Tuesday, November 22, 2011

It Aint Errthang But It Shole Is Important

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Don't ask me why I felt the need to title this post as if my name is Suge Avery, but it seemed to drive home my thinking. The other day I was on Facebook and saw a classic status update from my homeboy J. Bates. He said "Great sex is to a relationship, what money is to life. It's not everything, but it sure makes it a hell of a lot easier." A little less ebonics, but the same point all the same. As a female, I don't frequently go on FB talking about how important or non important sex is to me, but I can definitely co-sign...and I did just that.

A few weeks ago my boo and I found ourselves at my mother's house for a fish fry. We took the ride out to Queens to break bread with the fam and have some good ole fried fish, shrimp, and other unhealthy food that Black folk seem to love. We were doing the couple thing - laughing, joking, flirting and just being ourselves when my cousin looks at us with quite possibly a look of admiration and says,

"Awww, after all these years ya'll still look so in love. What's the secret?"

My response? "Good d**k!"

What??? It's the truth. I was joking but we all know there's always truth in jest. I know as well as anyone that it takes more than good D to sustain a successful relationship, but it does say something that my first thought ventured there. My cousin wasn't shocked by my admission (I'm known for my mouth), but I inadvertently peaked my own interest with my impetuous declaration.

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Thursday, November 10, 2011

Letter To My Unborn Child - Follow The Road, But Pave Your Own

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Hi Baby,

Mommy just wanted to take this moment to let you know that I love you. Not only do I love you but I support you in all that you want to do. I'm sure over the course of your lifetime, what you "want to do" will range anywhere from wanting to be a superstar singer or the president of the United States, but whatever your dreams are, I will be right by your side helping you get there. Hopefully, also helping you find what you were put here to do.

There will undoubtedly be times that I want you to go right when you want to go left. There will be times that I won't want to let you make decisions of your own. As your parent, I have an inherent feeling that I know what's best for you. Call it an occupational hazard...what can I say? But I want you to know, that even during those times, you have to do what you know is right in your heart. For you. Don't be so hardheaded that you can't be open to advice, but if you know something is right for you, know that it is your life and you only have one. For your sake though, I would advise that you articulate it well so that Mommy has a very limited rebuttal. 'Cause you know I have rebuttals for days.

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Friday, November 4, 2011

The Kyla Chronicles - To Trust

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So Cash and I were officially dating! It had been a while since I'd actually been dating someone and I was enjoying it. We'd had what seemed like a whirlwind romance around New York City and I was starting to get used to being treated like a queen. In the month since the party at the Empire, we'd been on a champagne cruise up and around the hudson and east rivers, on a yacht that he'd chartered...just for the two of us. Every night we'd dined at the best restaurants in the city, and never had to make a reservation or wait on a table. With Cash, it was VIP all the way, and it didn't take much getting used to.

He was wining and dining me like no man ever had, and I felt like I was living my own version of some cheesy romantic comedy. Except, there was nothing cheesy about this man, nor the time we spent together. In fact, Cash was so authentic I had to wonder if his authenticity was a ruse. I hear when something seems too good to be true, it usually is. And I couldn't find a damn thing wrong with this man. I was starting to get a little scurred. Not scared. SCURRED. I'd been there before with Tristan. Duped. And was in no hurry to get back.

I mean sure we were only a month into our courtship and  he could very well be showing me his representative, but damn if this was a ruse, he sure was good at it. Had he been one of those pesky sales people that take you on a timeshare tour, I would have most definitely bought once the hour was completed. Matter fact...I would have taken two. Nothing seemed off besides the fact that things with us were so...on. I couldn't figure out if it was a testament to his acting skills, a detriment caused by my naivete, or even scarier...the real thing.

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