No Touchin’
It ain’t no touchin’
If I cannot touch on you

I think I’ve lost my libido yall. My zest for all things carnal has dwindled.

Lately the thought of someone touching me in a special way makes me wanna scrape my skin off. Ok, maybe that was a lil harsh, but it really does nothing for me.

Then something happened that REALLY freaked me out. I had a dream that I was tryna have sex with Lurch. You know, from The Addams Family.

 

My thoughts exactly.

My only guess is that my affinity for tall men took over momentarily and…………oh hell, I don’t know.

 

Wonder what’s goin on.

 

I guess its like I said on Vivrant’s post. Sex has never been a big deal or a must-have for me. Its quite a relief to spend time with someone or talk to someone without the end goal being my pannies hangin’ from the light switch.

 
However, I still can’t shake the visual of me hoppin’ in Lurch’s lap tryna hug up on him. Hmmm, maybe that’s what I need. A good hugging; or some playful dry-humping. Haven’t done THAT in awhile.

 

This is probably the result of my involuntary celibacy. I’ve gotten used to the idea (and the reality) of not having sex, which then makes it that much harder to break the seal (so to speak).

 
Really, I think its because I’m no longer in the presence of someone I find sexually attractive or who finds me sexually attractive. I’m sure that all I need is a lil inspiration and motivation.

 
Damn, when’s the last time I’ve been sexually motivated??? I mean, CHEERED ON, (encouraged even), to release my inner tigress from her woods. And not just verbally, or selfishly; but something about his strong desire to see ME nekkid and hollerin’, made me feel it necessary to oblige and pounce accordingly.

Him tellin me he’s gonna give me what I neeeeeeeeeeed, and then he actually DID!

 
Hmph. Haven’t experienced THAT in awhile.

 

Damn, this turned into some ol’ other type of post.

oops

Guess I haven’t lost it all.

YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!

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Lesbianism REALLY ain’t for me.

Wassup yall.

I spent the holiday at my cousin’s house. Over the years, I rarely got to see my cousin (and that whole side of the family) because they all live on the East Coast, and I’ve been on the West. But now that I’m in NY, I have an opportunity to spend more time with them. So Thanksgiving was my first time seeing them in a LONG time.

My cousin recently married 6 years ago. That was about the last time I saw them.

Actually, I saw them briefly about 4 years ago when we stopped through on a road trip, but none of us really remember that visit.

 
Anyways……this weekend, like I said, I got to spend some significant time with my cousin, his wife, her family, and my other cousins. And that leads me to this thought here:

 

YO, I COULDN’T HAVE A WIFE!

Now, his wife was very nice and accommodating to me and all of her guests. She made sure we were comfortable, fed, and entertained the whole time. But my cousin??? He couldn’t get a break the WHOLE weekend.

Mind you, I hadn’t seen my cousin in FOREVER. I know I’ve said this a million times, but dammit its true. So he wanted to spend a lot of time with me talking, catching up, talking about the history of our families (he started a genealogy project that we both are really into), he was showing me the view of their city, telling me about their house, asking me about NY and my mom and grandparents…………

…………you know, just filling each other in on the last X years that we’ve missed out on. Plus, I’m an adult now, and we can vibe with each other on a different level. I’m not his little kid cousin anymore, so now we can talk for real, for real.

 

Lord, we couldn’t really get too many words in without her calling for him to come set the table, come pour the juice, come make the bed, come get the paper, come answer the door, come eat, leave B alone so she can unpack, stop boring her with your stories…………
 
…………and when he DID go to do something, she had to control the way he did it. Use this glass, use that container, use these dishes, get those towels…………

 

I WANTED TO STRANGLE THAT WOMAN!!!

She was gettin on MY nerves, and she ain’t ask me to do shit. I suppose she wasn tryna be a gracious host, and make sure my cousin was doin’ the same. But hell, we’re all family!! We know where to go when we’re hungry or cold.

 

We were upstairs once, and she was calling to him, literally and figuratively as she would page him on their phone intercom if he wasn’t responding fast enough. After the 3rd or 4th time she called, he was like, “Damn, can I get a minute to myself???”
 
I just looked at him and said……“Man I’m glad I don’t have a wife.”
 
And off he went, running down the stairs.

 

Now, don’t get it twisted. By no means is my cousin whipped. He’ll buck against her if she’s doin too much (which to me is ALL THE TIME). But I’m sure he didn’t wanna cause any extra drama with it being the holidays, and with the family around. He loves his wife, and she loves him just as much. They’re actually a great couple, they get along well, and make a wonderful home for themselves.

 

But I sure as hell couldn’t do it.

She’d drive me mad!

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Wanna take my time
And get to know me

Everytime I watch Keyshia Cole’s show,
I end up in tears.

Lord have mercy.

 
I’m currently in a state of isolation, which is bittersweet. At times I find myself thinking about reaching out to the people I met here, but then I also enjoy spending time with myself and getting back in touch with me.

 
But today is one of those days I wish someone would call me up, and take me out.

 

 

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Talk to me
Tell me what’s on your mind
Talk to me
What are you feeling inside

I hear it (and say it) all the time……communication is key in any relationship or situation. What happens when the communication is there at first, but fades to black as you go along? Is there any way to jumpstart it?

 
What can you do when you wanna talk, but there’s nothing else to say?

 

Sometimes its what you don’t say that counts. They say non-verbal communication is just as important (if not MORE important) than verbal communication. Matter of fact, I think the majority of communication is non-verbal (isn’t there some statistic out there, like 80% of communication is non-verbal).

 
So basically, actions really do speak louder than words. With that being the case, I guess there’s no need to jumpstart the verbal communication if the non-verbal is shouting at you.

ssh.

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*2nd post of the day - look out below*
 

I remember what I wanted to blog about. She may or may not read this, but I hope she doesn’t mind me sharing.

This weekend, a girlfriend of mine called me. We don’t talk on the phone too often (we usually IM), so when I saw her name pop up on the caller ID (and with this week I’ve had with “friends”) I was excited to answer.

She proceeds to tell me that she went on a road trip to attend a business conference for an organization we both are apart of. When she got ready to leave and head back home, she realized that she had a flat tire. She asked the guys who attended the conference with her if they could help her out, and do you know that they said NO. Not just NO, but somethin’ along the lines of, “Now that I got this degree and what not, I’m no longer obligated to perform manual/physical labor.”

 
Excuse you?

 
YYYYAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!

 
I damn near hit the roof. And do you know these suckas didn’t even wait with her while she called for help to make sure that 1) the help showed up, and 2) the help didn’t kill her in the process. I doubt they even followed up to see if she made it home alright. So she calls me while she’s stranded in Philadelphia, miles away from her home in Virginia, just to let me know what was going on.

 
CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS???

 
I told myself not to get too riled up about it because, those guys will get it back. They’ll be stuck, in need of some help, and someone will stare them in their faces and say a big phat NO!, and keep it moving. I just pray that they make it out safely, like my girlfriend did.

 

This just takes me back to the thought, MEN……FOR WHAT?

 
I know, I know. “Not all men are this way.” I remember when I had a flat tire, and a friend’s beau willingly helped me out. I ain’t saying he was excited to do it, but he didn’t just leave me hanging. But hell, he had some other behavioral problems that landed him on the WACK list, so……back to my original thought……

 
Most days Some days I get to wondering, what can a man do for me that I can’t do for myself? I’m starting to think its less and less. Actually, I’ve having trouble coming up with one thing. You can’t even rely on guy “friends/acquaintances” (these weren’t strangers) to help you when you are in a vulnerable and threatening position??? Oooo, it makes me wanna slap someone AND their momma.

 
Blatant generalization from a severely, opinionated woman.

Yup. and?

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