Planet Pro-tron

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2011-02-18T18:49:00.000-05:00

You should know

my physical wetness

the dryness of my internal

Have created a mixture warm in temperature

wanting you is like a nuclear explosion

natural chemistry

desiring you

you touch me before your fingers land on skin

dare I respond

the result of being drenched pales at the thought of

future tides crashing against my ocean

a place where you swim

backstroke against pleasure

flowing satisfaction

your stream pooling

then out seeps

rapture

Fan of Your Pen

2011-02-18T18:46:00.000-05:00

Every once in awhile love provokes me

To let down my guard forget that I am a femme

Propriety out the window I must admit the truth

Since all of the hints I have dropped seemed to have double dutch’d over your head

Baby,

I am a fan

From the moment I licked the tip of your pen

I fell in love

Touch the triangle in my jeans

Its wet dripping with the beat of a pulse for you

Your words like fingers manipulating my strings

Your soul is bare

[ Exposed ]

Ensnared within the lines of your limericks

I drink

Breathe

Your intellect

Hang suspended on your lyrical spin

I feel we are drawn together

Your skill is sick

Although for you it’s bittersweet

don’t deny me the intimacy I share with your mind

I love to eat ;0)

2010-08-05T12:17:00.000-04:00

I love to eat amidst the caramel leaves

Shading

Parting

My tongue dipping in honey

Tasting

Searching

For the nutrients that balance my diet

Succulent flesh blesses my tongue

Its juice drips alongside my lips

Shading my inside

I love to eat

Amidst the caramel leaves

Between her thighs bark

Lipstick Stain ( Haiku )

2010-08-05T12:15:00.000-04:00

Cherry red lipstick

Lip stain applied on boxers

So you think of me

You Make Me

2010-08-05T12:13:00.000-04:00

Your eyes acknowledge your shock

while your fingers splash between my legs

That’s how wet you make me…

Gushy

Slushy

Sounds

As your fingers pound my walls

Finger fucks me sweet

Hard

Deliberate

Purposefully

With the intent to catch the juices seeping down lips

With your chin and your tongue

As I explode

Eve's Flesh

2010-07-28T20:57:00.000-04:00

I
Don’t
Want
Adam
He can have his rib back
While i sink my teeth in the forbidden spot on your neck
Burn in the flames we create together
Love’s erosion
Raw
&
Beautiful
I knew it was you I was destined to be with
By the sudden pause in my diction
Uncontrollable tongue twisting
As I searched for the right words
To touch you with absent fingers
Tell you that the night you laid your cards on the table
I shuffled them with my heart
Emotions turned to the face side of King
I wanted to pick up the phone and whisper
Your name into the receiver
Pause so my breathing could be in sync with your reply
Reminded that I was yours still
Choke on melancholy
Because Nu, I love you is all it takes for me to feel it
I want to suck the truth your tongue creates
Maybe if I ingest it ill store a part of you with me always
Daylight is the only place that now matters
I’ve given up hiding in shadows
Placed chalk in your hands to write me wife potential
Place stanzas on my swollen belly to birth poetry alongside you
Praise each future muse planted
Feed me then croon I am beautifully plump
Hum Lauryn Hills Zion
Let me love you like you taught me to love
Slip your fingers inside me
I need to grip onto your spirit
You hold my heart steady as faith
Leave me dizzy and yearning
For as long as I breathe I will deny you nothing
Ask me now if i’m sure
Ask me now if i can forgive you
Ask me now if I want to continue
Ask me now if I love you as much as I did some year and change ago
on a windy November day
Soon I will lay on my back in a room that we share secrets
As you stretch your arms behind to cradle your head
And before you can ask me
What is my truth
Beyond lyrics scribbled in pages
I’ll gladly give up my seat in heaven
If purgatory means loving you

Haiku ( during my break )

2010-07-28T20:49:00.001-04:00

When I think of you
I bite my lip hard as fuck
To keep from moaning

Yours

2010-07-28T20:45:00.000-04:00

As you read these words know that every time my pen touches paper
I relive love
Every apology from me dropped off parts of my heart
We blend
We mesh
Good conversation equates to fearless debatin’
Coalesced intellects stimulate enticing correlations
Titillating philosophical flirtations
mind food
Although I can spit miss Webster’s dialect with the best of ‘em
I don’t have to be anyone but me
For that,
All that I am and will ever be
Belongs to you

sprung

2010-07-28T20:40:00.000-04:00

my truth rests on the beds of your fingertips
which bend with gestures of love
Drowning out the sounds of our issues
unconditional reflects from the other's stare
Thus we connect like blood vessels
too alike so we digress in our mission to progress
Sometimes
……..when there's
A glitch in our tune
Some call it a monkey wrench
I expect Mister to fix it
Expecting the same tool to patch us
It’s my fault at times for not helping
Once caught up in a net of pride
Trapping our growth
I’ve escaped been on the run
Passing our start
With no finish in sight
Just lines describing what we share
I never wonder why I’m here
I love you is the only concrete answer to it all
it’s always the right answer
I love you because I do...
Balancing on the ring of your center
I realize I’m sprung
just enough to dream of your babies while riding the train
Enough to doodle your name during work meetings….
When I should be participating
Just to love you to infinity and beyond
In a new realm
&
a new time
With the same hearts
you are the end of every sentence
First word of each thought
always on my mind
I wear you on my sleeve
I am yours
Infinitely

Just Thinking

2010-07-28T20:31:00.001-04:00

Guilty pleasure

Standing next to you
No pretense
I lost my self within the pleats of your soul
Comfortably in nooks
Lost in thought
Lost in love
&
I am not afraid to admit out loud
That as each day turns to night
&
night wakes up to day
I belong here
Dipping my toes in your whispers
Touching your skin with my words
As our breaths mingle
Fresh
crisp
you are the sonnets dripping off my lips
staining my chin
I wonder if I should indulge you
Or keep these thoughts to myself

upon a time

2010-07-28T20:26:00.001-04:00

I am a princess
In love with a Prince'ess that stepped straight out
of Aesop's fables.
Closed my eyes/Fell into a deep sleep
Turned a woman from a frog
Allowed her kiss to awaken my dreams
I surrender like breathing to make living with her possible.
This is my truth
I am hers
She left the clutches of earth to tangle her fingers
through the strands that sprout from my scalp
the flutter of lashes against cheek
the smirk of this fine nigga posed up in a corner waiting for me to crawl on all fours
sweet submission
unconditional
I am hers
…. I love her
My phone is filled with text messages
I don’t need to look to know they are from love
I find myself responding to them without reading
So she's reminded how in tune we are
My fingers tighten
…she's all that matters
She helped me find me
Even if we weren’t together she'd still receive accolades for that
I slide down rainbows,
Waving good bye to the rain
Wipe off lighting shards from my lashes
When I open my eyes
She'll always be there
Skin dipped in our intimacy
Her arms outstretched to wrap around my waist
Her fingers painting roads on my back
Her kisses singing a lullaby on my cheek
She is a green ribbon in a purple sky sitting at the base of my chin
She wrote me into existence
I remember
Once upon a time

thoughts...

2010-06-06T11:32:00.001-04:00

These past 2 ½ years my pen has been infused with inspiration. You drip the kind of swag that makes me want to scribble prose on blue lines.

Muse,

my admiration is authentic
I want you
I need you
In my mind I I’m fighting a losing battle.
I’ll allow myself to walk on this straight line
Add crooked dents in between cuz if it's not slightly dysfunctional then that wouldn’t be we.You redefine me with a smile that overshadows my hurt, stealing my pain. I don’t own the world but I can give you mother earth to plant your seeds & hide your eggs.In a nut shell I want to breed for you
.
.
I breathe for you my love :0)

You Should Know.....

2010-06-05T23:46:00.000-04:00

you should know that i can tell you every shade of your eyes depending on which mood you're in. I consider myself a magician for how i am able to make your dimples magically appear while you still question their existence. Did you know that your left eye lid contains way more lashes than your right & i can tell when you miss me by the way my heart beat speeds up at random moments which is usually when i call or text. Oh, i haven't been able to get a good night's rest since the first time my butt found its way in your lap and my head christened the crook of your arm as i fell asleep. Peace is what you give me when the world threatens to swallow me... you hang on to my spirit promising to never let go. weakness now a foreign word with a lisp. You often say that my words dont mimick my actions & on a scale your sentiments weigh more.I know it's a roller coaster of emotions that will end in smiles. Before you wrote the tale i dreamt of it clear as day so you should already know i'd say....

"I only want to journey alongside you through the good, the bad, the ugly. so yes.. yes... yes... i'll gladly take the ride"

*jumps in and closes the door*

After the train leaves ( spoken word )

2010-04-19T20:55:00.001-04:00

As my future leaves me
standing on the platform
Of this long island rail road
I think maybe
today is the day
She sees how i savor the taste of promise on my bitter tongue
Swish how the love for her tickles tonsils
&
i swallow pride for her
She asks silent questions with her eyes
Her wave delicately plucked out of the Atlantic
Waving like peace signs at pride
An uncrossed A
For Andro
The cross between everything she is
And
Everything she’s not
The possibilities of all we can become together excites me
Enough to come

&
Leave appeased
Prohood © 2010

No Words Needed

2010-04-19T20:52:00.001-04:00

I am so into her
It goes beyond anything i have ever known
So strong it lacks definition
she shades in the simplest things like tears
Gave them color
Like her brush strokes to my poetry
Although i reiterate
In my explanation
What i feel for her
Can't be simplified to words
Prohood © 2010

sunshine

2010-04-19T20:51:00.001-04:00

I fell hard....
Real hard.
deep.
Real deep.
Looked beyond societies ideals to pluck her mid air
Bared flesh so my flaws were visible to her naked eye
she took off her crown placed it on my head
I took down my guard
...
Made it all the way here
.half way.
In the middle where people often refer to
The eyes you give me
The look of love
I am good enough
You are just for me
.my truth.
Is that
I don’t like apples
Never did
Never will
I don’t like 'em
So this tugging at my heart isn't temptation
&
This love that we share ain't in no way a sin
you see me through all of my imperfections
through my tantrums extra bullshit
Late night sessions
To my lapses and depressions
You keep me confessin'
that yeah i fell
damn near got shoved
into your arms
through the storm
i can still look in your eyes and say through all this time
amidst the rain
you'll always be my sunshine
Prohood © 2010

Proof

2010-04-19T20:49:00.001-04:00

She said although I always say I love her
In her world words are just letters
So I challenged her to a game of scrabble
Just so I can spell out
I’m hers
Prohood © 2010

Home

2010-04-19T20:48:00.001-04:00

Thank God I have a place
A place where
I can wear my hair free
No thoughts of braces
I embrace all that is me
Where ego got evicted
Packed her shit quick
&
Dipped
Out of state
Leaving this space
Where I can remain silent and still be heard
My words
Have life here in this place
Where joy
&
Passion
Hopes
&
Dreams are roommates
In a c-op with love
The landlord has a penchant for swinging thangs
Like keys n danga…..
Nevermind (lol)
That’s the excitement talking I’m just glad to finally
Be home
Prohood © 2010

The New Virginity

2010-04-09T03:03:00.000-04:00

In the wee hours of the morning one of my oldest homegirls was watching a show on Vh1 titled "the new virginity". In it they spoke of a trend that started a few years ago called The Purity Ball. An event like a prom where daughters make a public commitment to their fathers. They pledge to remain abstinent until marriage. Mid way my home girl blurts "the fuck, you mean they don't test the dick before marriage? or hell naw!" before i have a chance to answer they show the multitude of weddings of these virginal brides which i must say were very expensive. To which Tania ( my home girl ) said "hell naw, so what if you spend $50,000 take him home & it's some stale dick? You just paid $50,000 for some stale dick bitch, how you gon' return that?" By now i am choking in fits of laughter thinking "thank God... Dick ain't my thing." ( forgive me God for putting dick alongside your name...but it brought life to the sentence )

All jokes aside, all of this had me thinking..i wish i could have still been a virgin when Tae met me. sometimes i wish i had more to give her, although she's been my first at a lot..orgasm included. when you meet your "one" you tend to wish you could give them parts of you, that you have shared with no one else. *sighs* At least most of the good stuff was still reserved for her.

Update: Tania is still looking bewildered... some people wanna milk the cow & make sure all its udders are in good functioning order..lol

How It Happens

2010-04-06T22:00:00.001-04:00

Some say love...
.
won't just fall in your lap
.
I say it comes when you've stopped looking
.
When finding it is an after thought
&
You get lost living the moment with yourself
.
falling in love with the reflection that stares back at you
.
Like a magnet what you've long stopped searching
.
will tug through
.
a simple series of Girl meets girl
.
Online
.
In space
.
&
They will live to die
.
Yes! Yes lawd!
.
To all of the beautifully mushy stuff crammed in between
Prohood © 2010

Circumscribe your own; Let Me be accountable for mine!

2010-04-06T17:41:00.000-04:00

Religion is a subject I try to avoid & steer clear from when voicing my opinion to others because my warped theory on how I see it as opposed to how it was written would surely leave a bitter after taste in most listeners/readers mouths etc.

But for the sake of spoon feeding you a decadent helping of nourishment for your mental consumption while opening up dialogue, I’ll share my inner thoughts with you my fellow bloggers. These days every one is a critic when each person has their own cross to carry to Calvary yet the need for sapiens to add their 2 cents where it’s not needed, can not escape them. How does one prejudge and cast the first stone when no one is without sin? How do you tell me that I am going to hell for loving her, damn me even and consider yourself a Christian?

Dear Christian Fanatics,

Do not sit on your box of tide with bleach and tell me that I am the problem with the world. I will not bear it upon my shoulders just so you can go to bed and sleep well each night feeling like your inequities are more justified than me loving “her”. If being a Christian means ostracizing others than I am not missing out on much. My religion is humanity; my thoughts do not condemn others. Honor and integrity is what you do when no one is looking lost in the silence of your thoughts. So I am not the issue the issue is you. You who’ve been taught something all your life & never thought to leave the fold & analyze what you’ve been told. Yet you wave your leather book and spew scripture as if you’re saving me when clearly you’re condemning me because of one aspect of my life. One aspect that doesn’t define who I am as a whole, an aspect you personally do not agree with. Let me just say though, if it did define me than I’d be perfect. As perfect as I feel when I am in her embrace and the pain, intolerance, and injustice of the world can’t touch me, where safety is her. So your book states that I will burn In a fiery inferno in the likes of Dante’s? so let me ask you this…. Suppose everything in this bible holds truth and is untainted by man’s opinion in the least. Suppose hell isn’t this mundane existence we wake up to every day and it is a place of eternal damnation & my love for her has instantly cast me there. What do you care since you have that plane ticket straight to the pearly gates where your custom fitted wings are waiting?

We are all called to circumscribe our own passions, desires, prejudices each of us to act just. The keyword in that phrase is “own” each person is responsible for their own shit… so worry about you and yours. Shouldn’t life be about you changing you and not trying to change me?
I didn’t choose this… didn’t dictate my heart who to love in the same manner I didn’t choose to have an overbite, brown eyes, and kinky hair. It’s really easy to judge someone else and their lives the hard part is judging ourselves.

I detest when others say “you couldn’t have been born that way” as if they believe there is something inherently wrong with being gay. Well I find something inherently wrong with ignorance and the need to project ones feelings and opinions on others. How’s that for apples?

Let me pose this to you with the stone ready to throw… replace me with your brother, sister, mother, father, or child and tell me if the need to crucify is still as strong. If a person is good and lives life for the betterment of self while contributing to society why judge them because it doesn’t agree with your life?

I don’t fit the mold of societies normality but being gay is not something in which I am ashamed nor is it something that I would feel made me a bad person like lying, stealing, molesting, taking part in pedophilia. It is not something like religion that I like to force upon people, but it is not something that I hide. I have made peace with who I am & I believe that if there is a Heaven and I am to be judged that My God would take my heart & good works on earth into consideration first before casting me off for “love”. *drops mic*

Downelink Bitches & others... ( mid day rant )

2010-04-06T17:29:00.000-04:00

You would think that after getting my back blown six ways from Sunday last night that today i'd be a little calmer. Not. I'm trying Lord knows i am but day by day i am finding it harder to brush my shoulders off. *pause* Let me readily insert this before i continue. I am in no way shape or form, crazy, possessive or obsessed. The world sees the forefront but no one sees behind the scenes & where all this shit stems from so for the sake of presenting my case i will put some real events out there and let y'all sum up the conclusion.

A social networking site is just that one to socialize on which should be harmless if you're keeping it a hundred from day one. Although we do know in the world wide web.. real <--- is just as foreign as screen names. If someone states that they are in a relationship. In there about me section & they state that they are only there to open thought provoking convo and discourse then why oh why would you spend your time typing up friend requests like: "Hey sexy, you look real good in that suit. Add me so we can get closer" *taps mic* is this fucking thing on? She is in a muthafucking relationship! ugh! i hate fucking bitches! it seems like Howard University & downelink spawns thirsty fucking lesbians. One lez hoe went as far as to pen for Tae.. when questioned with the disclaimer that "i" knew she was trying to park her rank snatch where it didn't belong she then quickly inserted the shit was "inspired" <-- to a hood bitch inspired is synonymous with "its all about you" digs? The flip side to this very iconic moment in our relationship is the fact that the chick happens to have a formspring. I found it while snooping cuz thats what i do... correction. That's what i did. I went on with the intent to create my own formspring so she can SEE ME then ask her "what being a whore felt like since i never took the course?" .. but soon realized with the amount of bitches who already hated her. ( probably all the friends in her camp, cuz they are usually the grimiest) so I didn't have to cuz the bitch had enough people asking her disrespectful shit.

For the record for the nosy bitch who may be reading or her group of twat licking goombas... I AM A COCKY BITCH! ANONYMOUS = PUSSY <-- translation if and when i come for you, I'll make it a point to let you know who, what & fucking where because just in case you didn't recieve the memo I'm "that" bitch <-- point blank period. Not that it needs reiteration but some bitches wanna play stupid regardless of their grade point averages and how many teachers dicks they licked to remain in the HBCU. Quote me!

Anyhoo, where was i? Do you know how many attractive women there are out there. Many! Meaning. women recieve comments every day. "your hair is nice" "I love your style" "you're very intelligent, and thats refreshing" <-- those are appropriate. Why a bitch would feel the need to say "your lips look very kissable" <-- *scratches neck* mkay but bitch you ain't the one kissing them so why the fuck you trying to slide your dry twat down on her strap? lol why Lord?

I've come to the conclusion that maybe it's me. Maybe certain things are appropriate. Maybe my black ass gon die of a heart attack. lol all of this is possible. This was my way of getting all the shit on my chest off today plus one more. The shit list keeps getting longer as i keep looking crazier. Bitches have no respect. I have less for myself at this point for allowing mofos to take me out of character. *breathes*

NOTE TO MATTEL: DEATH TO ALL FUCKING BARBIE DOLLS, CABBAGE PATCH, BOBBLEHEAD <----- BURN A SLOW FIERY FUCKING DEATH! :0) Now i'm good.

When Did Having A Girl or Being in a relationship become a bad thing?

2010-03-21T15:46:00.000-04:00

One of my biggest pet peeves to date will forever be when someone sets their sights on you or attempts to let their interests be known and you insert, "um, I am currently in a relationship" and they respond with "damn!"…lol or the proverbial favorite when they spoon feed you a compliment of sorts and then quickly insert "too bad you got a girl friend, or you're taken?"

( insert the customary blank face here )

I sometimes have to catch myself and resort to ignoring completely after that statement for fear of fighting a battle I know from the door, that I am in no way prepared to win. Like how do you ask someone "why are you unhappy that I am not single meddling amongst the whoremongers and lonely such as yourself?" I'm gonna need one of you to put this in the most politically correct way "Bitch, why the fuck is having a significant other a bad thing? If you were my significant other would you appreciate some tactless bitch directing her lustful persuasion and blatant disrespect towards me? Huhn cupcake?" Lol.

I've long accepted the fact that I am a rude chick if not the rudest. I truly feel though that people warrant these sassy remarks. "Why the fuck does misery love company?" why does someone automatically assume if the situation was different and I were single that they'd even categorize as my type. Ugh. Bitches kill me. Stop fucking basking in the Minnie mouse voice of Nicki Minaj chanting on wax claiming she's a bad bitch… and jump to follow. You may be a bad bitch to yourself, your cousin neneh and Lokey the stud plucking your feathers periodically but trust.. it takes more than some lip gloss, a good push up and lace front to entice a chick like me..ya heard. Plus I'm not built for half the broads that find me attractive. I look like a femme but I pack a helluva lot of aggression and find myself needing someone equally if not more aggressive to tame me. Enters "my daddy".

Chances are even if I was single half the ones coming out their necks spewing disdain would not hit it off with me any way. I'm a hood chick first and that is not every one's cup of tea. I bust down dutches, scratch my ass, not always pulled together but when I do it, like put on the "sultry and girly" bitches fall the fuck back on 20 and Roger that minus Tyga, weezy and miss Lewinsky.

One should praise the fact that real-ationships even exist anymore. That should dawn hope and possibility for others. Especially within the gay community. I think I can speak on behalf of the women in monogamous relationships when I say once I state "I have a girl" Please keep it moving. Don't share your thoughts because truly that was the end of the convo and two swift steering wheels into the opposite direction of where your hot ass was going. Save the "but, are you happy's, is she good to you?, or the just in case something happens here's my contact info" because what those simple very rude sentences translate to are: "I'm an opportunist. I don't respect your relationship or I would have kindly changed the subject to avoid further embarrassment. I do not wish you well. I hope y'all break up so I can have a chance."

To which the hood chick in me would kindly answer

"Bitch if you were the last there was to offer in terms of a woman on the strength of your blatant disrespect and lack of kuth I'd kindly reconsider dick" thankies" ugh…

Future

2010-03-21T15:02:00.000-04:00

Love Scene Unfolds
Her voice is distinctive enough to force my head up from my book
Towards her direction
Though I was reading poetry
Losing myself in prose
3 o’clock in the afternoon
Her front is facing me
Holes inside me fill
I know in this hour she is my one
Just know
She’s someone worth knowing
My hopes go up like a ladder
Towards cloud nine
.
High
High
High
.
My thoughts wander to what her likes/dislikes are
Guessing what side of the bed she claims as her own
Caught in the moment I want her dreams wrapped around my ring finger
She’s smiling
I reciprocate
.
“hello my name is Tae, and you are?”
“Just call me your future”

Prohood © 2010

Deities

2010-03-21T15:00:00.000-04:00

silhouettes dancing against sunrise
.
her-she chocolate covered heart beats
.
wet
.
like plasma
.
ensnared within realms of the galaxies
.
we create music together
.
*thumping *
.
How beautiful is this thing called love

Prohood © 2010

When She's Not Listening ( spoken word )

2010-03-21T14:51:00.000-04:00

I write you poetry when you stop listening
Erase inadequate thoughts and choke the sheet out of loose leaf
I have to start over from scratch
.
Ground zero
The beginning
&
end of the start of our destruction
.
I find myself grasping for straws
hoping I pick the longest one
point out where we went wrong
.
Long winded explanations that only make sense in my world
Become a thespian
Act out scene after scene of faked happiness
Sink jagged teeth into the flesh of truth
Mark apologies with sincerity
.
Practicing in the mirror
Palms face up face made up
Switch in posture
New techniques
Have you lusting for weeks
Craving the scent of me
But wants aren’t always good for you
Needs are better fillers
This time you are right
Somewhere along the journey to you only
baby, my desires took a detour
.
Now I find myself practicing a script
Although
I’M THAT BITCH
cocky me rings
.
*Ding dong*
.
No one will be home
Especially when I come over
So walking home I’ll whisper to the wind
“baby, I’m sorry I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking”

Prohood © 2010

Bat My Lashes

2010-03-21T14:47:00.000-04:00

I don't bat my lashes
.
because I have something in my eye
.
but to mesmerize you
.
Grasp your attention with an invisible fist
&
Keep your focus
.
So you notice
....... that when my lashes rapidly fan my cheeks
........It’s a subtle reminder
........Of one of the many things you love about me
.
Two chocolate pools
.
Made for you to skinny dip in without reserve
.
King is your name
&
I am simply here to serve you
.
Engrave permanent lines at the curve of your smile
.
When I bat my lashes without saying a word
.
It simply translates to
.
“baby, I am in love”
Prohood © 2010

Intimacy vs Sex

2010-03-14T14:36:00.000-04:00

I don’t think that many people even know how to differentiate the two. Sex is the physical union, an act, a verb, it is physical affection. While intimacy is the magic that evades us throughout our lives, that is sought. It is the foundation of a relationship memorable and lasting. The comfort of the person whom you love comes from intimacy.

During intimacy an individual gradually allows themselves to become metaphorically naked They reveal there deepest fears and dreams to a person. It’s the prelude to sex… like when Tae and I are at the movies and we’re holding hands or snuggling, the silent glances we share that bring us closer. I love the intimacy we share but I also love that “fuck up yo hair” sex we have. The kind that has my toes curled 20 mins after we’re done or has me a squeezing my thighs when I think of her. Some may argue that they’d be satisfied with just intimacy while others may argue they’d take good sex over a good hand holding session… I need both. The only exception to how I would be if an accident impaired one of us from physically being able to perform. I wouldn’t walk away from Tae if she GOD FORBID one day became unable to physically perform but gah’damnnnnnnnnn that would be a long ass life…lol

The reason I feel we have a dynamic is because the two are married well… such as we are

Thoughts...

2010-03-14T14:20:00.000-04:00

I feel sick as fuck. Drowsy of the multitude of meds i am high on. I just want to go home. Not... where the bed lays in the middle of the room but home in "her" lap where everything and nothing matters if it doesnt concern Tae, Jah'mir & I. I want to go home to the arms that wrap me tight while she whispers that all is going to be alright emphasizing it with forehead kisses and a sensual massaging of my scalp. Home where i don't have to pretend i'm fearless, or hood. Where the puffing of chest and snapping of neck are not warranted. The only place that makes sense. Home wherever love is, where she is. *sighs* i feel like a baby :0( rightfully so. The long distance that plays the third in our threesome is driving me insane. She graduates in less than 2 months yet the yearning desire to have her here NOW indefinetely chokes me up to the point of suffocation and i fight darkness to remain immersed in hope's light. I am not above admitting that she completes me. Fills in spaces that i didnt know was cracked and provides me with the space and encouragement to rise above my potential. Thats love. I long stopped trying to justify to the world why every fucking thing about loving her is right. Nothing else in my world makes sense. Amidst her absence i pluck petals, mark off dates, wish upon every shooting star, and pray to a God they would have me believe doesn't love my kind. Simply because when i had faith, love brought me fate. On days when i am sad, disappointed, in need of her touch...like now. If i don't pick up my pen, i retreat in my mental to purge in the memories we've created.

Preferred Position

2010-03-11T19:00:00.000-05:00

She is the aggressive type
On/off lights
She lays pipe
With open eyes all of my fantasies come to life
Ass smacking muffled screams into the pillow all night
She loves the hair
.
Natural
.
She loves to tug it
.
Factual
.
Actually,
while she’s hitting it with my foot pon’ her shoulders
With a piercing stare
Or
Me bucking on the ducati in the living room
That’s sex terminology
for making use of all our chairs
When I’m on top
She likes the way I bunny hop
(lol)
Word!

Prohood ©2010

Forgiveness (spoken word)

2010-03-11T18:53:00.000-05:00

I can never fully capture the pain of coming close to losing you
the beat of my regret
so I pen you poem after poem
Adding harmonious lyric so
an apology can tinge lips
But,
resonate to you sincerely
so off beat I sing softly
hoping to convey
my emotions as my eyes dance along yours
I belt every melody for you
rough staccato
from my diaphragm
leaving my heart at your feet
"I'm Sorry"

Prohood ©2010

She Could Get It!

2010-03-11T18:41:00.000-05:00

She could get it
On the just the principle
The quizzical way
she looks at me and smirks
Rubbing her tongue along the seam of her lips
Yeah she could get it
No question
It’s something about her that causes that chain reaction
Every cell in my body quakes
Every limb is awake
&
it doesn’t hurt that she has the type of body
that earns her the saliva foaming at the edge of a femme's lips
word
That nigga beez the shit
Oh she could most definitely get it
Whether she’s in basket ball shorts or Jeans
She’s has that lean
Her teeth has gleam
Everything is exactly replicated from the perfect dream
She is perfect
just perfect for me
I’m telling you
At the very first opportunity
With no second thoughts
No hesitation
No qualms whatsoever
With a quick lift of her shirt tucked between her lips
Swagger on point
*sighs*
She could get it!

Prohood ©2010

"I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever." - Rabindranath Tagore

Subliminal Racist Thee Is It..

2010-03-03T22:46:00.000-05:00

So lovelies, been a minute since i truly blogged or at least as myself minus the temper tantrums, psycho babble bullshit and felt compelled to blog tonight so vibe with it.

At my place of employment i find myself to be the only "colored" girl on the team. While there are other minorities, the fact that i stand out like a sore thumb since said minorities are practically albino, they find themselves on the "don't count" category since they may never feel my pain. Three days ago my boss comes to the desk to rattle my nerves and put me in a different grinding mind set so i can bounce and tell her kiss the fuller part of my ass. So she walks her twigs down the vast hall to stare at me for a few minutes before attempting to give me a backward complement that basically translated into Negro what the fuck was on ya mind this morning. Before i continue let me state these few things. Her office is nowhere near where i sit. Sometimes i go days without seeing her while communicating merely by email and phone even though the bitch is down the hall. So her waddling on her bony cankles to the desk was specifically to nit pick at my ass. Furthermore people, true shit i know i was having a bad hair day that day. Shit. A rainy day and negroidian hair do not compliment each other well so by the time i fought my umbrella, trying to hold it back from snuffing the wind, and dragged what was left of me in a bitch did look a hot mess. Now, i've been sporting this weave for i'll say about two weeks and when my own hair is flat ironed it blends in with European & Japanese lol But after fucking air tussling to make it in on time it was anything but. I did make it to the ladies room and attempted to gel, pin, brush what i could and on some real, i wasn't too bad to look at *pushes up my corset*.

But faced with the crypt keeper paying me a visit my hair sensed her coming from down the hall and decided to flip her the middle finger. Am i mad? hell naw, cuz that's the closest thing to fuck you i could give her without being fired. What proceeded her lengthy stare is what took me for a whirlwind. Why the bitch gon tell me all the while trying to figure out why my hair looking part afro, part mohawk, part shoulder bob "um, Val i love it when you wear your hair back. You know when you keep it off your face to show the prominent lines of your nose (white talk for big nose) the slope of your forehead ( basically saying me, tyra and rihanna got something in common and i dont mean Bobby & Whitney) Your high bone structure is so exotic ( stick to yo black roots) <---literally! lol i closed my eyes clicked my teeth two times and willed the bitch to vamoos. When i opened them, true shit she was already carpet ski'ing down the hall. Now alot of you may be fixing y'all faces in grimace like why in the fuck she made us read all this shit only to find out her manager didn't say anything wrong or she's blowing it all out of proportion. Let me kindly insert this be the same bitch that needed me to work for Martin Luther King Day that inquired if me and my people celebrated it.

By my people i am sure she meant all of you fine folks dead...kill me. Not really, *looks towards the ceiling* I'm juss saying lol.

I can't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i fucking can't

2010-02-17T20:11:00.000-05:00

so while surfing youtube something stirred deep within me. The sadness of missing my baby yung melo threatened to overwhelm me so i hustled my cute ass over to her channel to see just what my boo was up to __________________________________!flatlines somebody mufucking kill me!!!!!!!!! Before even seeing her chocolate face plastered with a full grill of chicklet teeth i was serenaded by someone calling "chester" in the background. My heart fluttered a little bit at the sight of ashy elbows in dire need of cocoa butter. Mesmerized at her incessant slurring, i was damn near blinded by the many cubic zirconias sparkling in the dimly lit living room. By the middle of the video i threw my fist in the air feeling immensely proud at her defending her Fame. She been famous, bisses!!! i just about choked on my tongue ring, all this time i'm sitting back all in love with Tae forgetting to check in on my money maker and here she is blinged the fuck out!!!!!!! know what i'm saying? getcho weight up!!!! is it wrong to feel warm and fuzzy inside by her slight mimicking of Jay-z's giggle at the end with heavy breathing? *bats lashes* that's my baby!!! i'm so fucking dead! Whoever keeps scripting her shit and encouraging her madness need to be sitting in hell deep throating a pitch fork! real shit. It's a crime to take advantage of slow people... true shit! lmfaooooooooo!

Motivators... we all need some.

2010-02-17T15:53:00.000-05:00

I am officially 30 yrs old as of Valentine's day. *shout outs to cook for the birthday wishes* "thank you sis!" This year above all else my birthday was special. One that i will remember forever thanks to Tae. I didn't sleep late only to wake up, scratch my fat ass and hide back under my covers. I actually smiled, was moved to more then tears.

Late that night i woke up briefly to thank God for seeing a milestone that many of my peers didn't get to see; and being healthy enough to blog about it. So again i'm blessed. Many have asked me if i feel any different now being the ripe age of 3-0 and truly not much. Self actualization is the norm in my world and throughout my years i've learned many lessons to date. Some of them proved to be harder then others.

Many of you are attempting to get to know a chick behind a screen that makes you laugh from time to time. For others, my candidness and air of giving two fucks less draws you to my blog so you can laugh and say look at this crazy dyke...

Who i was is unfathomable even for Agatha Christie's pen. There won't be no Lifetime movies about this hood chick but ever so often i drop off a piece of my soul with the hopes of touching someone who needs it. Today, i woke up feeling lackluster then insert ( newest bullshit in my life ) here and almost shut down. Not for nothing but ever so often i be feeling like Janet ass did in the "scream" video. I tend to want to break shit or walk upside down on the ceiling with my patent leather boots and harlem shake. But, as of February 14, 2010 the need to stress vocal chords are no longer. I've found my voice. I've set my goals if for no one else but me and not a mufucka is going to ruin that for me. I give people too much power, allowing situations to often consume me. The saddest thing about my birthday this year was the fact that the "i care about you'ers" didn't "care" enough to wish me so much as a happy birthday. That is truly how much i matter, and i'm learning that the hard way. I tend to care about people that truly could care less about me. When i cut people off is still somehow comes off as a surprise. Like a bitchass gets deleted on facebook and the day after requests me again. *blank face* The fuck goes through people's minds? Like my finger accidentally slipped and found itself finger fucking delete or i was aiming to delete someone else and they got caught in the crossfire.

The shit people fail to realize about me and i swear for the life of good old Hay-soos, that they will never fully grasp is... i was raised an "only" child. which for me means, while i love being surrounded by people...losing a mufucka doesn't bother me much, since being alone is the norm.

At 30 yrs old, my list of friends consist of 5 people and thats pushing it. My tolerance level for bullshit is at an all time low. so i truly could give two fucks about much. I'm finally at peace with me, with the woman i am slowly becoming. That makes me immensely happy, what started off as a bad day ended up being a great day.

The first thing i did when i came into work after i got my first cup of Juan Valdez for the day is made me a list of motivators. I wrote down some of the good things i've been told that support my campaign to success and added one bad thing that sets my loins ablaze enough to make it rain on fuckers like "Thor" <---google that. :0)

These are the things i've learned and been told that stay glued to cerebral membranes forcing me to deep dick that bitch success till she come for me...2010 is my year! i called the shit out the gate and stand behind making things happen that seem impossible, on my new grind. Totally brand new.

"You are responsible for your own destiny and happiness. No matter what you've been through, there is always a silver lining."- pro <--- it's easier said then done sometimes but i am slowly learning to take my own advice. Gut and intuition are like siamese twins. Tell'em pro said so.

As Per Maya Angelou: "when someone shows or tells you who they are, believe them. This has proven to be fool proof. If you're dating a nigga or chick and everything about them screams "I ain't shit" "i'm a cheater" "I will never commit" "you're just some shit to pass the time" do not fall under the category of dreamer thinking you have some magic dick or some pixie dust in your nana that can make them change. True shit.

As per Oprah: "Believe in yourself even when no one else does. you can become your thoughts, you can control your destiny. Anything that doesn't occur, is simply because you don't want it to." Majority of the people doing big things in this world had no flavor flav hyping their asses up. Most of em had an idea that everyone in the camp thought would flop... but when it did... you know all of the fuckers that didnt believe be the same ones saying "I always knew you could do it!" *blank face*

As per my mother: "No one in this life is going to just give you something for nothing. If they do, you better ask for the catch 22" <--- everything comes with a price even if the tag isn't visible. Even in prison, your asshole gets taxed for a bag of chips... so why in the fuckansas would someone give you something for nothing.

As per my coworker Juan: "I've seen you survive the worst so i know, you were meant to lead, become great, and do big things. I'll be happy just to say.. hey i know her!"

As per Tae: "you should want things, big things, good things because you deserve them. Don't let anyone tell you different"

As per Tania: "You give me hope. Nas said the people needed something to believe in. well Val, i believe in you."

As per an ex: "you'll never be shit without a nigga, trust that ma... believe that shit if nothing else. fuck up outta here"

"Motivators, we all need some to see only past the finish line!"- Pro Bk's Bad Ass Poet

Yessir... watch a Pro at work... ask about me!

Ayiti Mon Pays ( Haiti My country) spoken word

2010-02-08T13:37:00.000-05:00

We shall survive.....
We will pull through
Us haitian booty scratching,
blurple complexioned
Creole speck in the eye of the universe
.
Us
shackle broken
Coconut pickin
Open market sharing
Honey dipped alien
Of african ancestry
Shook and split
Atomic
Rib borrowed
Molded
Sculpted to simulate
Blood vessels pumping
Diffused
Shared
Compiled & mixed
We your sisters and brothers
Reflective of one color
Unidentifiable in a line up of many
yet, Shaded the same
We "Colored" in between the lines that bind...
One people
One face
One place
One spot in the crayola box
shade of resilience
we worthy of a chance
CAN YOU HEAR THAT?
now enters humanity
Rolling the nations faith between sympathetic palms
Tucking it to hope
we the great believers that someday we'll be more
then....
Us haitian booty scratching,
blurple complexioned
Creole speck in the eye of the universe
.
Us
shackle broken
Coconut pickin
Open market sharing
Honey dipped alien
Of african ancestry
Shook and split
Atomic
Rib borrowed
Molded
Sculpted to simulate
Blood vessels pumping
Diffused
Shared
Compiled & mixed
We are your sisters and brothers!
Prohood © 2009

The Kreative Blogger awards goes to.....

2010-02-07T15:36:00.000-05:00

I am the proud recipient of the KREATIVE BLOGGER AWARD. Andy Pants @ http://thegayte-keeper.blogspot.com/ has chosen me & my baby's blogs for this award.
What I am supposed to do:

1) Thank the person who nominated you for this award. Andy pants! :0) you shouldn't have *air kisses* It's always appreciated when a fellow peer acknowledges you in an amazing way. You've hopped from my old blog to this one and I so appreciate you! Kreative? Very nice and I'm still a newbie.

2)Copy the logo and place it on your blog. DONE!

3)Link to the person who nominated you for this award. You can find his blog here:
http://thegayte-keeper.blogspot.com/ yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! That's my Andy Pants!!!! I am humbled especially since I am an avid reader of yours.

4) Name 7 things about yourself that people might find interesting.

a.My government name is Valentine ( pronounced Valenteen ) because I am born on Valentine's day lol yes my mom was Kreative as well lmfao!
b.I have an insane fear of heights & big statues ( I will run the fuck out a museum…ctfu )
c.I am Haitian/Dominican ( what's so interesting ? ) I only speak French, Creole, English fluently all with a Spanish accent. Lol yet I'm only conversant in Spanish. But when you hear me I sound like Rosie Perez with a hood twang lol :0)
d.I was in a life changing accident at the age of 14 that changed my brain as a whole. After suffering from minor amnesia. I tend to speak and write as my brain moves. So when you read those long ass run-on sentences. Or I seem a bit long winded. It's not a grammatical error but more so I function as my brain does at present. So as the typewriter in my brain goes off with no period in site is how I write and genuinely speak to people often telling 5 stories in one breath.
e. I believe in God with every reason to… I just stopped believing in people. Thus, I gave up on "the church"
f. If Tae's happiness and watching her goals and dreams come to fruition would mean that we couldn't be together. I'd give her up today, and risk spending the rest of my life alone and miserable if it would mean that she could live a full and prosperous life.

g.I believe there is an afterlife. I have to in order to soften the blow of losing so many dear and close to me. The afterlife other then my future life is the only thing worth looking forward to so I can hug my uncle once more, Tell my grandma I gave this bitch called life the best stroking she's ever got, my baby brother I'm sorry I wasn’t there and some day to be able to see my mom and dad years when all is said and done and finally ask them "If I made them proud?"

5) Nominate 7 Kreative Bloggers and post links to the 7 blogs you nominate. All of these blogs are wonderful places to find creative people and independent thinkers. My choices are:

http://www.toycouture.net/ Oh em gee I love me some Toy lol! Chile, I done passed Tae up your link as well to follow. I am convinced you're my long lost twin from another mother. Mi likey you blog long time. I read every last one of your posts doubling over with laughter so you had me totally at "Hello" minus beyonce's 500 pd weave.

http://yellowchucks.blogspot.com/ that’s my Treen Bean! Yes ma'am love her! I love the fact that she is so raw and candid with little regard for what the fuck YOU think of her. Fearless and unapologetic. I read you even when I don't comment trust.

http://laccj101kenya.blogspot.com/ this that and the other is a force to be reckoned with. I read her regularly to hone my writing skills and read interesting and poignant commentary.

http://kraziibipolarchic.blogspot.com/ lawd I looooooooooooove her! Lmaoooooooo and I could say so much but the proof in the pudding so please go read this and then die! Laughing my black ass off profusely! http://kraziibipolarchic.blogspot.com/2010/01/lame-dick.html

http://zeebruhhh.blogspot.com/ Love the new pics on the page Congrats on being accepted to "Howard" University. My baby's school :0) I fucks with your blog hard. Just thought you should know.

http://littlepurplegoodyhood.blogspot.com/ I fucks with poetry hard and this Nadege's Blog gives me a daily dose of Prose

http://vividlybland.blogspot.com/ Bee Michelle gets this one for her realness as well. Bluntly direct and candid people are hard to find so I appreciate and dig some of the last ones standing.

There are so many more great ass blogs I read but I stay giving them awards for their wonderful blogs and they don't need any more lmao j/k *waves to sneakkuh butt, Robyn, Reese's Pieces and cook the poet.

6)Leave a comment on each of the blogs letting them know they have been nominated. DONE!

Orgasm ( petit mort or lil death )

2010-01-31T18:50:00.001-05:00

I wrap my lips around this banana
.
Welcoming the rigid texture
.
As I watch the hand on the clock caress each hour
.
Silently giving birth to dreams
That take me down to my knees
Skin scuffing wood
.
I swallow
take the fruit into me
.
Lick lips after
Leaving a wetness meant to linger
.
On neck,
shoulders,
navel,
&
lower
.
As we die a million little deaths in this bed
that cradles our moans

Prohood 2009

Missing you...

2010-01-31T18:44:00.001-05:00

I've spent the past two years
Of my life placing my baggage
On the conveyor belt
.
You found me empty handed
Linked our fingers
Solidified your place
.
"Daddy"
.
No other name quite fits love
.
Ours is a black n blue tie affair
Real issues be our guests
Dressed up to fade,
.
A ripe peach
Tender to the touch

Prohood 2009

Arch

2010-01-31T18:41:00.001-05:00

As your hands French kissed the small of my back
.
Your man made erection
.
Back Stroked through my river
.
eliciting a growl
.
I must have been an animal in a past life
.
Vocal chords strained I open my eyes
.
Sink my nails in your sensitive flesh
.
Let go
.
Your lap collects my waves
.
As you continue stroking to shore
.
Do all kinds of tricks as you swim in me
.
You gave life to the vixen in me
.
Sexy
.
Hot
.
Ethereal
&
Solely
.
yours

-Prohood 2009

Travelling on this china bus back from spending a lovely 2 days with my baby I was in the mood to write...well in my case type myself little poems on my sidekick as I make this 4 hour trip back home from D.C. Today is poetic Sunday. Vibe with it. "Hope you all have a great week!" thank you for following little 'ol me. :0)

Side note: waves @ cook, says heyyyyy girl to sneakabutt and robyn
*pinches* reese's pieces cheeks and *slips gatekeeper a note* we
definitely must do lunch, coffee..whatever and I'm still very much
performing at your wedding andy pants!!! Lol good nite all.

She loves me like....

2010-01-31T18:34:00.001-05:00

she loves me like.....
.
His God taught him to love her
.
She loves me better then that!
.
With a hint of more
.
Harder
.
Stronger
.
I'm wise enough to comprehend now that she loves me like..
.
I love that t shirt with the 16 tiny holes from over washing
.
That should have been thrown away
.
But,
.
I kept because it felt comfy and cozy
.
Familiar
.
She loves me like kisses for no reason
.
Any season
.
just because she says my lips are soft
&
remind her of New York
.
Thick vast and brewing with flavor
.
The state that binds us
.
She loves me like pain no more
.
Forgiveness and redemption
.
She loves me like.....
.
Our God intended

Prohood 2009

I Can't Find My Goddamn Manuallllllllllllllllllll!!!!!

2010-01-28T12:52:00.000-05:00

So clearly, i can't possibly be a lesbian. Not without the "how to's" of lesbianism. *clutches chest* woe is me. How can i continue this facade of girl/girl loving without the manual that details clearly how a lesbian should act, what she should do etc. *kicks a pebble* i'm lost :0(

Lord, so i'm surfing the net and i come across a blog comment stating that "lesbians who get strapped aren't real lesbians" My God, i am astounded at the fact that it took almost 30 years for someone else to tell me exactly what i am not. sooooo... i felt compelled to say this: Women are women! Whether lesbian, straight or bisexual. We all come equipped with the exact same sex organs. If you happen to like or dislike a certain sexual stimulation - that is simply your choice/preference as a woman. It has absolutely NOTHING to do with whether or not you are a lesbian. Liking penetration doesn't make you any less of a lesbian as someone who doesn't. Some women enjoy having their insides stroked/stimulated/touched such as i. Others are good just having their clit stimulated. Coincidentally...some women will have a major orgasm simply from doing another woman and seeing how she enjoys herself.
You not liking it is your preference. That's all it is sweetie....a preference. I rather prefer to be bent over and taken by a woman... thanks for reminding me that i couldn't possibly of the simple minded kind. so i am officially a Tae'zzian. Since that will be the only woman painting my walls a warm shade of cream. Ya diggums biaaaaaaaaaaatch? lol i am so rude. *shrugs* SO! lol

Speculations gives birth to coons......

2010-01-28T12:13:00.000-05:00

There is always his side/her side/the truth <--- let that marinate. One situation can be seen by millions of eyes and each detail a different story. If you're not present, weren't present, how can you make an informed decision based on what you thought "might" have happened? For months i've watched Alicia Keys being sabatoged on every popular gossip blog, wearing the scarlet letter and being deemed "home wrecker" How does one break something that may have already been broken? Why is it that the other woman always get the butt end for what anothers significant other chose to do? No one held a gun to swizzy's head and said leave with A keys now or there will be a death of music. So how is Mashonda getting sympathy brownies ( cuz her album bout to drop) and A keys gets bashed from every angle?....

How do y'all actually KNOW that Swizz cheated??? Were yall eye-witnesses watching him do Alicia Keys? Or do yall just speculate, jump to conclusions, and end up looking like ignorant coons???

Perfect example: If Tae cheats, would i be mad at the other woman? No but id still kick her mu'fucking ass, but the residual temper and choice bitch fuck yous! would be directed at Tae....

The only way i see it acceptable for a woman to go off on another woman is in the event that the "other" person told them they were taken and in a relationship and they didn't take heed. Continuously stalking and refusing to leave the other person alone... Then by all means, grease your face, take off your lace front and carve the other bitch a new asshole. *shrugs* i'm juss saying thats just me. ctfu *sharpens ginzu sword*

Walk Like A Man, Piss Like A Femme ( inspired by Mr. Jaycee )

2010-01-28T12:00:00.001-05:00

"Mista Jaycee has left a new comment on your post "I'm Too Pretty To Be
Gay *tilts head like Becky*":

I've never heard it put like that! Well said!My thing is not so much that a Lady is a Lesbian but the roleplaying iswhat gets me. I've seen Chicks trying to Out Man me! What? This comesNatural! Chicks wearing Boxers made for MEN, Pants Made for MEN,
Walking, Talking and trying to out Thug MEN! You love Women, Cool, Idig, I get that but since when did loving Women mean that you couldn't at least dress and act like one. The role playing is not a part of theSexual Preference. That's something else going on.BE Well and stop by both my blogs.

Jaycee

PS. I think that I'll give up my seat Poem is amazing!"

Before I proceed to unravel the above comment left on the blog that inspired this blog let me say that mister jaycee "I respect you wholeheartedly". Regardless of our admiration for one another's intellect I must say like with any relationship be it friend, lover, or blog neighbor there will always be points that we don't always agree on and lets lead by example whenever that occurs by agreeing to disagree a point but not judging or disliking the other as a whole because of our differences *pats yo cheek* now let me break it down to a science and give you my Howard stern like observation with a splash of lesbianism :

I chose to use your comment as a blog not because I totally agree with your statement but because it does hold some truths such as my poem being amazing ( imma need summa y'all to take notes when attempting to butter me up...lol) no but seriously I plucked your comment out of a pile because your perception is true but.... the thought is unfinished and needs a bit more flow so I thought I'd break down the logistics so there are no assumptions.

Yes, like with any community or set group we have some hot ass messes amongst us lesbians. Lord do not get me started on dingy ass studs wearing brown tees that were once of the white variety. Not all lesbians are wrapped too tight. Some of those bitches are one shade off the rainbow. real shit! but that goes with any group of people. Good n bad since the dawn of time will always wage war until one reigns supreme. I say this to simply state all rules have exceptions as all rules have the occasional fuck up that ruins it for a whole set. Just life.

There are lesbians that have the ding dong complex. They try to overcompensate not having a real dick by attempting to emulate their male counterpart.  that makes up a small few. But, in all honesty the majority that identify with their more masculine traits are in no way trying to be like "men". They are the little girls that never liked Barbie, who much preferred running, climbing trees they simply grew up still liking more masculine things or identifying with more masculine pronouns. They are not "trying" to be anything but instead are just being "themselves".

They feel more comfortable in male clothing. It has nothing to do with dick envy and everything to do with comfort. Now as far as "outmen" men. Let me state this on the fellow masculine lesbians behalf since I've witnessed some shit go down in front of me that was uncalled for. Many times when men see masculine lesbian women they try and "test" them. Ie. Ogling their feminine girlfriends, attempting to talk to them when clearly she's "with" someone, or just stare her down to see if the "stud" flinches or backs down. A subtle pissing contest if you will. In other words doing everything disrespectful to a "woman" that they wouldn't dare attempt had she been some brolic nigga that could knock four five of their teeth out for the same lack of respect. Digs?

When labeled they tend to fall under the "butch, stud and aggressive" umbrella. - these women tend to date "femme" lesbians because they epitomize "the daughter" that their mothers never had. Now, there are women who aren't lesbians that prefer male clothing… again keyword "prefer". They just prefer comfort over 10 inch stilettos teetering trying to impress someone in their 3 sizes two small shoes that may not be worth impressing no way.

Every lesbian has a story. From the touch me not stud who was raped as a child, to the femme that prefers being mounted by a sexy ass woman with detachable dick as opposed to some husky, grunting sac of fur…. I am the latter. No 2 lesbian is the same. Now as far as "role play" not being part of a sexual preference. I sincerely beg to differ and I will elaborate as to why. I am in a relationship that has morphed into traditional roles of masculine/feminine. Meaning, I am a feminine submissive and Tae is a Feminine aggressive. She's the "daddy" and I'm the "mama" and it works for us. With our relationship, she takes on the more masculine role of "provider" of my heart, my body, my soul, our household. She makes a lot of the decisions for us as a whole not because I don't have my own opinion because from reading my blogs you should know clearly I'm outspoken. And no, she doesn't just randomly decide we're gonna jump off a mufucking bridge and me not say you first lmfao. It means that her final word is law to me because I've found the person that makes me feel safe above all else. Enough to close my eyes and let her lead knowing that she has my best interests at heart. She has and does more than any man/woman that have entered or left my life thus far… so daddy by any other name would be merely diluting her place in my life and our home. She has more "arrogance" and "presence" then any "man" I've ever met and can outwear any masculine article piece of clothing and own it.

Do I prefer my girl or boi? Well, I am in having an affair with the two. I have moments when I yearn to hold my girl and treat her like the Queen that she is and in those times, she lets me. Day to day though, I am hemmed up and fucked properly by the King and loved unconditionally by the two so Mister Jaycee "role play" is part of "our" preference. Ya dig? Lol…..

Sidenote: trust if I didn't appreciate your thoughts and genuine sincerity I wouldn't have bothered to respond :0) so you're home here as well Mr. J.Cee- Val

I'm Too Pretty To Be Gay tilts head like Becky

2010-01-25T10:55:00.000-05:00

while i clearly could deal without the below studs singing voice, i thought the comments left on her youtube channel were worthy of a blog entry. So for the most part, the "no homo" army find it absolutely surprising that a pretty woman could be a lesbian. If this line isn't the oldest dumb ass repetitive shit spewed in any attractive lesbian's ear. "damn ma, you too cute to be gay" now i'm not sure when the "How to be a proper lesbian for dummies book dropped" because i obviously didn't get a copy. What does an appealing aesthetic have to do with being heterosexual. so if you're pretty you should be able to find a man. If you're ugly you should automatically be gay because no man is going to want you. *blank face* can we take a poll before y'all start making rules for lesbians. Da fuck? we don't want the ugly ones either shit keep'em on the straight team. lmao. Nah but real shit, that is the most absurd thing to hear and i laugh each and every time all the while staring at the newest dumb-dumb that said it thinking. "i'm not even gonna waste my breath"

Although, i must keep it real in saying i've seen some studs that had a bitch thinking mkay, i can so see why you're gay. lol blah. Sapiens get a fucking grip and stop drinking tap water it melts brain cells. ugh.

Beam Me Back Up Somebody Please....

2010-01-25T10:18:00.000-05:00

Why oh why Lord did i decide to leave the comfort and sanctum of Planet Protron to work and live on Planet earth? why? lol I'm going to need y'all to be sitting for this shit. lol. Now Tae my daddy often refers to me as greasy when i recount some newest dumb thing a friend is doing here or isn't when i rant to her. I am not. I feel like when i share something with my baby that its not gossip since like Michael and Janet "we are" the same person. But, that's a whole other blog i will pursue in future. Anyhoo, i don't think its appropriate when someone who considers me a friend tells me some insanely dumb or out of this world shit, to say "bitch you lost your goddamn mind!" So i tend to smile and nod in approval and then dash home to tell Tae "daddy i got some tea!" Homo terminology for juicy gossip. When someone says i have something to tell you, the right thing to do is "just" listen. Which i often do. ( i'm lying )If someone says i need your advice and they say "insert out of this world shit that couldnt happen to anyone else but a dipshit here" then i feel its your right and obligation to ask "bitch is you tweaking?" let me touch your forehead likkle more zine. lmao

Anyhoo, On Planet Pro-tron shit beez where its at. I can speak how the fuck i want, all in one breath, type run on sentences. I can heckle and laugh at sapiens from my imaginary louis vuitton toilet seat on which i take a rich bitch shit. lol and on Planet Pro-tron i'm normal and all others are cuckoo for cocoa puffs real shit. Oh y'all need proof? let me share with y'all the most bizarre of flipping scenarios with you. smh. So i have a co-worker who i used to eat breakfast with often but when she got promoted and her hours changed we found ourselves drifting from our set breakfast date every day. So this morning i run into her as i was getting my croissant and she goes "Val i miss you, haven't spoke to you in awhile". So we have a seat. We shared our usual water cooler stories over starbucks before out of nowhere she says to me "Val, how do you feel about incest?" Now, i'm Haitian. For those of y'all that don't fully comprehend that it means i am uber nosey. lol. I am also from Brooklyn. For those of you that don't get that, it means in a nutshell i can smell some shit before it hits the floor. So i played my position. Of course i didn't share my "honest" thoughts on the topic because i saw the perfect opportunity to bait my co-worker so i did what any nosey, haitian dyke would do i became a thespian and delivered this well thought out script. "Well incest, i guess if it floats your boat. Then do you, but personally its not for me." After the last word slipped my lips, i watched her body relax and a smile christen her face when she spit out. "Well, i knew you wouldn't judge me. Now i can finally tell someone what i've been dying to get off my chest. I am in love with my cousin and he loves me. Our families don't know and we've been fucking a little over 2 years. I think he is going to propose and now trying to figure out how i should tell his mom and my dad who are siblings ( yes honey, 1st cousins )why we feel this is right."

Pause. Hold the fuck on, pause. Let me read that whole shit over again my damn self.

*sighs* i sipped my coffee and smiled and kept repeating "oh great" now what the fuck else was i supposed to do but run back upstairs to spill y'all a full cup of lipton with lemon and honey. What in the fuck? I wonder if Jerry Springer pays when you give him an anonymous tip for some future guests. I'm so dead. lmfao

It's me. real shit. Ain't no way. lol

When Preaching The Gospel To A Lesbian, Fyi come prepared.

2010-01-25T08:59:00.000-05:00

It's 9:09 am and i finally get a chance to settle my apple bottom in this swivel chair only to log on to fuckery. Lawd, so i am reading my customary blogs becoming highly entertained in the process when mistakingly clicking on a link to a forum. Now mind you as you continue to read me you'll find out that the most random weird shit that wouldn't happen to anyone else, always seem to happen to me. So reading the forum as i munch on a croissant i nearly choked on a flake when a man ( who clearly couldn't mind his fucking business) infiltrated a convo being had by two lesbians, and belligerently inserted:

"you bitches are gonna die in hell for committing sin. The bible says so!"

Although my blog is a collection of my thoughts, hopes, dreams, jokes, poetry and basically an extension of myself which should be able to post any thought i choose, i try to steer clear of offensive topics such as religion, sexuality, race all of the things that would normally make a reader go ape shit and get to calling the blog police on my black ass because God forbid the dyke has an opinion. The only two things i will not refrain from is my use of "nigga" & "bitches" you don't like it you can kindly rotate on the strap at the door as you kindly moonwalk your behinds back out. I'm not for the faint of heart and i am not always right. refer: to my blog entry "the pot calling the kettle black" *shoutouts to fellow blogger unbreakable* You can very well call me out on my shit. If i am wrong, no matter how hard it is for me to swallow and although i may do it cussing your ass out in the process, its something to accept. Period. I try to keep it as real as i can no matter how fucked up my delivery. If i ever offend in the process, let me get it out now... "I'm sorry" i'm a fucked up individual with alot of real life shit going on and shit ain't always copasthetic and grammatically correct in the hood. Consider me your whino aunt that you love when sober until she get a lil yak in that tank...lmfao

Now to continue with my initial thought before my long winded ass took y'all on a rollercoaster of mumbo jumbo. So 2 lezzies amidst a convo and some random "dick" inserts his view on homosexuality. Posting this comment in a forum.

"you bitches are gonna die in hell for committing sin. The bible says so!"

needless to say i dug my kate spade stilletos so far into the carpet out of annoyance that i think i scuffed my new pair. (* rolls eyes..fuckers) I'm gonna need all the religious, bible toting, scripture chanting, the sky is falling, jay-z's illuminati believing ass bitches to sit the fuck down for two seconds and let the dyke take you to Monday school since sunday's passed lol. Arguments you may not want to use when displaying your disdain for same sex loving is "God", "the bible" and "church". Period. Why? because its almost impossible to explain how a God of love picks and chooses who to disperse that love on so freely. It's also hard to dissect scripture when quoting sodom & gomorrah because the 2 cities were destroyed for sin <---- ummm *scratches neck* How many sins were stated in the bible? Before you answer that you would have to elaborate how incest is ok ( since in those times brothers were marrying sisters and fathers were taking their daughters as wives ie: the famous "lot" in the story of Soddom & Gomorrah)but loving another consensual adult isn't. If that doesn't make you twitch in your Sundays best while soldier boy'ing with that bible then maybe this should be some food for your mental consumption: The bible that christians stand by wholeheartedly was written by "man" the same man that had an "opinion" who could as easily insert their views where they see fit in this neverending story called "life". As the years progressed the original copy has been tainted and revised so many times that i wouldn't be surprised if Eve was chased down in the forest, hunted for her rib only to climb a tree and get speared down... thus us bleeding every month to commemorate us being forced so "man" can live! <-- sacrilegious *pops gum* blasphemy much? we'll never know whats real and whats not, we'll just keep quoting year after year everything we've been told is true like "Christopher Columbus discovered this land and the indians were holograms, Cleopatra ( *raises brow* ) was white as per Elizabeth Taylor, and Tupac isn't dead he playing spades with Michael jackson on crenshaw lmfao. true shit. Happy Mondddddddddddddddddday bloggersimos *air kisses* It's Prozie bitch! *holds my lace front out like nicki minaj* and i'm out lmaoooo

Possible

2010-01-21T22:02:00.000-05:00

us, her, me
dreams
Everything in between
Is all I want to share with
Her, she, Taeleen
Perfectly imperfect perfection to me
My heart beats in the palm of her hand full and intentional
True and unconditional
Magic
No wands, just us
Perfectly imperfect perfection to me
Together we create miracles
Everything and anything is possible
With her

Prohood © 2009

Noose-untied ( spoken word )

2010-01-21T21:57:00.000-05:00

Thunder ruffled her hair
her face was bathed in the skies tears
She couldn’t stop the madness
Nor would she want to
This deep rumbling in her stomach
Like hunger pains
all she can do is pretend
Make believe she is a poet
Pen a future dream
One that will slowly move spirits
Dance in the wind like fall leaves
Come to life
Newborn
Fresh
And
Groovy
She is a flower child
Sun kissed
Night’s blanket can’t warm her
The stars wear her proudly in each twinkle
She rides the wind to the gentle breeze of love
Free and no longer captive
I watch as she un-wrapped her smile
Whispered a hymn
Undone came the ropes that bound her
She swayed within my reach
Showing me love’s reflection

Prohood © 2009

Short # 1

2010-01-21T21:55:00.000-05:00

Apparently,
I do my best work
Late at night
Against the backdrop of the moonlight
My tongue in sync with the rhythm
Between your thighs

Prohood © 2009

SMOKING SECTION

2010-01-21T21:52:00.000-05:00

Here I sit in smoke
Packing away the closure you presented me
The kisses dipped in assumptions
I carve a smile out of sunrise
Perfectly drawn for you
Unleash the love
Its leak necessary
you are that body
Sculpted from sand
A space in time that
Day gave birth to
I was hungry for contact
your words,
touched my soul
your fingers,
became one with my spine
&
When you're here.....
I still miss you,
as if you are gone
Prohood © 2009

Ever So Often....

2010-01-21T19:01:00.000-05:00

When i need a laugh i find a multitude of portals to immerse myself in. My main side distraction is "Downelink.com" for those that haven't a clue what that is. It's a social networking site for lesbians, gays, transgenders etc. You can be who you are ( or in cyber world..whomever you want to portray) to a tee minus the backlash of bullshit if you have a penchant for same sex lovin' <--- summary in a nutshell digs?

Its on that site, that i first realized lesbians tend to display whorish tendencies with no respect for others. Now mind you, there are always exceptions to every rule so i should say "some" but based on experience the "femmes" on there tend to be extra parched when a fine stud, or femme is in close proximity. Tunnel vision is guided by their hot clits and BAM! out goes tact. True shit.

I can honestly say since coming out i've also become aware of how easy it is to get "pussy" without asking. I stand behind this statement: "attractive lesbians regardless of label, get more pussy thrown at them then any straight man i have ever encountered".

I've experienced broads as bold as to slip me their numbers at the mac make up counter in macy's. Yeah, you in shock or probably twisting yo fat lips as you read this like "yeah right" but i am on some real shit. It's like as soon as you make it known that you eat pussy, ( insert superbly before or after) then every straight chick around you wanna subtly drop hints and let it be known she's had "insert air quotes" dreams. lol My personal favorite are the ones that are close enough to consider associates that at some point in time after you confess you're a flaming dyke; who give the speech that translates to "you can get it, if you want it". ie: *tilt head as if lost in thought* "um, i feel so comfortable with you and never really thought about being with a woman, but if i ever want to try it. It would most definetely be with you." <-- This some real shit. I'm schooling y'all. Take notes. lol.

Now where was i? Mkay so when in duress, sadness, and the occasional boredom all i have to do is visit downelink to feel seemingly better about my life. Today i was just bored.

Like with every social networking site there comes the bullshit. On there i found a bevy of bald bitches with names like "femmeuneed" to which my first thoughts were "bitch4wat" Then amidst the shiny foreheads with flash cameras ( lawd, fyi, powder your face or wipe the glow off before clicking on the flash)and big ass heads glossy like bowling balls. Tempting me to wanna tell'em tilt their heads down so i could gloss my lips and fix my liner. I continued surfing and came across the Nicki Minaj minis.

( lean in, no for real lean in and read slow) There are millions of em! Chile, it's scary. There's a cult of colorful, double breasted, bra cup overfloweth chitter chatter clique in flagrant delicto who chant "barbie bitch!" to no one in particular. Only problem, all of em cabbage patches. I scoured from top to bottom to find one chick that mattel would kindly sponsor. To no avail i kept running into beanie babies, treasure trolls, and the proverbial cabbage patch trying to cover her bald patch with minimal string. I was just getting warmed up between bites of pepperidge farm cookies and the tickling of computer keys.

AAAAH... lezzies never disappoint enter the stud section. I found dirty tees that once glowed with the fresh hint of clorox. I came across overtly muscular torsos missing heads( guess their faces weren't much to advertise)Dreads needing to be twisted, Faces needing to be primped quick, tinged with crotch grabbing imaginary dicks that couldn't possibly fit their too tight kanye jeans and that my lovelies was merely appetizer as i continued to surf. I came across a multitude of self hating, social networking activists who boldy post blogs spewing hatred amongst the studs who love studs, the black lesbians who date outside of their race, and the occasional transgendered woman who gives their burly rough asses, a run for their money. By now i need you all to know thati sat back thinking about all the shit wrong in my life feeling like i rolled and toked some fuck it. ( high grade)lmfao. Why? because the multitude of ignorant, rainbow women i came across all had one thing in common with Remy ma... and although jail may apply to the rougher looking ones i am clearly speaking of conceit.

It's 2010 the new motto i'm trying to enforce is "Be one to seek one"

ie: If say you're a 3 1/2 please don't get besides yourself when you post missed connections talking about "bad bitches holla at me" unless you're referring to the cabbage patches mentioned above.

If you're living on your mommas basement couch stop saying you're looking for someone about "their" business because bitch you clearly ain't about yours.

I am in no way saying that one shouldn't dream big or have standards. You definetely should. But, at the same time. Have something to bring to the table, something to offer besides "ma?" and "sup". A lot of times one let's ego get in the way of a good thing or pass up something worthy because of foolishness. The chick you trying to overlook may just be the only one willing to settle for someone intellectually, financially, or socially inferior such as yo black ass. The chick you're probably thinking you're too good for, may be taking a loss by dealing with someone who's head is so big, it leaves no room in a "real-ationship" for someone else.

just some food for your mental consumption.

Lezzies some of y'all have got to do better.

I found an old poem that i wrote back when i used to be on downelink and first caught signs of bitches tweaking. enjoy. lol

Downelink Bitches Are Funny ( spoken word )

Metaphorically Speaking
.
I hang like signs in Brooklyn store windows
.
Read like
.
In depth biographies in Barnes & Noble
.
Had a bunch of chicks blogging pro ain’t shit!
.
A
Misappropriation of terms
.
From some ornery bitch
( cuz pro wasn’t any kinda into you…smh…lol)
.
How a hoe mad at me for pulling her card?
.
Fictional gays with proportional fictional pages
.
Depicting “I’m this that and the third” posing fictional ways
.
Or single, taken, married on any given day
.
While loving, crying, mad, or whatever mood they want to portray
.
It’s only “write” But “I” get honorable mentions
.
From chicks with asses plastered having to be all they ain’t for attention
( now my spotlights on you fuck jennifer hudson!)
.
Cunning eyes with bait and switch
.
Like add me come take a look at this
.
I’m washed up like sand too close to the shore
.
The proverbial downelink whore
.
that collected fuckers
Like bets at ruckers
.
Went with Rihanna to rehab and found Lord
.
Went from I like pro
.
To pro aint shit yo
.
Yet ,calls in the am
Still contain well wishes like they rehearsed n shit
.
I rolled over like holy mother of fuck
Sarcasm in full swing
Even palm my crotch as I tell bitches
I’m tone deaf
I barely hear shit they say
That’s why I’m so repetitive today
Like bitch pay me no mind
fa real bitch pay me no mind
.
This must be the line where I spit mine
.
&
state facts this vista version of reality hits
.
Which magnifies windows flaws from dimwitted twits
.
Bitches that don’t know how to log off and quit
.
Lmao where the fuck is my folder for

“downelink bitches that talk shit?”

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah,

here it is

Prohood © 2009

Let The Pot Call The Kettle Black and not the spoon

2010-01-20T15:49:00.000-05:00

*blank face...counts to ten and breathes before continuing to type*

I've steered cleared of talking about Haiti because every blog to date has been, its like fodder amongst a Tiger wood titty grab and Michael Jackson ghost sighting... I've avoided being emotional on here intentionally while the world around me harlem shakes like Diddy. Humans never cease to amaze me with their micro attention spans and know it all commentary as if they are fucking experts....

"How In The Fuck Would you know?" is going in Bold black letters on a crisp white tee under a black hoody that i will flash the next time....

A heterosexual goes "People ain't born like that!, they can change, it's not normal, she must have been traumatized, she hates men, you know its a sin... or insert any other shit they know nothing about associated with homosexuals.

A Man goes "that bitch must be pms'ing, she'd like it if she tried it, or having a baby can't hurt that bad.

A Caucasian person speak on black struggle. Says it's been ( insert lump sum of years here) and we should get over it or anything else that they wouldn't or could not possibly comprehend.

I am immensely tired at hearing the many that speak on shit that they know nothing of.... ie: Being HAITIAN <---- the fuck *taps mic* is this thing fucking on? *adjusts my mic while i address the masses*

So I've steered clear from sharing my views on the hurricane ( correction noted ...ehem i mean "earth quake") that ravaged my homeland of Haiti for numerous reasons. The most being out of respect for my 5 dead family members and the many more relatives such as 2 of my baby sisters, 2 of my baby brothers, my aunt and others that are still unaccounted for. No one will ever comprehend my pain and turmoil no matter which pair of my Kate spades or coach boots you slip on. I am tired of hearing the customary "I know how you feel" cuz mu'fuckas don't. It's that simple. Tragedy and death follow me like some morbid rite of passage I must endure and yet I still find my soles firmly grounded when I should be losing my mind. I truly was going to let prayer take over. I was going to just continue to pray until this YouTube video of this old white Perdue chicken looking dopple ganger uncle tom don't know what the fuck he's talking about decrepit old ass fart surfaced. His old white ass claiming it's Haiti's voodoo practices that set this curse in motion...grrrr. Da fuck? Lawdddddddd! How the white man telling me… a native of the land, my countries history? When in the bojangles did we sign a pact with the devil? Was it before or after we became the poorest of countries in the Western Hemisphere? People throw "voodoo" around loosely as if its nonexistent or as if some lil haitian lady name jean marie cut a chicken neck and got to dancing to some sak pase and poof voila some voodoo. *blank face* is Jehovah not God or allah or buddha or whatever the fuck u tryna call her on any given day? Well voodoo is santeria, obia, black magic, and a whole slew of names… same shit we didn't create. Smh…. And I am tired of the multitudes of cunts sitting on this so called free fucking land built on the blood of slaves or on their box of tide judging or having the flipping audacity to say for Haitians to go back home or whatever the fuck else…. Cuz last time I checked this is the same land that spewed that it was equal fucking opportunity but just got a "black" president. This is when I find it most appropriate to bask in the warm scent of rudeness while reiterating that all the pompous, self righteous know the fuck it alls can kiss both sides of my ass tongue optional! *drops mic* ugh. I hate people

I'm sorry is simply shit regular people say....

2010-01-18T18:55:00.000-05:00

It's 6:57 pm. It's been a long fucking day! ( yes cursing was necessary..rolls eyes )
Anyhoo, everything that could go wrong in the office today. Went wrong. Everyone that should be here in the office sitting on their asses, till it compresses a little closer to their spine; ain't. But I Ceily, is on massa's plantation just a pickin a cotton while fornicating with this keyboard. During, between, and somewhere recent but not that many hours ago. I fucked up.. pulled the insensitive card..total bitch move minus Mattel and basically hurt my baby's feelings. Ugh. *puppy dog eyes* I so sawwy moomooski, I had a hot flash, saw demons, caught a case of lost my mind and it was truly unintentional but insensitive nonetheless.

I originally had a slew of shit I was supposed to blog about since the crack of ass this am… but somehow got sidetracked amidst face book surfing, my work load, and dismay at my relationship troubles. Now I'm tired. This shit will be long so if you are illiterate bypass and scroll down see the nice Peek-Chur lmfao.

Sorry Folks. I love all of my blog followers as well as those I follow. You keep me entertained and happy. Tomorrow I promise I will make my rounds and bless y'all with my thoughts. Today I want to touch base on a convo I had with a friend and tie it into my apology and ode to the one who matters the most. So my homie from high school whom I haven't spoke to in forever was shocked that I am a lesbian and even more shocked at my description of the different types of labels that embody the rainbow fam. ( pure fuckery if you ask me. But who's asking, lol )
I personally don't like labels and use the term "femme" loosely when describing myself simply because I am a woman who loves a woman… I don't truly consider myself a "type A" lesbian. I'm a Tae'zzian. I don't think another woman could so completely enthrall me and keep me trapped forever, no hostage. Just Tae.

Taeleen Page is my one. My only. My daddy. My friend was curious knowing how aggressive I've always been to know exactly "my type". Mind you, the bitch ( she's my friend lol ) said that with an air of… I bet your type is kinda ugly. Lol aaah, females slay me. Trust me I know what men go through when dealing with my kind. I never blinked when responding "I can't put into words" exactly what my type is since God created one. No duplications. In definition my type is a versatile woman who has just enough edge to keep me wet at the hook and dripping at the bridge. She'll read me like a book because she scribes my growth. Intelligent enough to keep all of my brain cells engaged since they are directly in tuned with my southern hemisphere and with just amount of soft to make me want to protect her with my life, jump through windows, go through flame till I burn, walk to the ends of the earth and back holding only my pen and pad to pen her a whole new world. One where we are accepted. Where I can hold her hand and what we have is envied. Where it's safe to wear my heart on my cheek so everyone can see it belongs to her. Where my words don’t matter as much as my silence because even with her eyes closed she can read my lips. Where I'm sorry is just some shit regular people say… but we aliens, we from different planets speak in… nunu and mooksie. And …. And.. and…. *bats lashes* you already know the rest. I belong to my type. I am hers and she is mine so words may convey… a smidgen… a picture says a thousand words. My daddy's say a million…. So again "Bitches, I am not impressed!" thanks.

Truth is
you killed pretense
&
pride
Along with selfishness
Peel me back
I am woman
Under these clothes
Behind the sultry giggle
&
sway of wide hips
With traces of child birth
Lean in so you can hear me
This full mouth and swell of breast
Can not be compared to the strength and intellect I possess
So call me Billie's voice serenading
Painting a picture with sound
Behind slightly closed eye lids
I am a good girl gone bad
Reformed
I wear my pretty on my tongue
Red heart too wet to wear on my sleeve
I rather put it in her hand and let it throb
Just so she can feel me
When I say I only have eyes for her
Prohood © 2009

Just Me ( Haiku )

2010-01-18T18:45:00.000-05:00

They stay yapping bout
How a femme suppose to be
I don’t follow the trends
Prohood © 2009

Over Some Heads Like The Rainbow

2010-01-17T14:55:00.000-05:00

BLOGTEXT BEHAVIOR 101

I ADD YOU BECAUSE "I READ YOU" FREELY. NOT IN THE DARK SINCE I HAVE NEVER BEEN THE BITCH TO LURK <---- TU SABE? THIS IS IN NO WAY DILUTING THE MANY THAT CHOOSE TO CREEP LIKE A LATE NIGHT WHORE CHASING HER NEXT FIX, I'M JUST STATING AGAIN... "THAT'S NOT ME!" IF YOU CHOOSE TO CREEP MINUS T- BOZ RASPY VOICE ON A HOOK BY ALL MEANS "DO YOU!"

ANONYMOUS <--- A) IS FOR SCHEMING ASS BITCHES KEEPING TABS
ANONYMOUS <--- B) IS FOR EX BITCHES WHO GOT LEFT BEHIND IN THE CUT
ANONYMOUS <--- C) IS FOR DOWNELINK BITCHES SLIDING OFF THE WETNESS OF MY TWAT
ANONYMOUS <--- D) IS FOR DOWN LOW HOMO BITCHES ANONYMOUSLY MASTURBATING OFF MY PICS/AND OR TAE'S NOT NECESSARILY IN THAT ORDER.
ANONYMOUS <--- E) IS FOR BITCHES WHO HAD A PROBLEM, BUT STILL HAVEN'T GROWN A PAIR TO STEP TO ME.
ANONYMOUS <--- F) IS FOR THE "NEXT" BITCH WHO WANTS TO KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE A REAL BITCH... SO TAKE NOTES.
I ALWAYS FEEL COMPELLED TO SET SHIT STRAIGHT FROM JUMP SO NOTHING IS MISCONSTRUED WHEN I AM DEEP DICKING YOUR ASS VIA WINDOWS VISTA. I SPEAK MY MIND WITH NO REGARDS FOR FEELINGS OR SAVING FACE SO IF YOU MADE A DETOUR IN THIS BITCH LOOKING FOR A CONFECTIONARY WORLD.. WILLY WONKA'S STILL ACCEPTS APPLICATIONS FOR OOMPAS SINCE I AM NOT HIRING.

SIDENOTE: LET ME FINISH MY INITIAL THOUGHT TO THE MASSES... I ADD YOU BECAUSE "I READ YOU" EVEN WHEN I DON'T COMMENT. TRUST ME I DO OR I WOULDN'T HAVE YOUR LINKS PLASTERED ON MY WALL. FOR WHATEVER REASON I DECIDE TO STOP FOLLOWING IE: YOUR INCESSANT USE OF OFFENSIVE WORDS OR TERMINOLOGY SUCH AS "NO HOMO" ETC. IT'S SIMPLY BECAUSE I DO BELIEVE YOU'RE AN IGNORANT TWIT THAT NEED NOT BE FOLLOWED. JUST MY PERSONAL OPINION DIGS. LOL SO IF IN THAT SAME BREATH YOU REALIZE THAT I NO LONGER KEEP TABS ON YA RANK ASS I AND DECIDE TO UNFOLLOW ME AS WELL...NEEDING TO DRIVE THAT SUBLIMINAL POINT HOME, LET ME BE THE FIRST TO SAY FRANKLY MISS BITCH... I COULD GIVE 2 FUCKS WRAPPED IN A BLANKET, SNUGGLED UP FOR A HUG. REAL SHIT. QUOTE ME. I WAS A BITCH BEFORE BITCHES WAS ADDING BARBIE AS A PRECEDENT. *DROPS MIC*

Dropping Off A Piece Of Me... Anybody Catch!

2010-01-12T20:14:00.000-05:00

I am weird. Simply. This post will be about nothing specific, generally. Just a collective bunch of babble filled with genuine emotion. First off i write for me. Second i write for Tae. Lastly, i write to give life to dreams, sounds, colors, Tastes and hope to a 5 yr old girl abandonned by her father. The reflection i see till this day when i look into a mirror. The face of my fathers first born, my mothers only and life's mishap. The five year old girl who knew in Kindergarten holding Celeste Wilkins hand in Miss whats her names class was "right" was "normal" was "me". I didn't know it wasn't ok to be my baby sitters boyfriends punching bag or that touching me down there wasn't a game to keep secret. I didn't know that trusting friends also meant being subject to drugs and violation. I didn't know unconditional love until Dec 3, 2001 when at the age of 21 God blessed me with a son. The child who would be my salvation, my purpose, my all.... Or so i thought until across fiber optics and the frequent masturbating of computer keys i found solace while faced with cancer in the most unlikely source. She who i deemed daddy. The woman who collected all of my pieces to make me whole. The love of my life and reason i can sleep in the dark because i am protected and loved.

I entered the New Year with Tae. 12 days in counting we've been hit with some big ones between my uncle dying and her facing health issues and suprisingly i am calm. Cool. Collected. Optimistic that all will be fine. God and i have a funny relationship but she tends to have my back when i need her most. I am currently trying to shift careers and i have a great feeling that despite the intro of our year by this time next year i'll be writing about how much we've accomplished together and individually.

After having and beating cancer, i've become a firm believer in this little thing called faith.

Thoughts During My Early Morning Train Ride

2010-01-12T20:12:00.000-05:00

To prove my love
I’d do anything you asked of me
No questions
As I reminisce on the early stages of us
Pure & eager
I’m reminded of childhood curiosity
Making me wish you were here
I suddenly have the urge to tell you
That I firmly believe your smile could cure anything

….. word
Prohood © 2009

Tug

2010-01-12T20:09:00.000-05:00

while she played in my curls
i decided to let my hands take a journey
Walk at a languid pace as my finger's tips traced
&
touched amongst places her body quivers
she twirled index around hair follicles
.
i played hide to seek the secrets
she kept in places fingers & tongue can't reach
.
Breached past the barriers barred from others
as I give her
the peace she so deserves
when she releases deep down
her forehead tends to frown
&
Out escapes her loudest moans
.
A swift shift in her tone
when she rocks from side to side
.
With her fingers in my scalp
Time suspends eternally
my head romanticizes her palms
.

“Get that shit!”
.
Is followed by echos
When she lets go
I flow down below
.
Fill each crevice
&
Cranny
.
the freak in me willingly
sucks the residue off her panties
when she's done tugging my head,
left to right
.
her fingers tease my scalp
mine simulate greasing
by rubbing the part
that leads straight down
the epicenter of her sphere
.
Catching the lone tear
that seeps swollen lips
Hands grip her
.
Tip of tongue licks her
She’s hanging over so I tip her
Till every drop hits the back of my throat
Lick my lips
then gloat
while she catches her breath

(wink, wink)
Prohood © 2009

Give The Righteous My Seat

2010-01-12T19:56:00.001-05:00

Some say God don't love my kind
He loves every other sinner
Doing all kinds of sinning
….'cept me
Some say that loving her will be the death of me
Or
Force I into the inferno instantly
For she is the fruit
I bare teeth
Sink them deep
Leave my mark
She rewards me
With the juices that paint my smile
….I say yes
Yes, Yes Lord
I willingly give up my spot
Prohood © 2009

Rush

2010-01-12T19:42:00.000-05:00

At the bus stop....
Fumes and pitter patter
Stumbling
Fumbling
Rustling
Mu'fucking new yorkers bustling
Amidst it all
The movers & shakers
I stand firmly
Awaiting that halt
Holding my breath
Sweat
Drips down my decolletage,
I dip my card
In the slit
Oddly aroused
Flushed
Rushing
to the back seat
Smooth out my front pleats
As I focus on not missing a beat
Shift my feet
as the bus comes to a stop
Up the stairs stumbling
Keys fumbling
as I turn the lock frantically
.
Finally!
.
"Babyyyyyyyyyyyy, I'm home"
Prohood © 2009

Why i respect Barbie, bitch!

2010-01-10T22:55:00.000-05:00

Any one who knows me knows while i openly hate on Nicki Minaj's Barbie movement, i silently respect her. While many break her down to her booty pads, wayne style, and pink weave.. i respect what nicki minaj represents. We all knew that from way back when Mc lyte, Queen Latifah, and a few other femcees were strickly clitly but since none of them had/have openly claimed their rainbows we as in the public, let them live; while occasionally cackling at the rumors surrounding their preference. When has a female rapper ever openly expressed her penchant for eating pussy and hit mainstream media and radio stations before Nicki Minaj. I'm not talking the kin4life type or other musical acts shown on Logo only, but main stream. Young mula, biatch. The fact that she's sexy and feminine irons out the kinks. Males don't feel threatened by her because they expect ( at least in their minds ) that she'd join in with their girl as opposed to a masculine lez they can't step to, so off top she doesn't pose a threat but more so a fantasy for them. She has singlehandedly made it ok to talk about kissing a girl minus katy perry. So aside from her sounding like a lesbian weezy, making those crazy ass faces, and her lumpy ass; I give her all the respect in the world for stating her preference from jump and it not hindering her success. she's a business woman.

you know you've made it when Mariah carey need you on a track to revive her career lmfaoooooooooo it's barbie bitch... not really more like a limited edition bratz doll

Dumb questions asked by dumb people

2010-01-10T22:45:00.001-05:00

Since tonights theme is dumb people i thought i'd dedicate a whole post to my coworker who knows i'm gay. so last week during one of our many conversations the topic of whether i wanted to have more children came up. He wanted to know if a sperm bank was an option. I told him yes. He said "so you just gonna have a kid with someone you aint see" and i proceeded to tell him at the sperm bank they often have much info about the donor including pic for you to see what you're getting and if that wasnt the case then Tae and i would choose an independent donor or friend of ours. He goes "damn you're shallow. so if you can't see what he looks like you don't want his kid?" <--- he said it as if he was hurt.As if he was the leader of all spermies to trump my fertile eggs... da hell? lol So i had to give him the real. First off sperm is hella expensive and so is the procedure depending on whether its in vitro or not. If i'm paying for some goods shouldnt i know what i'm getting? what if the branches in his family tree all corrupt looking? ugh. Fuck that? would you go to a blind optometrist? Would you see a dentist with no teeth? Then why settle for a man whose gon supply half of his dna to be faceless? I'm not shallow just trying to get my moneys worth, ya dig? lol

Dumb people ( volume 2 the smart edition )

2010-01-10T22:34:00.000-05:00

SmartDumbPeople (sdp) definition: Highly intelligent people who lack common sense. ie: Lawyers that get paid an extreme amount of money to defend people but can't grasp directions to the bathroom down the hall. ie: A friend's friend who graduated an ivy league school but didnt know you do not go into an atm in the hood alone late night for large sums of money unless you trying to get jacked. ie. The college grad whose phone went dead en route to nyc but never thought to make a collect call. These are just some random examples that come to mind. I am surrounded every day by some of the most intellectually astute individuals who ain't got one lick of goddamn sense... the fuck? so yes while an oxymoron you can be a smart dumb fucker, you heard it here first....

quote me

Dumb People ( volume 1)

2010-01-10T22:13:00.000-05:00

Someone once vaguely asked me why i named my blog "planet Protron". Often times i am convinced it's either i don't belong here or the other sapiens that dwell this planet got lost or took a detour; because i am baffled by humans stupidity. First before i continue i need to insert this. "Am i the only one who has people on my friendslist that start up random conversations with me while i'm invisible?" Mu'fuckas be startling the beegeezus out of me. lmfao. I be havin to contemplate whether i should even respond since they can't see me then part of me feel a little nervous like what if those mu'fuckas got some down low software which enables them to see i'm on even though technically i'm not. I tend to rant and rave and take my thoughts a million ways but never losing my spot, so please keep up. Thankies.

Continue....

So , during a vague conversation with an associate, the same one who started a random convo with casper me....i could sense by her rhythmic typing and extra periods in her shorthand that she was distraught so i attempted to play el capitana saveabitch by asking what was wrong. This chick tells me she lost her atm card 2 days ago and afraid that someone is going to find it and wipe out her bank account clean. I go "how can they do that without your pin?" This bitch responds "well if they found it, they have the pin cuz i wrote it on the back of the card next to my signature so i wouldnt forget it" *blank face*

It's been 2.5 hours she still im'ing me. I put up my allergic to dumb twats sign up and turned my attention back to the second season of "Weeds". Like who does that? How in the Jehoosafats? nevermind. It's me. lmfao... has to be lol

Untitled

2010-01-10T13:17:00.000-05:00

My tongue traced her lips
Dipped inside
to taste her next phrase
I'm amazed
at her
.open. .bare.
Her willingness to share
.open. .Free.
No uncertainty
She knows I am certainly
One of a kind
hers
as
she is
mine

Prohood © 2009

POISON

2010-01-10T13:13:00.000-05:00

That girl is poison....
....minus bel biv devoe
For her there is no antidote
When our fingers clasp
Peace envelopes me
....calm
.......quiet
Still.....

Prohood © 2009

Requiem ( voodoo )

2010-01-10T13:10:00.000-05:00

Potions are never needed with you
No brews or witches stews
Could concoct or summons
The drum & beat of our tune
But let's assume
there was such a thing as sorcery
&
it quite possibly played a hand In what you feel for me
then it could be
something a lot like….
voodoo

Prohood © 2009

Nouveau Freak... Just tugging your leg literally lmao

2010-01-10T12:40:00.000-05:00

It's no secret that i'm a FREAK, yes ma'am no question. Fastly approaching 30 years old i am liberated. Free in all of my kinkiness, let me tell y'all. For those of you that keep up and read my foolishness by now you should know 1) what i'm giving Tae for her 40th birthday, 2) That the only other person i fornicate with amidst my delusions is young melo..refer to heavy panting and youtube postings for the ladies, last 3) My penchant for finding humor out of thee most bizarre things... Tae has yet to ask me what i want for my birthday and i tend to love surprises but felt the need to share my lastest taboo obsession.... Below is my new fantasy lmfaoooooooooo

"Daddy can you please please get one legged lucy to hop out a strawberry short cake and have her booty pop with her prosthetic mid air along our glass table?" *dead* Don't y'all fucking judge me!!!! Happy sunday bloggissimos!!!! I wanted to officially announce that young melo now has big competition lmao. Enjoy, i am so dead!!!

You're Doing Too Much...

2010-01-07T20:48:00.000-05:00

People often tend to think the reason i am so Pro Gay ( pun intended ) is because i'm gay and honestly its not. Its simply calling a fruit cake a flaming homo with good skin and nice teeth... or in the world of heteros, "telling it like it is"

While reading one of my favorite gossip blogs catered to us lezzies, I read a recent post about T Boz from TLC. Her and fame blogger Sandra Rose were interesting news. Sandra Rose recently posted a blog with a Pic of T Boz at a bowling alley with some Burly Lesbians ( refer to picture )

Sandra Rose took to her blog insinuating that T Boz was a lesbian *in my wendy voice* "How you doin?".... T boz took it to Twitter with this statement :

“Do you want me Sandra Rose - is that it boo? Don’t try to make me be on your team. I’m strickly dickly,” said T-Boz. “I had a great time hosting the party for the guys and the girls, and I’m secure in my sexuality enough 2 host parties for anyone…and I was workin’, bitch! I have a daughter so watch what you say and don’t make up lies.”

( insert blank face and eye twitch here ) First off Miss Boz, you're doing too much... overtly emphasizing your contradicting words. If you were secure in your sexuality you would take the free fucking publicity giving cpr back to your comatosed fucking existence! You would not need to post this on twitter for regular folk like me to shake my head at your baffoonery. While i dont condone anyone outing someone, celebrity or otherwise...Your reaction was laced with disdain at the mere thought that you could possibly be a lesbian. Maybe the strong jaw and your penchant for masculine wear gave it away lol. Plus you have abnormally large hands for a woman *cheese* lol I need you to also elaborate how its acceptable for your daughter to read "bitch" but not "lesbian" smh... maybe its me lmao

Alot of times people go above and beyond to hide their true selves. I am not saying Miss Tionne Watkins is a lesbian. But security comes with the knowledge of self and comfort in the skin you're in... no defense needed!

sidenote: Is it just me or is twitter giving paparazzi, bloggers, and us homely underpaid folk a platform to laugh, ridicule and shake our fucking heads at these so called celebrities? lmaoooo damn sure makes me feel good about my life

Get Ya Shit Together ( scheming ass bitches edition )

2010-01-07T20:05:00.000-05:00

Again, Tae takes every opportunity during random conversations with me to airily insert "How'd you get like that<--- emphasized with 4 wrinkles in her forehead and a blinking stare of amazement or her customary "why are you so rude?" lolz. I admit, i can be.. but again people its always with reason. My bold opinionated sassiness paired with the Brooklyn in me makes for very poignant sarcasm.

Tonight i want to randomly shed the light on sheming ass bitches! Yes you've heard it right. Please forgive my blatant disrespect of my same sex likings.. Fairly frequently i will make references to bitches in no way harming the "women" that read. Said statement will be understood by the women but fly and land above the bitches' heads lol.

Now this week in scheming bitches news i found it hilarious that 2 skanks from a rather interesting wilting past would surface at the same time to do the same thing without first comparing notes <---- lol

Rule # 1 In the scheming bitches specialist guide is "cover all bases" so that your apparent delusions and lack of something to do isn't in full swing like a pendelum and spotlighted Minus the smooth and sultry belting of J.Hudson.

I'm on to you! lmfao (passes get a life cards out ) *drops mic

I'll never be as smart as you....

2010-01-07T19:26:00.000-05:00

Dear Fat Lady that came into Chase's Atm section to stand behind me this am,

I do not speak in roar and neck ripples. I don't comprehend heavy breathing unless it's my baby young melo singing oomazing grace in my ear. Yes, i was on line for a long time. There was 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, People ahead of you and yes i rolled my eyes so you could see me. Why was i baffled you baffoon? well because i'll never be as smart as you, you dumb twit!

signed the bitch that had to watch your neck rolls quiver after she answered your question.

Ugh! The above note is the note i wish i could send to the Hippopotamus that escaped the zoo this am to further remind me that some sapiens are 1 light switch away from losing electricity... da fuck.

So this morning in the chase atm corner where there are two atms, there was a long ass line. Why, are y'all wondering? well because 1 of those shits wasn't working. So i am standing on a line with 5 people in front of me when this lady comes in huffing and puffing and goes immediately to the non working atm *blank face* I almost lost my damn mind and said "Bitch, fuck you think we standing here for, our health? So 6 slow mu'fuckas just coincidentally all picked the same chase atm to walk into; just to stand around looking like Forrest gump. What are the odds?" lol the fuck... what i ended up saying was "Lady, that atm doesn't work. That's why this line is so long." The bitch had the nerve to gobble gobble right before saying "Oh" Lmao smh... "Yeah bitch, oh" Ugh.. Tae says i'm rude.. That i am but people definetely give me reason to be. It's like the slow mofos that walk up to an elevator see a line of people waiting and press the button. Like their fingers possess some wand of fucking Kazaam to Bam make that shit magically open since the 7 or 8 some what people already there weren't smart enough to press the button. lmao I die...

Sidenote: Reese you better not be done with me.. lol People slay me *shrugs*

If I Ever Needed Reminding......

2010-01-07T19:12:00.000-05:00

As to why i stopped dealing with men the below joke amongst two well dressed men on the train this afternoon, would have been a perfect zap back to the dick free zone... * Blank Face *

Testosterone 1 says to Testosterone 2: "Man fuck bitches! I'm on some leaving these hoes alone..."

Testosterone 2 replies: "I feel you.. but you know we need'em...fuck you gon do for sex?"

Testosterone 1 shifts on his Italian loafer and says with a straight face "Man, fuck it..a nigga gon be perched outside an abortion clinic and catch the first bitch coming out that joint...least i know she fucking!"

Then both Shitsplats commenced to laugh. I scoffed disgusted thinking what a waist of XY chromosome laced in Brooks Brothers suiting. Ugh... I was so throwed.

Tip for the fellas: You can be the finest man on earth and lose all of your sex appeal in a heart beat by spewing some dumb shit. Watch how and what you say to women cuz your fuckability level can decrease severely when the random personality that surfaces amongst your crotch grabbing cohorts is named "Dipshit"

So Tiger is simply a pussy in golf clothing....

2010-01-04T19:32:00.001-05:00

While watching Entertainment tonight a picture of Tiger woods dodging paparazzi like Lady gaga plastered against the screen. I made an outburst and Tae kindly informed me that Tiger woods the black golfer with a penchant for white chicks like the wayans brothers, is leaving the world of golf. *scratches neck* in the hood we call that a pussy move. So scandal and a couple of pale tittays is forcing you to hang up your club... when all this shit could have been avoided if you had kept your club hidden and away from skanks in the first place. It's a Sad, sad day for negros. The only thing that can now soften the blow for black folk is if one of us outswims phelps and we know that ain't happening until they figure out a way to warm the water lmaoooo.... I need someone to explain to me... How the Country's main man...El capitano del Clinton can get his dick sucked and dna left behind on dresses and remain as firmly planted in office as his cigar was between Monica's thighs but Tiger retires after a coochie binge...smh... end scene! *drops mic*

Young Melo is the shit fuck whatchu thought

2010-01-04T13:54:00.000-05:00

First off i want to say thank you and much love to all of those that reached out during my time of duress... quick follow up my uncle passed away on the 29th. Laid to rest on January 2, and life goes on somehow like nothing happened. I made a vow to myself come the New Year, i would be reaching for the stars with no qualms or fears because life is indeed too short. In keeping up with the spirit of laughter i wanted to let you into the lives of my baby and i. Tae and i often find ourselves mesmerized and taken completely off guard by our Youtube neighbors... our newest obsession and possible third for a future threesome is our girl "Young Melo" who i introduced to you all once before. Below while attempting to control my laughter i am going to attempt to make some poignant commentary after each posted video... Please enjoy... Cuz after i post i am going into a corner to fucking die!!!!!

.

First welcome to the house of Melo, MTV cribs the dyslexic version. yes i want some fucking orange juice bitch stop breathing hard over my fucking glass while you saying whatever the fuck it is you saying. I'm gonna need the haters to stop hating on this fine specimen of a catch. See how the sun rays just bounce off the black hollows in her fat cheeks and she lives with her momma... ladies y'all fucking tripping! lmaoooooooooo whats better then a basement futon and slow grinding so Melo mels doesn't die from exhertion. Does she look fat? Y'all better not tell the fucking truth or ill ship yall some anthrax! she got the fat swag... Holla! dead!!!!! she ain't on disability bitches.... yall dont know shit while she bursting yo bubble... bitch lol she aint slow she got diabetes fuckers she on medicine getcho weight up!!!! yeaaah!! i done

Mkay so in the above vid i'm convinced by the title that she is related to "Precious" or descendant of the "cookie monster" since Her cook today <--- deaaaaaaaaaaaad! Mkay but judging by how the shit look and how well she cooks i think Precious wins by a landslide lmaoooooooo.... Now honestly how many of y'all would eat that shit if you knew that Big Choppa spent a hearty 45 minutes breathing over that shit? Let me be the first to admit my hungry ass would like a plate lmaooooo yessir with all her heavy breath permeating over the noodles yes ma'am i want some! lol Gotta love Mels for giving y'all Variety she's still undecided on whether she's filming Cribs or a Food network segment!!! lol 1 luv its melo melokins biatches!!!!

Ok so the morning after the vodka settles you wake up next to this big orange pumpkin
with the crunchy fade... what do you do? you help her pick out her cereal :0)You gotta give her props, Melo's house is a weed smokers paradise. Lol Fat bitch got all the munchie foods. I was really getting into the swing of things when she offered to bake me cookies until she showed me the Corteetas ( Taquitos ) lmaoooooooooooooooooooo i am so dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hold on lets revisit the Taquitos shall we? where is there a C in Taquitos... she's so sexy.... I can picture tae and i now... Me laying on her gargantuan tummy wiping off the crumbs asking her to calm her breathing down to a soothing tempo and Tae... well Tae wondering when the fuck she gon wake up from this nightmare... lol
Laugh and laugh plenty.... im still dying lol

Thoughts.

2009-12-24T17:53:00.000-05:00

So tomorrow is Christmas, yet i don't feel like celebrating. Death lurks at the threshold of my uncle's bed and this time of the year always brings gifts of mourning. Last year around this time my abuela died and the year before that around this time my baby brother was murdered now i face possibly burying my uncle and i am not ready. I dont care how many times you hear or see death its never some shit you get use to. I dont know how to comfort my mother, what do you tell a sister who feels like she is losing her best friend?

Oddly enough i am looking forward to the New Year. I am cleaning my house of Zen and leaving alot of things and people behind in 09....

I'm going to sleep through the holiday...

Have a very Merry Christmas everyone! -Pro

Sammi Says....

2009-12-24T17:34:00.000-05:00

Every once in a blue our friends say some powerful shit that have you look at them like "the fuck, alrighty Dr.Phil" well at least i do *shrugs* don't judge me. Today amidst one of my many conversations with one of my closest friends she turned to me and said. "Val, never let your pride get in the way of working things out with Tae. I hope on both of your ends it never gets to the point of "i can't do this" because that would be a copout... It's harder to stay and make it work" Wise friends i have indeed, although i should never need such a reminder. What i am getting ready to say may confuse some, stun others and for those who've been there, well y'all gonna feel me when i release these thoughts. There are relationships with the one you love and whom does/doesn't love you and there are relationships with your soul mate. I am living the greatest love story yet penned with the one i believe i was destined and created for. Everything is different with your one, better, sweeter, more fulfilling... There is no end...just a neverending romance that transcends realms. Every single fight i have with her makes me want to love her harder, better, stronger. Every argument makes me want to be better, change, grow and at our worst, i only want to look into her eyes and say "daddy, i'm sorry.. for not listening, for disrespecting, for getting besides myself sometimes. I am not perfect, but i can create the perfect world that consists of us three....Jah, you, and me..oh plus Gracie and find my haven in the family we created together." No pride, stripped of all that i am... my heart knows only one thing. Now i started to say that friends often tell me shit i already know... i'm going to end it with them reminding me at the right times... that what i have is worth fighting for.

Seat

2009-12-23T23:27:00.000-05:00

Despite the multitude of faces
I want to
Find permanent place
Seat backwards
Seep this potion
change
The range of motion
As you drown in my ocean
Leading me to reiterate
That despite the multitude of faces
Yours
is the only one
i find myself longing
to sit on
Prohood © 2009

Sunday ( spoken word )

2009-12-23T23:24:00.000-05:00

Sunday

We share corners of a love seat
A great feat,
picture me dipping my feet into the pool of love
Brunch,
intellect rubbing over coffee sipped slow
Grits, cheese eggs & toast

Simple pleasures

The measure of our friendship
Tolerance scale, I can be sober and still feel kinship
Like (write) for ( rights)
We could stand side by side march in plight
Our thoughts birth words meant to fly
We could sit in the dark
Smoke an L in the park
Fingers locked in kiss
Current events forcing views to be discussed
Never had anything quite like us
Now that’s a plus
Man….
Holding hands
like we hold lines in department stores
on any given day as
Annoying shoppers
Or Opt for
Staying in
cozy tucked between the love seat and she
we find ourselves busy
not skipping a beat
she glasses kissing the bridge of her nose while she crosses puzzles
my head on her lap
writing poetry
while leisurely caressing her eyes with mine
irises connect and romancing the others mind
between sips of ‘Joe
*sighs*
Now that’s how you spend a lazy Sunday afternoon
Prohood © 2009

Public Service Announcement from a homo

2009-12-23T23:10:00.000-05:00

To each his/her own...while ignorance is bliss, i find myself compelled to educate the masses briefly on a certain offensive terminology "No Homo". Class sit back so i can feed you some decadent food for thought. Sexuality isn't defined by words, compliments, or occasional gripes... an unlike some diseases "being gay" is not transmittable nor is it something to be ashamed of... therefore... one can pay a same sex individual a compliment without the adage "No homo" because fyi if you're comfortable in who you are, there isn't a need to go above and beyond to bring attention to what you're not <---- let that marinate. So while the customary chant to say nowadays after every direct or indirect compliment, or observation is "No homo" Let this homo ( I ) be the first to point out when you say it... it makes you look a lil homo...lol *drops mic*

Bitch Why Fucking Lie?

2009-12-23T22:59:00.000-05:00

Yes omitting is as good as lying for those that find themselves confused about that. Anyhoo, i hate when mu'fuckas lie when they have no reason to. Case in point this chick at my job originally told me she was from France, granted the bitch speaks French fluently so i never had to question. Now while having a conversation with another coworker come to find out she is from Wisconsin and did a 3 month stint in France as an intern when she was in college... why the bitch telling everyone she from France, i have no idea. It makes me want to question her, fuck around in her head and see if she continues to lie...just to see if she is one of those people who when caught in a lie still try to create an even bigger lie no matter how absurd to cover it up... Bitch probably gonna tell me she had to say that shit cuz she was in the witness protection program or some shit *blank face* roflmaooooo

Like really, i look like i give two fucks whether a person from Camel nut sniffing Yemen or the southside or compton? why lie? ugh.... bitches!

TMI AWARD GOES TO.....

2009-12-23T22:56:00.000-05:00

Sidenote: for those that gave me an award thank you. I write my thoughts down more so for me if at any time you find yourself inspired, entertained or happy thats just a plus for me.

TMI BLOG AWARD RULES:

*post the award on your blog
*list 8 things a voyeur / peeping tom could potentially catch you doing if they were watching you
*award up to 8 bloggers who match the criteria of this award
*make sure they know you enjoy peeping through their windows..

8 Random things you'd peep me doing

.1 Texting my "daddy" ( Tae )
.2 picking my nose
.3 writing poetry
.4 watching grindtime and freestyle battles on youtube
.5 reading some new self help book
.6 doodling me and Tae's name over and over together in different variations
.7 daydreaming about becoming a bestselling author
.8 scratching my right ass cheek

Before narrowing it down to the blogs I purposefully log in to check on every day let me say this... "Everyone" that I follow, I follow for a reason. You move me in some way or fashion, give good advice or often have some new gadget or fly shit displayed and blogged about in your unique voice and I love that. You all entertain and inspire me for different reasons but if I have to narrow down my ultimate favorites then let me get a drum roll please.....

Cook the poet @ http://lyricalthoughtz.blogspot.com/
Loren @ myfashioncents.com
Reese @ sweetinsanityandsarcasm.blogspot.com
Modia @ http://queen-tmi.blogspot.com
Simone @ http://itssimone.blogspot.com/
Ms cross @ http://mscr0ss.blogspot.com/
Robyn @ http://journey2maturity.blogspot.com/
The gayte keeper @ http://thegayte-keeper.blogspot.com/
Tae aka my daddy @ http://missbrooklynite.blogspot.com/
Superwoman @ http://lifeandtimesofshe.blogspot.com

The extra special award for most underrated blogger goes to my rainbow sis over @ http://imthefemale-fanatic.blogspot.com/

I noticed you don't get comments, followed really or read but reading your story of you and your girl and how y'all met. I love the candidness, the raw, unapologetic way you express your heart for that sis... all the respect...if no one else reads you know that i am :0)
I know i posted more than 8 but fuck it on Planet Pro-tron its Pro's way... gyrate on it. lol

Word on the block is ( spoken word )

2009-12-20T18:12:00.000-05:00

Tae,

I want to make my bed between your breasts
‘cuz
With every breath you take you move me
Like hammocks swaying in palm breeze
It’s comfy
Walking along the sepia tiles of your stare
I’ll leave foot prints
As I carry you when you find yourself weary along this journey
Soul mate art thee
Let’s breathe
as one
Entity
Dream as far as stars splattered against an open sky
While lamp posts flicker
Illuminating Brooklyn streets
Let’s play tag
You count
as I find new places within you to hide
Places unbeknownst to you till I discovered
Soy un conquistador!
Plus more
Since
I am an inventor
Creating new ways to show you Amor!
Word!
You have me pop locking
N '
Dropping it
To your urban cadence
Got a bitch prancing’
To ya hood twang
Goddamn!
even had me tryna sang
Damn shame
what’s in your name?
The strength I held on to till it burnt welts in my palms
Worth every coin that played we belong together
‘gainst walls of wishing wells
A tarnished quarter blessed me
Like the bottom of an empty 50 cent cup of coffee
In the hands of a homeless man
I pocketed you safely within the folds of my hearts concave
Enslaved you within sentiments
Made you earn every single cent
Since you made me work to change
For that I will cloak us like that Potter kid
Wave my wand and erase your nightmares
Shape shift
When the winds of the world threaten to chip at your faith
Making you lose hope in our race
I’ll reinstate fate
Serendipity
How you found me & our story is that simply
This is the part where I’ll be happy to warn you
I have this thing about me that forces me to brand every thing that I touch
Copyright these emotions
As I pen a mirror
Hold it up to you
To show you how I see you
Perfectly imperfect
But mine
Let me say it slowly cuz I don’t think these mu’fuckers get it

You
Are
Mine

Playing pool along my thoughts
Your rays reflect on the green bed of my dreams
Every hole and corner pocket filled
Like every orifice
You’ve fisted, licked and kissed
As you connect every dot that centers my being
Thank you for letting me dream with my eyes open
Soaring without wings
Holding hands as we cross each street
Our leaves sway amidst the gentle calm of love
We speak through telekinesis’
‘cuz
I never have to move my lips
For you to know what I’m thinking
Although I want to whisper
That……

Word on the block is

“I love you”

Prohood © 2009

HOOD LOVE (spoken word )

2009-12-20T12:16:00.000-05:00

I want hood buildings
To hold more then
crack heads
Pissy elevators
&
Broken doors
Releasing the forbidden secrets behind cracked paint and wall
Four corners I call home harbors despair like forgotten whores
Anger blazin’ like their pimps behind closed doors
Sneering
showing teeth
Ready to rip and devour the weak
Still love’
My bodega
Poonjabi or Papi
Hood seal’
Structured vessel
Clotting the flow of the block
Second home to the niggas that slang rocks
&
Weed
Arguing with corner huggers off the street
Minor beef
Entertaining to bystanders to say the least

Gotta Love it

The School system
Is a pool of stray pups
Empty heads needed filling like cups
Uncle Sam narrates His-story
Columbus discovered a land is what they have you believe
So the Indians were made up?, or is it that, as kids, we were deceived?
Empty minds
Fed lines
To celebrate
“ its ok”
to skip school that day
This is dry fuckery
Cranial slavery
Social buffoonery

It’s all love though

Play that again…
My favorite rapper
Says shit so sick
He ‘s infiltrated mature minds in a redundant chorus
Blinding the porous with improper speech
Spit through tightened teeth
Because closed mouths don’t get fed
So relax your jaw and speak

Meaning take a stand for your beliefs

That’s the next step up…

…What the fuck?
For real…
…What the fuck?

We’re preconditioned
Its our disposition
Our composition notebooks are titled
we live for this
gluing pieces
Birth on oxymoronic mentalities
A beautiful abnormality

Hood Love
Prohood © 2009

Her Arrogance murdered the swag movement ( spoken word )

2009-12-20T12:07:00.000-05:00

She's backwards
Has my eyes shifting and following her lean
'nah mean?
I fell into her lap the wrong way
I had to say
Pa
I have hands for play
let me introduce you to foreplay
+

tongue linguistics my forte
Oh, you spit?
Well my pussy can converse witchu all day
(lolz)
just joking we can definitely parlay
"My name?"
Is Pro but I'll answer to "bad ass" and "yours" I must say….
&
I'm not just spitting game
Fuck a league I'm on a whole other lane
&
Poetically
My pen game's insane

I make words tilt
Like a fitted
Balancing on the head of Jay
throw my diamonds up for you BK
You have me dreaming big dreams
Quoting lines
From Mary Blige like…..
You're all I need
Like this pen and pad
you rock ya hat like hip hop mics
Your bottom bitch
Leaves imprints
Timb boots
Stomping to the blue print
In this state of mind
.
I find your subtle arrogance
very sexy
Prohood © 2009

Copyright = in my asian voice you steal, you pay!

2009-12-20T11:13:00.000-05:00

*Newsflash* to the multitude of cyber thieves that lurk and quote unquote follow my shit on the low on some "pussy" shit trying to not be seen but all up my ass crack like a vicky's thong... Lest this be the last time and only time i address y'all. I am in no way shape or form in the business of hiding from bitches nor am i in the business of not speaking my mind for the sake of saving face so consider this shit a formal announcement.

I don't take too kindly to seeing my poems posted on here or anywhere else posted without fucking permission tu sabe? <---- i am not referring to robyn or anyone else who spotted something and said i'd repost this, feel free. That will not piss me off by all means if i follow you...you follow me, we have a repor. Good shit. Don't be the bitch lurking, has never left so much as a comment then i surf blogspot and see my shit spotted on ya mufucking page... Helloooooooooooo? *is this fucking thing on?*I need to get my voice out but please give me the recognition. Do not copy n paste my shit nor remix and pretend like my pen escaped my pocket and was fornicating in a threesome with your index and thumb. Don't fucking do that! <--- it will then be considered stealing. All 1657 of my poems are copywritten. I've written more poems in the past 3 years then Edgar Allen Poe wrote in his lifetime and ill be fucking damned if some talentless twit thinks its that easy to recreate "greatness" Via windows vista. I never understood why people would do that? Maybe i should feel flattered *responds dryly* I don't. First off i work in a "Law firm" so mufuckas truly take heed... IP addresses can be traced. *let that marianate* and lastly i'm a very well known NYC poet so even if my name ain't on shit... my style is distinctive. The fuck. I dont have a minaj complex and not in the business of collecting barbie's so again i implor you let your eyes peruse and keep your fingers tucked away and glued from my shit.

There's a bitch right now on downelink that had to find out the hard way. Shout outs to that bitch Free Delgado suck mi slow con lime.. Thankies!

Ps. Ps. For the "ex" bitch <--- not mine of course. But you know of whom the fuck i speak Big Choppa i know you live and breathe me but get a grip, i'm not checking for your fat ass, so you, your fake ass sister and the rest of the invisible blogspot clan that hopped from my strap off of bksbandit.blogspot.com to this... if you're reading, take this moment to caress my words slow allowing them to splash against your molars before rolling across your tongue like a wave ---> my motto for 2010 "Bitches, if you're tweaking come the new year, fuck you navel deep with borrowed strap until your puss tear!" Fucking quote me!

easy! ~ Pro

who the fuck is management?

2009-12-20T07:07:00.002-05:00

Ever so often i'll share a tale with y'all about my dysfunctional family to make you feel just a smidgen better about yours. This post being one of them so read on and laugh plenty...

My mother owns the building i live in, i make a point to say "mother" because my dad has not a dime nor rights on it. His name isn't even on the deed. lol ( yes, my momma is a business woman ) After buying the property my dad was approaching retirement and my mom gave him the title of building manager since he handles all of the day to day dealings with the tenants. ( i think it was just to make him feel good) Well the title is one that my dad doesn't take lightly. Matter fact, he finds a way during random conversations with strangers to insert that he "owns" a building or he is building "manager" etc. Its been a secret joke amongst my mother and i that daddy has ownership envy lol... That he thinks inserting "i own a building or i am a building manager" is like having all access vip. The fuck? lol So if by now reader you find yourself remotely entertained let me give y'all a glimpse into his latest antic. LMAOOOOOO

So in our apartment, there is only my dad, my mom, my son and i. 4 People who obviously know each other well right. Now for those of you have kids, Y'all know that children tend to ruin things, kids will be kids. Now my work hours make it so i am rarely at home so when i am often times thats when i notice we're low on groceries or need "insert something". Yesterday on my day off, i went into the kitchen and saw the above note on our window that says " Please do not open this window at any time" signed management.

*blank face* who the fuck is that note for? lol only 4 of us live there and he could have easily told us up front the window broke don't touch it till the window people come. why would you tape a note to the window and sign it management? lmaooooooo like i don't know my dad wrote it. lol i die... smh. Lawd, y'all have to kind of pardon my crazy ass when i get to tweaking on this blog... My family tree full of corrupt branches lol

Happy Sunday bloggers!

Bleed....

2009-12-20T06:58:00.000-05:00

I just want to...

B
L
E
E
D

from every vein that pumps blood to the heart
that i dont own no more
i want to be cemented...embalmed...encased
behind concrete
sealed
silenced
hidden

today,
i want my outside to match my insides

I'm just going to bleed

The Only Time I Have Dick Envy

2009-12-18T07:26:00.000-05:00

While there are a multitude of reasons that being a lesbian is bomb like tic tic there is also a flip side to it all. The con to my pro... When you hear lesbian, people automatically think "man hater" that we lesbians are women for some reason
have a great loathing of men. That is the farthest thing from the truth because while I have no desire to sexually engage with the xy chromosome, I can still see a handsome man, and appreciate him for just that. But it stops there. While hate is a strong word yesterday would have been a perfect example of why a lesbian like myself would tap dance across that verb like appolo's sand man.

Before I proceed to share my experience let me say this in my hood voice " Ain't shit a man could do for me except be a great friend, a possible donor for more
future children, or a hot mess to laugh at. Pick one at any given time. As far as anything of the sexual capacity, no flipping bueno! I've experienced the opposite sex enough to know, dick and men ain't for me if they come in one package deal. I rather the detachable variety. At rare times when I do get "dick envy" Its never because I dreame of a thick phallus to engage in sexual relations, or because I have this undeniable need to know what a pair of lips wrapped around a dick feels like. In the rare cases that I get a bubbling at the base of my gut or a tugging behind gray matter yearning to swing a 9 inch shaft around, its only to exude the "power" associated with a penis. (proceed)

Yesterday my baby ( Tae ) came to pick me up from work to chill, having just got back into town after her exams at Howard. ( oh yeah she in an HBCU niggas lol)that is fineness and intelligence wrapped in one. translation: niggas and bitches don't impress me after her,digs? Anyhoo, so our day started off on a bad note because her mother the facebook snoop, found link that followed a pic of us posted there. ( note to reader ) The picture on the right side of this blog with her corn
rows hugging me up.

( pause again )

A few months ago, on facebook 3 of my family members took it upon themselves to
pull down they draws ( a haitian proverb for showing they ass ) The self righteous fuckers started dropping all kinds of scripture on that pic as some warped way
of making me see that I was sinning and taint three shades of my rainbow. My fellow bloggers y'al will learn moving forward reading me, that I am hella belligerent and rude when I feel someone is hell bent on shitting on my parade. I'm the chick that will take a laxative first so I can beat you to the toilet, don't fuck with or understimate me.

( unpause) To make a long story short Tae's mom tweaked a little yesterday ( i wasn't moved.. rolls eyes and sucks teeth ) and basically set the tone for an otherwise great day. Fast forward, later on in the day we went to dinner. Enjoyed our time together then swung by one of our mutual friends to chill. At some point
both of us were thirsty, and we decided to head to the corner store. When we walked in, there were 5 hood niggas standing by the door conversing. Amidst the hood lingo, dap sharing, and nut sac grabbing they started to ogle Tae. Who by the way has an amazing figure but that'sneither here nor there. One of the dudes got real disrespectful on some "damn...all that ass word, I'd tap that. ( insert my head
spinning like the exorcist)say what? Tap what? Mufuckas must have been
seeking a death warrant *blank face* that's mine! Lol The fuck is wrong with niggas? Ugh I'm so throwed. lol like for real. So being the chick that I am, I checked all 4 of their ugly asses. I turned around ever so politely and said "I would appreciate when coming outcho fat neck you use some level of class or keep your lude fucking comments to yourself she isn't a slab of meat, and even if she was my nigga, I'd be the butcher. That's mine. Why his fat ass got to gurgling like he was bout to choke on 3 of his neck creases and the rest of them joined in, laughing in my face. One of them went so far as saying " aint no tattoo on shawty visible that say she yours and she aint had no good dick like mine yet, so never say never. This would be one of the cases a bitch lose her mind and go ape shit turn massacre in that bitch, and be called crazy during her jail interview with Oprah. lol ( reader I'm gonna need you to wear my size 7 1/2 stilletos or size 4 ( in boys) jordans and tell me if I woke up today hating men based off that experience. would i be at fault?

The only time, I repeat, the only fucking time I wish I was a man is in situations like last night. Why? Lets ponder shall we? Same situation with Tae and I if I was a man, would those 4 dudes have been disrespectful? Would they have continued heckling, making lude statements and such if I was a cock diesel mufucka that walked into poonjabi's bodega holding my girls hand? I bet my last dollar they wouldn't have. But can justify doing it to a female who they already look down upon as inferior. They felt that my real-ationship held no weight, and they could brazenly disrespect me and mine, to my face. While Men assume lesbians hate men...or turn
this way because of trauma or whatever... I often wonder If they are putting their insecurities on us. Are they intimidated and the ones hating us because they can't fathom how we're able to get the baddest chicks and keep them, by actually telling the truth. How we're not out here spreading seeds and abandoning them ( my sons dad ) That the lesbians are often the ones stepping in to clean up their fucking mess. I often wonder if we're secretly hated by them because we can take their clothes and wear it better then them, with more presence and arrogance ( kill
the word swag in 2010) if we're hated because our dicks stay hard...well at least Tae's does *smirking* ugh.... I just wanted to share my thoughts with y'all this am. Have a beautifully blessed day bloggers.

Signed,

the artist formerly known as huhn? Lol otherwise known as Pro

Sidenote: pardon the typos I'm posting from my phone so its a lot harder
with the sidekicks little ass buttons to get grammatically correct and
remember to add all the commas. so I'm gonna need y'all reading
comprehension to be at spell check status lol

They should have shot them

2009-12-17T22:43:00.000-05:00

Why is it that people think its ok to make certain comments around me because we're cool in some form or fashion. Case in point 20 minutes ago, my mom comes out of nowhere with "I don't think there's gay people in the middle east. *blank face* mkay so we gays only migrate, populate and sin by christian standards, in the us. I wanted to let sarcastic me respond with " i'm pretty sure there is a gun toting, goat herding, curry smelling dyke out there right now about to skin a deer to make a jock strap." Da fuck? Smh. So I proceed to tell her how moved I was by a fellow blogger's blog yesterday that defended gays. But there were some disturbing pics of two middle eastern gay men who were brutally beaten to death. This mofo ( my 69 yr old haitian momma who's stuck in her ways) turns with a straight face and says "why didn't they just shoot them? Why make them suffer? A bullet to the head would have been much faster *blinks real fast*

( pause ) are you guys following? She didn't say why would someone hurt
another human being? Or this is inhumane? Or what an atrocity? Their
death didn't move her as much as the method they used, to carry on such a
brutal execution. I am floored. I kid you not, I was sitting there like
I heard the Charlie Brown sound.

Let me give y'all a Little background: when I realized Tae was my one, my first step was coming out to my family so i could love her freely. While they don't agree with the lifestyle they accept and love Tae. What they don't comprehend is that
we are the same gays that are being killed all over the world. Its like mentally my parents some how separated who I am from every other lesbian. Like its ok that you are but we hate the rest of em <----- it doesn't work like that. Deragatory or hateful statements about anyone in the life, includes me too...I'm so fucking
throwed that she stared at me as if I morphed into a cyclops when I tried to explain that what she said was in no way appropriate. There are some people in life you just can not make see reason. My mother is one of them stuck in her ways and beliefs so i have to simply forgive her. The Haitian catholic view is embedded in her epidermis and I'm stuck with shaking my head every time she says some shit that's laced with caca.Hoping she has common sense enough to not voice her opinions amidst large crowds cuz i am not trying to get my lace front snatched up cuz her ass wants to come out her neck. *sighs* Moms you got to love them.

Bloggers Help Me... Help Her.

2009-12-17T13:21:00.000-05:00

Ok, one of my dearest friends is facing a relationship dilemma and i've put in my two cents ( harshly ) might i add. I would love to get some feedback from some unbiased to the situation so here goes.

My friend Janae ( a stud ) has been Talking to this girl ( bitch ) a femme for 5 months. web cam, online, on phone, getting to know each other. This weekend was supposed to be the weekend that they were to meet face to face. ( pause...let me quickly insert that said "bitch" has been tweaking all of the 5 months they've been talking) Now, this is where i can be unbiased: any interaction is two sided. I wasn't there scratching my ass on the wall so i have no idea how bad Janae is when dealing with her. But to homie's defense, she is the most calm and level headed person i know ( but those be the ones to kill 15 people and you be on eyewitness news telling them you never saw signs of crazy..shrugs..lol i'm just saying) *unpause*

So This weekend was to be the weekend that they were scheduled to meet and 3 days ago amidst a conversation ( bitch says) "oh, when you come down to meet me, my mother is going to be here. She may not say anything to you. She is not really into talking" My friend replies " Well that's cool, i'll say hi, introduce myself and keep it moving, i won't kiss your mother's ass"

( insert a bitch's wrath )

The bitch totally flipped on her and said "Well since you can't kiss my mother's ass i'm upset and not trying to talk right now" and hung up. * blank face * Now while i am anti chris breezying and serving anna mae that slapahoe cake...if i was from the stomp-a-bitch tribe she'd be the perfect candidate for a timb boot tattoo on her forehead. Ugh! i can half way sympathize with men and their somewhat confused sentiments when it comes to women. So for the past 3 days this bitch has had Janae on ignore. Making away messages about shit, blogging, trying to get her attention. so finally yesterday the bitch goes "this back n forth thing we're doing is childish, i'm talking to you now" Janae responds "Well, childish is the one thing we can agree on, i'm sorry for the role i played. where do we go now?" <---- that was in a text. she never answered, later on they get on the phone neither is speaking you know that akward Post fight silence and Janae hears the girl text'ing. so she says "why text if you're on the phone with me, can you please stop?" The girl continued so Janae hangs up and sends her a text that says "i thought we were trying to work things out" the chicks reply "I gave up working it out because you didnt want to see things my way for one second, you're too concerned about being right. What is there to work out? <---- *cracks my neck* all of this because she said she wasn't going to kiss your mothers ass. The same mother you have yet to introduce her to on the phone or otherwise? <--- i dont see anything wrong with that statement. Lastly, personally i feel like the bitch is childish, five months and right before you meet she picks a fight<---suspect. I'm sorry but sometimes my friends think i'm insensitive because i smell the bullshit before it hits their doorstep and i am blunt when telling them the real. My advice, stop letting the bitch play Geppedo, you're not a puppet. How the fuck do you give someone so much power you haven't met? or fucked? shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit... at least sniff the draws before you asking a chick you want me to jump with or without my sneakers on? ugh!

How about i seen the bitch pic ( one thumb up the other down...ugh) and Janae well ladies, she's fine and single ( if i can help it )oh and taking applications lol ...share your thoughts please.

sidenote: I would apologize for using the word bitch while referring to a woman but i'm a real chick so when you act like you bark... i call it like it is.

The Nerd Phenomenon

2009-12-17T12:31:00.000-05:00

While i can fully shake the hand of whoever gave the stamp of approval to make glasses sexy, since i am damn near blind in one eye. Let me make this random observation. Slipping on a pair of specs while the new style may enhance an already appeasing exterior, if you're ugly, bitch what the fuck do you think some over sized water goggles that have you seeing far enough to question God's thoughts, gon do for that ass? Ugh i'm so throwed! Then, let me also insert this for the bitches who you "know" can't read worth a dime or isn't into anything remotely challenging their neurons to work. Why put on glasses and try to sound smart in the middle of a conversation? Bitches, i'm on to y'all. Fyi Baby girls, we know you were slow yesterday, glasses can not keep up the facade nor give off an air of intelligence if you actually speak. Your verbage and aesthetic do not coincide and i am a bit disturbed. I understand the word "trend" i comprehend the whats "ins" but it doesn't move me because in a day where everyone looks like something and someone else... i dare to be different.

Barbie Bitch ( spoken word )

2009-12-17T09:13:00.000-05:00

When I grow up
I wanna be ignorant.
I wanna answer to guys that approach me like
'yo shawty u real fly
and so wassup can I hit
I wanna be the ignant bitch,
you know the one that laugh and smile
and bite my bottom lip,
cuz I'm so happy that he treats me
just like the next chick.
But that’s all I can expect
Imitating girls like Nicki Minaj, Trina
And lil Kim,
I wanna be
Just like them!
WHEN I GROW UP I’M GONNA BE A FIVE STAR BITCH!!!
Gosh! I sing that song like I’m getting paid for it
I sing that song like I wrote that song!
And I don’t see nothing wrong
With not knowing that
Phenomenal Woman was a poem
written by Maya Angelou
I wanna be ignorant to my natural beauty and self esteem,
Im gonna be the most selfish thing.
I want prada, jimmy choos and bling
I want gold and DIAMOND RINGS!
And I’m willing to sell my pride for it,
Willing to disgrace
My race for it
As long as theres something there
To cover up the stench of my shit.
Maybelline, Loreal, Cover girl
What about that
Beautiful little girl?
That you’ve tried so hard to conceal
With your bronze concealer
And it will never be revealed that
you’re too smart for this
But ignorance is still bliss.
You just want your fifteen
Minutes of fame.
Lacking pride, dignity, and shame
So you’re happy
That you have 3 kids
With 3 different pappies.
And you’re in the club every week
Smiling, all the guys know you as the town freak
Singing GIMME DAT BECKY…
I heard you all the way down the street.
When I grow up
I wanna be ignant.
I wanna be so called “raping the government”
On all types of assistance,
27 with faith that
I’m still gonna be a supermodel someday
Nevermind the fact that
Welfare paying for
Yo kids to eat
While you outside
Giving him head in the backseat
Of his ride.
Oblivious of the fact your kids are watching you
Through the blinds inside.
And have the nerve wonder
Why yo daughter call herself “humping”
At the tender age of nine.
Can’t blame it on BET this time.
When I grow up
I wanna be ignant
I wanna be self absorbed
And vain,
Because it’s the easiest way
To numb the pain
Of the heartaches
And the heartbreaks
DD implants help me
Overcompensate
for not
being able to “conversate “
Intellectually.
And so I grew up
To be what I’ve always wished.
A BARBIE BITCH
Because ignorance
Truly is bliss.

©2009 Modia

This piece was written by my baby sis and fellow Poet. She posted it on facebook this am and i felt it blogworthy lol...enjoy

BLACK KNIGHT ( spoken word )

2009-12-16T21:52:00.000-05:00

Me and the moon both know how to hide in the dark
‘cept
I no longer need to
Her halo the sun that I wake up to
We hold hands when the rest of the world is sleeping
God made us his recipe
Splash of intellectual symmetry
Paired with a heart fearless
Unselfish selflessly
Flawed
Lump of clay
Molded imperfect
Undone
Made for the other
In "our" beginning
Ribs were barbecued
&
eaten
No man needed
My king is a woman
Her soul plays jazz melodies
Around my hearts chamber
I’m awake
Shook from coma
I smile
I laugh
I love
I live
I’m happy genuinely because of her
She’s the star, my black knight

©2009 Pro

Brooklyn ( nostalgia ) - [ spoken word ]

2009-12-16T21:50:00.000-05:00

You leave me bewildered
mesmerized
Our hands blend
merge
Our fingers dance
a two step
Our bodies can't keep up with
Where did you come from?
You're my splash of color on a white back drop
Engraved on my heart
frozen in time
The beat of your voice is my souls rhythm
You leave me breathless
Stuck like the pixels of your portrait
Sitting on this train,
I envision tucking your hair back from your eyes
So you can see how I'm about to kiss you
Baby, i'm on my way home!
I can't wait to get over the bridge

©2009 Pro

2010 is the year of second chances....

2009-12-16T21:37:00.000-05:00

Sitting here at work i can't help but feel melancholic, in less then 2 months i am going to be 30 years old. This upcoming year will be a year of self discovery. A year of change, i'm taking the leap with my writing. I've been working on a poetry book to drop on my birthday February 14th 2010, self published and promoted so do support a sister if you enjoy prose. By March or April 2010 Tae and i will be launching our website and hopefully dropping our self help book for lesbian relationships. Come the summer of 2010 will be launching the Brooklynites presents poetry night, which will also be a Book release party for my erotic anthologie dropping sometime July 2010.... i am chasing my dream. My pen stays moving and i know writing is what i was born to do. I just have to find a way to make a living from doing my passion... sighs. As my baby sleeps peacefully next to me every breath she exhales is a subtle reminder that we are going to be ok. Look out for me you guys this lesbian femme is getting ready to mush Zane out my mufucking way so i can sashay into a bookstore near you :0)

Lawd, i had two great blog topics i wanted to touch on tonight but it's late and a bitch tired, y'all can understand that. *yawns a little* Tomorrow i will do a brief observation on bitches that wear glasses and thinks it instantly gives them a functional brain.... oh and my most favorite topic of this week is going to be, women that think their pretty face speak for them so they don't have to put much work when requesting your damn friendship on a social networking site as downelink... Lawd bitches in Tae's inbox pressing the right button. Don't give a hood bitch time and a platform to roast yo ass... it will be all over... please tune in. Tonight i'll leave you guys with two poem drops. Enjoy and good nite lovelies! - Pro

Mkay What the fuck? blank face

2009-12-15T22:22:00.000-05:00

I am going to need someone to elaborate what the fuck is sexy about this water buffalo with a doo-rag. Ugh, I am so throwed. This is a perfect example of why there should be a prerequisite to buy a camera and use the internet. "It's for the ladieeeeeeeeees!!!" i just about fucking died. What fucking ladies is this bitch referring to? I'm gonna need Youtube to freeze her fucking account. I'm still dead at her close up in the bathroom. She has to be a little slow.

What do you give a stud for her 40th birthday?

2009-12-15T22:10:00.000-05:00

One of my femme friends just asked me what i thought she should give her stud for her 40th birthday. Why oh why Lord would she ask a freak like me? My relationship with my baby is anything but conventional although its founded on love, admiration and respect but we also share the openess to discuss certain things that most couples care not discuss. So Lisa, the best advice i can give you is planning a day centered around a theme be it romantic... or having different trinkets and props from different stages of her life. You know the love of your life better then anyone else. I am not the perfect candidate to ask such things since i tend to give Tae gifts we both can enjoy. *smirking* Sidenote to my daddy: Below is what you're going to be getting come your milestone birthday. Three juicy thick women to cater to your every whim for a night...i think, that's if your black ass behaves for the next nineteen years lmaoooooooooo... Enjoy the eye candy. Lawd, i done learned a new trick with baby oil. I'm bout to go in lol

Thong ( spoken word )

2009-12-15T22:07:00.000-05:00

Frederick's a voyeur to this fantasy
Unleashed passionately
Black thongs
Decorating surfaces like….
desk tops
Almost knocking over a lap top
Unable to stop
This urgency

{ every item of fucking clothing must come off! }

No pleasantries
No Reacquainting
Just this familiarity
Of hot steaming

Lust

the landing strips
That tickle my southern lips
Leak over
tempting tongue to dip into decadence

Pelvis

Meet cheekbones
Splash of my cream serves as foundation for your skin tone
Harmonic rhythmic relations commence

lips

Smeared with, want
Begging to be penetrated
Parted and confiscated

Taken

delicate silk
Garter making connections
erotic is the sight of fabric rubbing along your strapped erection

potent mix

secretions making sheets sticky
passion concentrated on intersecting us
Crossing over
As she spills into me

©2009 Pro

Opened & Pulled ( short )

2009-12-15T22:06:00.001-05:00

Blasphemy is what they’ll say
In reply to me cursing God for making me woman
I am tired of holding things inside me
I want to let them tumble out
©2009 Pro