Friday, August 19, 2011
Social Networking
Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, LinkedIn! These are a few of the social networking sites that I use or have used quite frequently. They have proven to be of great service to me. I have been reunited with classmates, family members, business associates and some individuals that well.....just need a friend to talk to!
My first encounter of the power of these sites came approximately a year ago. If you have a Twitter account, then you are aware that the amount of personal information that is disclosed is limited (such as your date of birth, etc.) I was a Twitter addict and honestly had to ween myself from this site due to the continuous posts from Tweeple (people that use Twitter). I remember it quite clear, it was actually my birthday and I received a message from a gentleman that simply said "Happy Birthday!" How nice I thought! Then I realized that only my personal friends knew my date of birth. The gesture grabbed my attention and I immediately began a personal/private conversation with this individual. Who was it? My dear friend John Miller of www.eyecbeauty.com. The same gentleman that captured the wonderful photograph of myself that is displayed proudly on my blogs background. We affectionately call the photo, pink bubble. Thanks for reaching out John!!!
My second encounter was via Facebook...I found Roger!!! Enough said!!!
My most recent connection was also done utilizing the tools and resources that Facebook has to offer and this is the primary reason for this particular blog post today. I have been wrestling with how to appropriately represent these individuals without offending. Let's see how I do!
I love my niece dearly! I was 12 when she was born and I took her every place with the exception of school with me. Being that she was with me 90 percent of the time, unknowing individuals assumed she was my child. One dumb ass guy I was dating demanded I tell the truth about her birth, eventhough I was. Well dumb ass eventually allowed his frustrations to overtake him and finally called it quits to our relationship. I was 19 at the time, which would have made my niece seven years old. Was it possible for me to have a child 12 years my junior? Yes, however, I didn't lose my virginity until I was 17. Throughout the years Aiyana (my niece) and I have remained close, even with my transition to Arizona. When she needs someone to talk to whether it's good news, unfortunate news or matter's of the heart, my baby knows she can count on me! This is the part where I try to be nice (a bit). Her mother, my ex-sister (yes, I said ex-sister)is definitely cut from a different cloth. I don't know what happened...we grew up in the same household, ate the same food, dealt with the same situations, but that female ain't right. For whatever reason her Mom opted to keep the identity of her "real father" a secret. Aiyana's response to this situation 2 months ago was "I don't care who he is, I've made it this far without him in my life, so I don't care!" That was two months ago! Now let me tell you what she said three weeks ago.."Aunty, I want to find my Dad!" Well.............No, I wasn't there when my sister was giving up the coochy. I may have been in the other room when she was sneaking fella's into the house, but I didn't see the actual act itself. This made my assistance to my niece a tough one. All I could do was "pray and meditate" for guidance and instruction. Yes, I pray damn it!!! Let's flashback to 29 years ago. I did recall my sister was seeing two gentlemen at the time, One we all liked and the other well, we were basically scared of his ass. He would hug you and the next minute he would shoot you without any regrets. He was always nice to me thank goodness and he kept the bad boys away from me as well. We still see Mr. Mean Ass periodically. He actually stepped up to the plate and took care of my niece eventhough the DNA test proved otherwise.
The second gentleman that my sister was spending time with was a church going fella, mild mannered and respectable. I was able to remember his first name but was at a lost for his last. We met him at one of our infamous church gatherings and my sister was smitten with him. There also were two other gentleman that we both befriended (non sexual) The twins...David and Darryl, they played drums in the church choir and was very skilled with their talent. I had my first and biggest crush on Darryl. If my grandmother would have signed the paperwork, I would have married him at age 11. However, being that I was 11 at the time and he was 15, we both decided not to date. I did have one telephone conversation with him and recalled the two questions that I as a juvenille asked him. "What school do you attend? and "What is your last name?" People that was 30 years ago. When my niece told me she wanted to know who her Dad was, these two gentlemen were my only link to finding him. I've shared with you previously how awesome my memory can be, but this is a true testimony! I could not remember the twins last name to save my life! I initially started going through each letter of the alphabet in my mind in hopes of stumbling upon their last names. Well, when that didn't work that's when I began my prayer and meditation. Ten minutes after praying....The last name popped in my head clear as day. So what did I do next? I used Facebook of course.......I found David!!! I began asking him questions as it related to his youth, especially asking him if he had a twin brother named Darryl (my hearthrob). I then began explaining to him my reason for reaching out to him and his reply was "OMG, call me now!" I did just that. He in turn did a conference call with my niece's possible uncle and it all began to unfold. Aiyana and her possible uncle are making plans to have a DNA test done in the very near future. Unfortunately, her possible father passed away 3 years ago and she will not have the chance of meeting him. Either way, she has a new possibility of brothers and sisters that she will eventually meet.
Some individuals shy away from social networking, but with the recent experiences I've had with Facebook and Twitter....I say "search on and enjoy responsibly!"
PSSST...
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wooooosahhhh!
I generally make an honest attempt to stay away from people when I'm not in the greatest mood. I find it's best and will eliminate the need for any apologies in the future. This is my third attempt to come to you guys this evening and for the life of me, I couldn't understand why I was having difficulty expressing myself today. As I sat back and reflected on a few things, I now understand why:
I can't stand the motha fucka that is always pointing their finger at what you have or have not done. For instance, no wait....this is the shit that pissed me the fuck off today. My son is visiting family on his paternal side (his daddy's side) and without thinking that my feelings would be hurt. Devon (my baby) says to me "Grandma doesn't like the way you raised me!" Devon knows his momma and realized when there was nothing but silence from my end, that I was counting to ten before I spoke to him. He then said "ummm mom?" you there? I replied "yes baby I'm here, why don't you put your grandmammy on the phone?" Devon says "Mom, she just thinks I'm too mature for my age." I say "Understandable bay, put her on the phone!!" Devon quickly ended my call with "I love you Mom and I will talk to you later." My face was red and my hair was standing straight on my head, I was ready to jump through the phone, bypass Devon and kick some ass.
When my baby was born, I wanted him to have a much better life than I did, as all parents do. I didn't sugar coat shit for him and I told him what the deal was at a young age. If he asked, I used discernment and I told..straight talk. He is respectable of other people and is liked by many. His godmom used to worry that I put so much knowledge into his head that it would explode, well he survived. He also had to take on the role as the "man of the house" while I was working for the Corporate Devil and made sure the house was still standing when I returned home from work. I had to put him in this position at the young age of 9 unwillingly. Why? Because as a single-mom, we do a lot of shit that we don't want to do but have to do to keep things going. Now what pissed me off the most was that not at one time in Devon's life did his paternal side offer or accept the responsibility of helping out whether it was with time spent, holiday vacations, or even from the financial standpoint. My thought was.....we live in the "big city" with "big bad wolves" and such. Not the country easy life as his paternal folks do. I did the best I knew and I have no regrets. I'm proud of Devon and I have no regrets.
If by chance someone points their fingers at you, just remember this statement from My Granny.."When someone points their finger at you, pay attention to where their thumb is...it's pointing back at them!"
PSSST...
I can't stand the motha fucka that is always pointing their finger at what you have or have not done. For instance, no wait....this is the shit that pissed me the fuck off today. My son is visiting family on his paternal side (his daddy's side) and without thinking that my feelings would be hurt. Devon (my baby) says to me "Grandma doesn't like the way you raised me!" Devon knows his momma and realized when there was nothing but silence from my end, that I was counting to ten before I spoke to him. He then said "ummm mom?" you there? I replied "yes baby I'm here, why don't you put your grandmammy on the phone?" Devon says "Mom, she just thinks I'm too mature for my age." I say "Understandable bay, put her on the phone!!" Devon quickly ended my call with "I love you Mom and I will talk to you later." My face was red and my hair was standing straight on my head, I was ready to jump through the phone, bypass Devon and kick some ass.
When my baby was born, I wanted him to have a much better life than I did, as all parents do. I didn't sugar coat shit for him and I told him what the deal was at a young age. If he asked, I used discernment and I told..straight talk. He is respectable of other people and is liked by many. His godmom used to worry that I put so much knowledge into his head that it would explode, well he survived. He also had to take on the role as the "man of the house" while I was working for the Corporate Devil and made sure the house was still standing when I returned home from work. I had to put him in this position at the young age of 9 unwillingly. Why? Because as a single-mom, we do a lot of shit that we don't want to do but have to do to keep things going. Now what pissed me off the most was that not at one time in Devon's life did his paternal side offer or accept the responsibility of helping out whether it was with time spent, holiday vacations, or even from the financial standpoint. My thought was.....we live in the "big city" with "big bad wolves" and such. Not the country easy life as his paternal folks do. I did the best I knew and I have no regrets. I'm proud of Devon and I have no regrets.
If by chance someone points their fingers at you, just remember this statement from My Granny.."When someone points their finger at you, pay attention to where their thumb is...it's pointing back at them!"
PSSST...
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
A Vegas Revelation
I sent my closest friends a picture of myself during my Vegas trip. Both of them confirmed that I looked happy and had adapted the "hi-pro glow." We have previously discussed and understood "Fillers" and while in Vegas spending one on one time with Roger, several things were revealed to me that falls right along the lines of the previous posting of "Fillers"
Roger has a very wide dick, therefore it was no surprise that after our lovemaking my pussy was sore. It had been several months since I was intimate with anyone and I wanted it to be that way. I didnt want anyone but Roger to stimulate my pussy. I know I didn't share this with you in previous postings, but it's important for you to know that my baby is recovering from a serious biking accident. He has graduated from not being able to walk...to a wheelchair....to a crutch....to a cane. I am so grateful and blessed that he is still with us. (N.H., I love you girl!! stay strong!!!) With that being said, my intention was not to have his dick explore my pussy in any form, I honestly would have been happy with touching, conversation and sucking. Roger is as freaky as I am and he had another agenda. Hell, it had been close to 14 years since we saw each other naked.
There is nothing on earth that can come close to being completely comfortable with an individual. You can scratch your ass, take a dump, fart out loud without holding it in and hurting the shit out of yourself and know it's ok.
I explained on yesterday how I was partially awake/asleep when Roger was ready for some coochy, but I didn't go into much detail as I normally would, you should know me better than that by now....so here it goes. The entrance itself could have made me cum. My legs were straddled around his waist and as I began to squeeze my hips together, I could feel the onset of my ecstasy. The placement and weight of his body also stimulated me and I began moaning and grabbing the sheets that were close by. Eventually, my left leg gravitated into a position that was behind my head and I could feel my feet make love with the headboard. My right leg was still straddled around Roger as we both enjoyed our deep thrusts, moans, pulls, eye contact and passionate kisses. Now here is where the revelation for me began. I didn't have to analyze this at all primarily because it was right there in my face! It's apparent that I'm not a virgin and if you are, you won't be after reading a few more of my blogs. Throughout my past relationships whether it was casual, committed or even an engagement here and there, there is one thing I never allowed. Yes, I had restrictions in the bedroom (don't judge me)and I'm ready to share them with you:
Kisses: Don't fucking kiss me when we are fucking! When I kiss an individual passionately, that serves as a gateway to my soul. Meaning you have 100% of me. I had no desire or will to give 100% to anyone until last Monday evening. To any and all of my ex's reading this..don't act surprised about it. I'm more than certain we had the kissing conversation.
Sleep Position: My back is turned to you!!! We've fucked, now I've closed you off until next time. Hmmmm, very interesting! I guess it's fair to say that my needs have been met. I didn't turn my back to Roger and I woke up with crud in my eyes and who knows what else was parked on my face looking at Roger.
Am I afraid? Am I cautious? Yes is the answer to both of those questions. However, I've never given up on the love "drug" and it's so wonderful to have the FulFILLment as opposed to the "FILLERS."
PSSST...
Roger has a very wide dick, therefore it was no surprise that after our lovemaking my pussy was sore. It had been several months since I was intimate with anyone and I wanted it to be that way. I didnt want anyone but Roger to stimulate my pussy. I know I didn't share this with you in previous postings, but it's important for you to know that my baby is recovering from a serious biking accident. He has graduated from not being able to walk...to a wheelchair....to a crutch....to a cane. I am so grateful and blessed that he is still with us. (N.H., I love you girl!! stay strong!!!) With that being said, my intention was not to have his dick explore my pussy in any form, I honestly would have been happy with touching, conversation and sucking. Roger is as freaky as I am and he had another agenda. Hell, it had been close to 14 years since we saw each other naked.
There is nothing on earth that can come close to being completely comfortable with an individual. You can scratch your ass, take a dump, fart out loud without holding it in and hurting the shit out of yourself and know it's ok.
I explained on yesterday how I was partially awake/asleep when Roger was ready for some coochy, but I didn't go into much detail as I normally would, you should know me better than that by now....so here it goes. The entrance itself could have made me cum. My legs were straddled around his waist and as I began to squeeze my hips together, I could feel the onset of my ecstasy. The placement and weight of his body also stimulated me and I began moaning and grabbing the sheets that were close by. Eventually, my left leg gravitated into a position that was behind my head and I could feel my feet make love with the headboard. My right leg was still straddled around Roger as we both enjoyed our deep thrusts, moans, pulls, eye contact and passionate kisses. Now here is where the revelation for me began. I didn't have to analyze this at all primarily because it was right there in my face! It's apparent that I'm not a virgin and if you are, you won't be after reading a few more of my blogs. Throughout my past relationships whether it was casual, committed or even an engagement here and there, there is one thing I never allowed. Yes, I had restrictions in the bedroom (don't judge me)and I'm ready to share them with you:
Kisses: Don't fucking kiss me when we are fucking! When I kiss an individual passionately, that serves as a gateway to my soul. Meaning you have 100% of me. I had no desire or will to give 100% to anyone until last Monday evening. To any and all of my ex's reading this..don't act surprised about it. I'm more than certain we had the kissing conversation.
Sleep Position: My back is turned to you!!! We've fucked, now I've closed you off until next time. Hmmmm, very interesting! I guess it's fair to say that my needs have been met. I didn't turn my back to Roger and I woke up with crud in my eyes and who knows what else was parked on my face looking at Roger.
Am I afraid? Am I cautious? Yes is the answer to both of those questions. However, I've never given up on the love "drug" and it's so wonderful to have the FulFILLment as opposed to the "FILLERS."
PSSST...
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