big loss.

There is nothing wrong with being spiritual, there is something wrong with religion. Drastically wrong with religion and no one is peeping it but me. I come from an uber religious family and it’s so hard to separate myself from believing that everything comes from this all powerful being called God. I just think believe that the higher power gave us power to do things too, to make decisions and to control our destiny. This after I’m in a bar and a Christian proceeds to tell his friend why he should stop having sex because it is a sin and no marriage can come from a relationship in which sex has already been had. Then he starts talking about how you can steal movies and TV shows online at this website. Sometimes, I think Judaists don’t believe in sex because they don’t know that the real reason is because King David was screwing everyone’s women before they got married.

I’m just joking, please don’t shoot me down.

I land feet first.

Life is good. God is good.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Morning Mail – 10.01.10

Smokey: I got mind control over Deebo. He be like "shut the f**k up." I be quiet. But when he leave, I be talking again.
(Source: Friday)

“Now keep in mind that I'm an artist and I'm sensitive about my shit.” – Erykah Badu

I read all 116 comments, yesterday. All of them.

If I don’t comment then I won’t be able to finish out my series, so here goes:

Let me talk a little bit about the post and the points I made, because I was accused of making up scenarios, or not speaking from personal experience. The first point I made spoke to the Latinas and their language or accent. I asked the question to people who do not speak English as their first language, has there ever been a time when they couldn’t pronounce a word correctly, or didn’t know what a word meant, or couldn’t find a word in English to compliment it in their first language, and if they were teased or laughed at about it? Resounding answer, yes. A friend of mine in the modeling industry told me, being from DR, a lot of other Black models tease her and poke fun at her because she doesn’t speak English that well. They say hurtful things as if men only like her because she doesn’t speak English that well. However, she’s spending her own money to take English classes so she is better at it. That’s real. Those things are happening, if we are denying it then we are lying to ourselves and everyone’s guilty of participating in it. I used to tease my Puerto Rican friends that they spoke Spanglish, which is a combination of English and Spanish woven together in the most random form. And while I do it out of love, some people don’t.

I went on to talk about Latinas and their looks. Within the Black community there is so much hate spewed at one another because of light skin vs. dark skin, to act as though people do not look at a Black man with a Latin woman and say, “he’s with her because of the hair and the skin color,” I just don’t buy it. But my point was this … that Latinas come in all shades and different hair textures. This was to inform, not to bring down. I asked a friend who is fair skin about this and she said that she received a lot of animosity from within her community and from Black women, and it really bothered her because her sister was much darker than her, and they were raised in a family where everyone was beautiful, but she got the impression that in the US, darker was better. She couldn’t even tell! That’s how persecuted people are for their complexion, some people will sit outside, or use lotions to tan so they don’t get teased at school. We know this goes both ways, but at times we have to stop arguing the darker side and realize that the lighter side goes through it too.

Next I touched on the topic of understanding the plight of Black in America. A few friends who I asked said that there have been several occasions when they were hanging around Black guys and they were approached by Black women who asked them, “What do you know about being Black?” or told, “No matter what you do, you still won’t be Black.” That’s why I made the point. And I made the point to because Black women have said it to Black men, that they know their men better than anyone race could. I’ve witnessed it, I’ve been told it too. I just don’t like it.

I ended talking about the perceptions of why Latinas date Black men. Despicable. When you see a couple walking down the street a critical thinker asks, how did they end up together? As I had a conversation with a group of Latinas over drinks, I asked what are some of the reasons you’ve heard for why Latinas like Black men and they told me; (1) They think we like them in bed, because they are better or bigger, (2) They think we are trying to get with them to get in the country, but we’re already here or (3) They think we are trying to get them for their money. That’s real America, that’s happening.

In the comments someone tried to break down the word “Latino.” Thank you, I’m sure you were trying to educate, but let me tell you, please don’t assume I have not heard it all. I have family members who call themselves “Spanish” to avoid confusing people. We are slaves to linguistics. However, you can call them Hispanic, but this is marginalizing because not everyone is from Spanish descent. You can say, “from a Spanish speaking country,” once again leaving out people who speak Portuguese. Or you can call them, “Latinos” meaning coming from Latin America. Now, in college I wrote a poem and in this poem I talked about how a Latino was like a leprechaun. I’ve never seen one, I am not sure what they look like, and I’m not sure where they’re from, but I’m pretty sure they exist because I’ve heard stories about them. I know Puerto Ricans, Dominicans, Venezuelans, Mexicans, Peruvians, Columbians, Brazilians, etc. etc. etc. but I’ve never heard of this country Latin America. No matter what we do, we’re going to have difficulty putting a title on it. So I use, Latino because it’s the least offensive option.

Also, someone commented on Black Latinos and White Latinos, and I felt like Drake, “I be like silly motherfucker I know.” I did not have time to give a dissertation on racial constructs in America and abroad. (Teach you something about writing it’s called, “WORD COUNT.”) My friend Props said it best, “My ship went this way and your ship went this way.” I know damn well that there are Africans everywhere, that there are people with nappy hair and dark skin, everywhere. I just didn’t have the time to explain this. But let me point out, that I can tell you that several Latin folks have considered themselves Black and been told, “No matter what you do, you won’t be Black.” And also several Latin folks have separated themselves from Black and been told, “You’re Black, whether you like it or not.” But the post wasn’t about race matters, it needed to be succinct and present the point that I was trying to get across. I’m afraid while I was talking about one issue, some of the readers tried to get on their intellectual soapbox in the wrong sanctuary.

A few of the comments said I was using this post to explain why I date Latinas and I wanted to get some type of approval from Black women. First off, I don’t need anything close to an approval from Black women to do shit. Second, you made yourselves look ugly yesterday. The thing that angered me the most were the countless Latin people who read SBM everyday and never comment who hit me on the side and said, “Those women are lying, they are full of shit.” Because some of the things that were said made them feel like they didn’t have a reason to feel like they have experienced racism from Black folks. I made the point to one of the silent readers, “Some times women say Black men are in jail or doing crime, and I say, I’m not in jail and not doing wrong, and none of my friends are either. However, I would be lying if I did not admit that the situation is prevalent in our community.” And so a lot of the holier than thou people at the First Baptist Church of SBM, or In Need of Reform SBMC, acted as though they don’t think this is a problem in 2010. Nothing could be more harmful to the argument than that. Nothing. I draw the comparison to the Jena 6 and say that it’s because Black people have forgotten that the Northeastern corridor, or their immediate network, those with college degrees or worldly experiences, do NOT represent the entire United States. It is that dangerous thinking that leads to events like the Jena 6, because we have forgotten that we are still oppressed on all fronts. Black folks are lying if they don’t think the problem is in the community, maybe you have chosen not to surround yourself with those folks, but don’t lie and say it’s not happening.

The thing is, I’ve always been very vocal that I take this writing thing seriously. Some people want to talk shit, yeah that’s part of it, but more than that, I want a book deal. I have dreams of being a better writer and a published writer more times over. I do research on everything I write. When I come up with a topic, I see it through to see if I am ranting or actually presenting an issue to the table. Have we talked about racism too much? Yes. Have we talked about light and dark too much? Yes. But have we owned up to the issues that plague us in our Black and Latino relations? No. Because we just don’t want to. I started working on this post two months ago, it’s been done for a while, I did one on one sessions, asked family members, friends, I did group sessions, and I sent emails to listserves to solicit and receive feedback for this article. I didn’t just come off the top of my head. People who insult me thinking I’m just ranting, that’s disrespectful man. And I’d rather you just not read my shit, I should probably charge for the time I put into it and I’m giving it to you for free and you have the nerve to attack me as a writer. Fuck you.

I agree that some people probably misunderstood the post. I hope this provided some insight into what I was trying to say. My goal was a healthy discussion behind what steps we can take to one, be accountable, two, inform ourselves, three, make sure to make concerted efforts to eliminate the problem. I complain that women are this way, or that way, but for most of you who know me, know that I take time out of my day to talk to women, because most men don’t. They go around complaining about ish and never tell the women what to do to fix the problem. That goes both ways. If women complain about uneducated men, I’m waiting to see more women stepping up as tutors and mentors for young men. And lastly, the reason why the post was about Latinas is because it’s Hispanic Heritage Month, stop trying to steal the show, lol. I really wanted to hear from our Latin readers, but a lot didn’t even comment because of the hasty environment that ensued. I was really ticked off, but I wasn’t offended. Like most people, my defense … was, in the words of Dwayne Michael Carter, “misunderstood ain’t got to be explained.” I wrote this because as the day went on, each comment pushed me closer to taking a sabbatical from SBM and shelving two great articles that I’ve written for the rest of Hispanic Heritage Month.

Anyway, it’s my birthday and I should be having fun.

I didn’t have space to say all this in the post or as a comment, lol.