Great Moments in Black History

I know Black History Month is over, but I live this shit everyday so let me have my happiness and joy in this moment.

While randomly watching a movie I stumbled upon a mythical creature. I looked at her and only recognized her voice, but looked closely at the screen and saw a damn unicorn.

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Why I Follow THOTS On Instagram 

In the early 2000’s it seemed like the era of “Watch-a-thot”  began.

As wrong as it may seem, thots or *hos have always made for great entertainment. From the time of Karrine Steffans, and the time of my favorite ho Kat Stacks, I have always been intrigued by them. I knew what they were doing was wrong (salute to my upbringing) but it still did not stop my or the whole worlds captivation.

“Watch-a-thot” gave new hope to your regular neighborhood ho that had been slutting around for years going unnoticed. These hos decided that they were being short changed and that they should get the same attention of these 15 minute fame whores. Sure, regular hos were exchanging their services for the luxury of being taken care of, but the hos wanted more.


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Standing On The Other Side

The African American community’s relationship with Law Enforcement has been under strain for as long as I can remember.

Most recently, in the past 2-3 years, I have become more aware of this strain because of a new-found maturity (and a new-found ability to stomach the news).

I ALWAYS, since a little girl, had a fear of the police. I never questioned my fear, I just knew that if police were around in my community, it was never a good thing. If police were around that meant that someone was dead, someone was hurt, or someone in the neighborhood was being arrested.

With the recent publicized acts of discrimination and police brutality I now understand why I always had that underlying fear. I knew not to trust the police because I always equated them with bad things.

Because of these recent developments and their publication, my mistrust of law enforcement has risen. With so many officers not being prosecuted for acts which are morally wrong, and even caught on tape committing these acts, I had lost all faith in the justice system.

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Adventures In Dating: The Sensitive Brother

In this installment of  “Adventures In Dating” I want to cover the type of man that all women think that they want, but when they get them, want to strangle them.

I can say from experience that these types of brothers gravitate toward me and many display emotion; which is good because there is no guess work with how they feel, but sometimes they can get very dramatic.

The type of man I am talking about is the Sensitive Brother.


Almost ALL of the men I’ve been involved with have exhibited this hyper emotional trait. They are very in touch with their feelings and feel the need to share every experience that ever hurt them. Though not bad all of the time, it is a trigger to a person that is inherently a fixer…like myself.

(If you are the type of person who finds yourself always wanting to make everything all better, then you are a fixer.)

In a relationship with a Sensitive Brother you find yourself uttering the words, “What’s wrong?” more often than not, or yelling, “Calm down!” more often than you ever should have to at another adult.

The Sensitive Brother displays his sensitivity in more than the stereotypical Drake-type of emotions.

Some are able to express their feelings in a great way, and I adore it because they hold nothing in;


Ponies and marshmallows can get old. Hearing about every feeling can get draining. Everyone cannot be sad with you. Everyone can’t feel what you feel.


Keep that shit to yourself sometimes….Killin my muthafuckin vibe (in my Kendrick Lamar’s Daddy voice).

Then there’s the other side–

The Sensitive Brothers sometimes have the biggest tempers. Their emotions are fucking out of control!

There is no medium between them saying, “That hurt my feelings, ” and then them punching a hole in a wall. Also, their sad attempt at holding back feelings is sometimes comical because it can yield real tears.

I had a crier before and that shit is scary. The more I write this, the more I think he was bipolar.


My takeaway from this, is that the Sensitive Brother has been the most tolerable guy in my dating experience. But I am a magnet to that type. I fix shit that’s broken. They can smell a fixer. I can smell insecurity.

As long as you don’t allow that whole transfer of emotions bullshit to occur, you’ll be fine.

As soon as they start bitching just do this in your head.


Realize that you can’t fix this man. He probably has daddy issues or something…


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The Power of Unpopular Opinion

I Don’t Mean To Cut You Off But…

I don’t really like Michael Jackson.
I don’t think he was the greatest pop star of all time. I don’t think he was the greatest entertainer of all time. His music is just okay.

This is my opinion.

I will forever find an excuse to use this image

I will forever find an excuse to use this image

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