Cogito Ergo

So I have this friend that proceeded to tell me that a black woman out with a white guy was evidence of the brainwashing done by America and proof of the pending downfall of the black race. Mind you, this same friend had tried to talk to a white woman driving by us not 5 minutes before hand.   He also tried to talk to a white woman at the grocery store and also proceeded to tell me that a white woman on PBS had “A perfect booty”. Now, I know that life is full of contradictions but if you are going to see some harm in interracial dating, you should probably be able to see the same harm in interracial casual sex.   Casual sex and dating might not be the same thing, but they are extremely close. The real reason that the incidents of that day bother me is that I’m sure that the black woman and the white man heard my friend talking about them.   I wanted to tell them that they were OK.   I wanted to tell them that we are all free to enjoy our lives with whoever we want but instead,

People that know me know that I have a deep love for music.   Not just hip-hop but all sorts of stuff.   I have albums that fit different moods.   With that in mind, I’m going to give you a list of my favorite albums to get in on to.   Well, I don’t really get it on that much.   Take it as some of the albums I would like to get it on to.   Enjoy: Missy’s “Supa Dupa Fly”:   Songs like ‘Sock it to me’ and ‘Beep me 911’ are deceptively sexual and Timbarland’s beats make this an album that anyone can keep the rhythm to; standing or otherwise. Timbaland and Magoo’s “Welcome to Our World”:   If you like rhythms, you gotta get it on this one.   Yes, the first few songs are pretty hard to get in to but after ‘Up Jumps the Boogie’ this is all belly rubbing music.   ‘Joy’ and ‘Man Undercover’ are definite.   ‘Luv 2 Luv U’ and the remix would be 10 minutes of heaven if you’re pressed for time.   The remix (which plays first) and the original would be excellent if you’re late for work, or in

I did a crazy thought experiment in my journal last year.  I made an attempt to list all the friends that I ever had from as far back as I could remember.  There wasn't anything too surprising.  Most of the people weren't even Black males even though they were the biggest block on the list. There were a number of hot Black women on there.  Most of them were girls that I had a thing for but never had the balls to pull the trigger on.  There were also a number of White women on there I just remember hanging out with at random times.  I wasn't even trying to sleep with most of them.  There are a number of white guys and most of them have some story of debauchery that will forever ingrain them in my memory.  Those are my peoples though. The experiment helped me remember some of my best of friends.  One of the funny things about that is some of these people I really had some bad times with.  You know that you have great friend when you can remember a distinct moment when you

Open letter to Ann Romney First of all, let me congratulate you on somehow passing off a criticism of you as a criticism of all mothers.   That shit was genius.   You pulled it off but sadly, it was complete bullshit. Yes, you did have five children, which is respectable, but if you think your plight as a muti-millionaire mom is somehow comparable to a woman working at WalMart or waiting tables you are as out of touch with reality as your husband.   Something tells me you may have had a little more help in the child rearing than your average mom. Let’s face facts.   Rich white women aren’t usually the most industrious people in America.   The good moms of the world help shape tomorrow’s leaders.   Your husband’s money will be the leading influence in the direction of your children, not your values or the values you instilled in them.   That’s not your fault but it is what it is.   Your husband’s money is the reason why you could afford to have five children and not enter the wor

I have had a few relationships in my short time on this Earth.  I only really messed up one.  Okay, I sort of messed up another one but not really.  I just failed to save it because I was lazy.  Still not really my fault. The one I did mess up, It didn't go south because I was cheating or slapping her around or anything.  I just wasn't a very supportive boyfriend.  I was some of the time, she was just going through some rough stuff and ya boy just wasn't in the mood to be a shoulder to cry on.  Looking back, that was a jack ass kind of a way to act.  My bad.  At least I can say I learned from it.  The ex doesn't even beef with me, which is always good. I don't have beef with any of my exes and one of their asses was CRAZY.  I mean, she tried to hit a girl with a plate kind of crazy.  And that was after she constantly cheated on me.  Like every weekend she would apparently get drunk with some Kappas and suck anything they put in front of her.  Thinking back, that

This is an excerpt from my journal, July 27th, 2011  Antigua, Guatemala: Amy Whinehouse has been dead for 4 days and I just found out about it.  With all the bombardment of not quite news it would be nice to still be still plugged in to some sort of network. Anyways, I'd like to think my sudden stomach illness was due to a world with no more Whinehouse.  I wasn't really sick when I found out though, wasn't exactly surprised either. Amy was sad, a little crazy and rich... always a bad combination.  Surely, there will be plenty of "lost" music and there's always the old stuff but there won't be any new concerts, no antics, nobody getting punched in the face for fucking with the bee hive. Amy was a revolving news story.  She was always getting caught doing this or that but her music was so completely human and personal. With all the stories around about her, Amy was just plain Amy and it showed over her music.  She felt life very deeply.  You could

I had a strange thing happen to me Saturday night.  Within about 3 hours I got called an Uncle Tom and a racist.  While being called "Tom" was a joke, the charges of being a racist were not. Still, I can't dismiss the "Tom".  Several White people have told me that I am "not really Black".  I have also had people tell me what a great Black guy I am.  Now, first things first, I define what blackness is, it isn't the other way around.  I'm sure some Black people fall victim to believing that the images of ignorance in the media is how they are suppose to behave.  That sort of blackness is brought to you by people that want to profit from it.  You know, like masta' used to. White people see this stuff and think Black people are supposed to be ignorant and party all of the time.  You know, like masta' used to.  How exactly does a White person judge how Black someone is?  How the hell do Black people do it?  When you start associating bla

Every time there’s a Black woman in a movie, she either is a prostitute or a woman that doesn’t have a sexual relationship with anyone.  The story of Black women and sexuality is a complicated one.   African slaves were thought of a hyper sexual.   The men were supposedly overly sexual rapist.   The women were supposed to be sexual sirens that no man could resist.   Both of such tales are complete bull shit. It would be nice to say that we, as a society have moved past such dated beliefs.  But look at the representations of Black women in the media.  We have the half dressed video vixens and a bunch of mammy figures.  Then we have the Tyler Perry shows that show a little of both stereotypes. So many of the Black mother figures on TV these days are overweight, jovial and anything but sexy.  Every woman that doesn't have children on TV is a one dimensional sex objects.  There's no actual portrayal of Black sexuality. The problem is that the entertainment industry is extre