Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back! I hope everyone had an awesome week and is ready to start this new week off with a POW! Peep the title of this blog post. “All These Flavors … And You Choose Salty”. What exactly does that mean? Exactly what it says! No metaphors, no hidden messages, straight like that with no chaser!
I’ve touched on the topic of females knowingly being side chicks and being alright with holding that title. Me personally, I think it’s dumb and pathetic to demean yourself like that, but I’ve come to realize after lots of observation that too many of these chicks flat out don’t give a fuck. They do it purposely as though they have something to prove. They have to show that they are better than the next chick. They have to win. They’ll go above and beyond the call of duty of a side chick thinking it will cause that man to pay more attention to her than the rest of the chicks he’s dealing with. She’ll dress a little sexier, wear her jeans a little tighter, her skirts become shorter, her cleavage becomes more exposed. She’ll begin to walk a certain way, talk a certain way, suck and fuck him like a porn star so she can win and be able to stick her tongue out at the other bitches on some nan nan na boo boo type shit. She’s completely transformed herself into a decepti-thot to suit his needs. She’s changed herself without even realizing it, thinking she’ll have one up on the other chicks. Honey, sweetheart, sugar foots, baby cakes… let me tell you something. Let me tell all of you side chicks something. All of that is for naught! You played yourself. Because after he has his way with you, guess who he’s ultimately going back to? His wife, wifey, the one who holds his heart. The one who can stimulate more than just his dick. The one who challenges him to be better and believes in his dreams. The one who is above the silly young girl bullshit and is more focused on building a life with him. She actually, is the one I feel sorry for, not you silly salty bitches. You can suck a nigga’s dick until his toes are throwing up gang signs, and after that 15 minutes of pleasure, you still hold the same spot you held before- his thing of the moment. So what did you really win? Who did you really beat? What’s up with your low self-esteem, now? Better yet, how does that salt taste?
I had to write this blog post because I see far too many women on social media who brag about fucking another woman’s man. Why settle for being a man’s one of many instead of finding a man who will treat you like you’re one in a million. That shit ain’t cute and is a sure fire way of getting your fronts knocked out. Rarely does a situation ever work in the side chicks favor where a man leaves his real woman for the bitch he’s fucking on the side. And in few situations where the man does end up with the side chick, it’s because his woman done gave him a taste of his own medicine and his fragile male ego couldn’t handle it. In that regard, you still didn’t win. You’re just the plan B, the consolation prize, The I can’t have what I want so I might as well get what I can take, girl. And if you’re happy with that scenario, you don’t need to build your self-esteem up, honey you need to just go drink a cup of womanhood and find some self-esteem. While you’re at it, remember this: the same way you got him will be the same way you lose him. Look at Kevin Hart. Went on and on about how that girl was his rib and he fucked around and treated her like a McRib sandwich off the fucking McDonald’s dollar menu. Chile please.
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Hey Guys! Thanks for stopping by my blog once again. A couple people have wondered if I would Blog more than just once a week. Honestly, the thought has crossed my mind but if y’all look back through my blog, y’all can see at times I barely blogged once a month, let alone once a week. I’m doing my best to be a better blogger but some days I struggle with just being a better human being lol. So, baby steps and all that shit.
Let’s get down to this week’s topic! Stand by your felon! I bet some of y’all were looking at this title like “Huh? What the hell is she talking about?” Ladies, how many of you have dated a man for however long and then he unfortunately went to jail? Brothers, how about you? Did you immediately ride that jail bid out with him/her on some ride or die shit or were there stipulations involved that helped you make a decision as to whether or not you ride that bid out with him/her? For instance, if it was only a few months, could you do it? Maybe a year or two? If it was a petty crime like selling drugs or something typical like that, would you be able to turn the other cheek and claim that he/she was still a good person regardless? What if the jail bid was ten years and you had only been with him/her for two years or less? Could you see yourself being so in love with this person that you would be willing to put the next ten years of your life on hold for a man/woman? What if they had (allegedly) murdered someone or they committed armed robbery or some shit like that? Could you say, “That’s okay. It’s me and bae against the world.”? Have you ever? Let me tell y’all now…
NO THE FUCK I WOULD NOT. And this is why.
I had a homie who shall remain nameless that I had become friends with out of nowhere. I always thought he was cute but never pursued him because he was involved at the time. A year or so after I met him, I learned he had similar thoughts about me except now the tables were turned where I was talking to someone and he was single. My little situationship didn’t workout. (I gave that little nigga a chance when I should have left his ass on the short yellow bus where he belonged, calling himself trying to play me. Bish!) So me and Mr. Anonymous began going out to movies and basketball games and car shows and even made plans to go to Vegas for a Mayweather’s fight. We weren’t in a relationship but we liked each other. Then this little “case” popped up. Throughout our friendship he spoke at length about people who had done him wrong, family, past girlfriends blah blah blah, and me being young and stupid (remember my other blog post) I wanted to show him that there are people out here who genuinely care about others outside of themselves. His biggest worry was that he would be locked away with no one in his corner. He was facing 3-5. I liked dude. I really did and stupid me told him I would wait for him. We ended up falling out of contact with one another because of some sheisty shit he did with a business arrangement we were starting. We got back in touch close to time for him to turn himself in and he was on that same time about not having anyone in his corner. So I said take my address and phone number. You call or write whenever you need to talk and I got you. He was my homie despite what he had done. (I used to be a very forgiving person) So we began writing each other and once or twice a week he would call. Some confessions were made in one of the letters he wrote to me. And here is when things went all the way left. I reciprocated only for this ass clown to tell me he had a girlfriend. Bruh! What in three fucking hells? What are you writing me for and rapping about not having anybody and you got a whole chick!? So he lied for what exactly? Needless to say that friendship went south, not because he had a girlfriend the whole time but because he lied claiming he had no one in his corner when all that time he had a chick. So what the fuck did you need me for? To be the fall back girl in case the shit went south. Tuh, I’m nobody’s plan B. They’re married now to my understanding and I wish them all the best. That’s just my personal experience that brings me to my decision of not riding out a bid with a nigga in jail. Remember the book Flyy Girl by Omar Tyree and how Tracy was in love with the nigga Victor who took her virginity when she was thirteen? That nigga ended up going to jail and wrote to her talking about how much he cared about her and blah blah blah asking her to wait for him and shit. She did and guess what that nigga did when he got out? Married him a Muslim chick and left Tracy’s gullible ass high and dry. That’s reason number two. Now for my final nail in that coffin. I have seen too many a nigga who will have chick that stands by their repeat offender ass for years on top of years, only for the nigga to be fucking everything that will spread their legs for him behind that loyal, ride or die woman once he gains his freedom. Chicks put their lives on hold being faithful, doing the matrix past the dick, shuck and jive past the dick, duck and dodging the dick, curbing the shit out the dick, remaining loyal to their felons only for them to cheat with some raggamuffin ass bitches, pissing and shitting all over her loyalty. I CAN NOT! Stand by your felon? Shiiiiid. Life goes on baby. Some of y’all may disagree but the fact remains that if you did not put yourself in the situation that could cause you to be a modern day slave (prisoner) on the modern day plantation (penitentiary) there would be no need to have a woman put her life on hold standing by your ungrateful ass, only to be fucked over in the end.
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Hey readers!! Thanks for stopping by my blog! As y’all can see from the title, I’m about to get into it again. I caught some heat from my last blog post, but hey, a hit dog will holler, right? The only reason folks would have been offended is if I was describing some of the fuck ass niggatry they are engaging in. So don’t get mad at me for speaking on the shit. If the shoe fits, make like DJ Unk and walk it out… right out of my blog. Side note: Word press, I’ma need y’all to allow folks to put emojis in our blog posts, please and thank you. Now let me get down to the meat and potatoes of this blog post. Keep in mind, I wouldn’t be able to speak on half of this shit if some of these niggas kept their fuck shit at a minimum.
Because we live in such a misogynistic society with men who come up with some of the most idiotic idealisms ever put out, women are constantly either jumping from one foot to another, or leaping through hoops doing what society has made us to believe we should be doing, and behaving how society has deemed we should be behaving in order for us to “get” and “keep” a man. Ever notice how you rarely hear men trying to teach other men how to get, treat, protect, respect and KEEP their women? Tell me why is it acceptable for men to discredit a woman if she has a child out of wedlock, children by more than one man, and is not all the way on her game (yet), but women are supposed to excuse the fact that a nigga might have five kids by four women, have bad credit, a criminal record as long as my arm, without a clue as to what the fuck he’s doing with his life while either trying to develop the next get rich quick scheme, or making mcminimum. What type of shit is that? I have mixed feelings about this idea being passed around on a meme that a woman should be willing to accept a man in a fucked up situation with nothing to offer, or she isn’t a real woman. And I think that’s what leads into chicks feeling like they need to cape for a nigga.
It’s one thing to be with a man who was on his A game, but due to unfortunate circumstances, he may have fell off. As his woman, of course you are supposed to have his back and help him get his shit together. But if you come across a man who is in a fucked up situation simply because he didn’t plan and execute, and he has more excuses for why he can’t than he has solutions for how he can, or he’s always blaming everyone else for why he isn’t where he needs to be or doing what he needs to be doing, you shouldn’t even be considering him as an option. And to be quite honest, if a nigga doesn’t have his shit together, the last thing he should be thinking about is hooking up with a woman in any way, shape, or form.
Because women are naturally nurturers, it’s like a second nature for us to want to be that rock. It’s natural for us to want to save a man who we’ve been (falsely) led to believe life has dealt him a fucked up hand. We want to show him how beautiful life can be. Mannnn fuck all of that. Stop caping for these niggas. Get out of the Build a Nigga business because 90% of the time after you groom this man, raise him up to greatness and help him achieve goals and realize dreams that he thought were beyond his reach, he takes that greatness some where else and a bitch that never would have looked at him twice when he was broke as hell with nothing to offer but excuses and broken promises, gets to reap the benefits of your hard work. Stop caping for these niggas that didn’t have anything when you found him wherever the hell you found him. It’s not our job because being a woman (especially a Black woman) is a hard enough job as it is. Get you a man who is your equal. Get you a man who already matches your hustle, or exceeds your hustle. Get you a man who compliments your greatness and the two of you can expand on that greatness together. Don’t fuck around and get you Benny from the block that doesn’t have a pot to piss in and a window to throw it out of thinking you’ll mold him into Prince Charming because he got “hood swag”. That shit doesn’t come with a 401K, mutual fund investments, stocks, life insurance or any real security. You’ll fuck around and wake up ten years later wishing you could travel back in time like Blake Griffin in those Kia Optima commercials so you can warn your younger self to run and never look back. Real shit. Don’t ever feel like you have to settle for a man because you think he MIGHT have potential. It’s a recipe for disaster.
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Soooo let me start this off simply by saying I have filtered myself since I started this self-publishing journey simply because I didn’t want to offend anyone. But that kept me from being me. So with that being said… fuck that. Mask off, people. Mask fucking off.
Man, that felt good. Like coming home after a long day at work, taking off your high heels, unsnapping your bra and letting your titties breathe kind of feeling. Like, I just exhaled like my queens from the movie. I completely understand what Tupac meant when he said you get writer’s block when you start trying to watch what you say to appease a muthafucka. Like nah, I can’t say this, nah I can’t say that. Fuck that. Censoring myself fucks up my creativity and I’m not doing it anymore. I had a saying whenever my mom would question me about what I would wear when I would run to the corner store or sit on the porch. “If muthafuckas don’t like how I look then don’t look at me.” Now of course I didn’t say muthafuckas to Betty Bunns because she would’ve knocked me smooth the fuck out. But that’s how it sounded in my head when I thought it as I censored myself for the sake of keeping my jaw in place. That’s how I feel about my blog going forward. If muthafuckas don’t like what they read, click off my shit and read a more sweet and tamed blog.
Let’s hit this discussion, shall we.
Let’s talk about these trifling ass niggas. We got some trifling ass niggas out here in these streets. It ain’t just niggas in Philly, the niggatry reaches far beyond the tri-state area. These fuck niggas are every where. I’m talking about lying, cheating, sneaky, conniving ass niggas that have zero fucks to give about the shit they’re doing. Before y’all ask the question like damn sis who hurt you, let me just say recently, no one because I shut shit down as soon as the fuckery begins. I just watch how niggas move and listen to the way they talk and the shit is sickening. Niggas out here fake conscious on social media like they’re so enlightened and so “woke” when the fact of the matter is they about as sleep as the fucking dead. They out here spitting this black power, higher conscious shit to chicks who aren’t well versed in the shit so it’s like back in the Shakespearean days when those muthafuckas would read a bitch a sonnet and she’d get all starry eyed and shit. That’s how these chicks get. They wear this crazy mask pretending to be everything the chick wants and then once they get in good, be it to get the pussy, or their homeless ass needs a place to stay or a bitch to be their cash cow, they change back to the trifling nigga doing the trifling niggatry, having the chick looking like who the fuck is this imposter. But sis, this the crazy shit. This isn’t the imposter. This is the real nigga. The muthafucka that finessed his way into your life and got you stuck on that academy award winning acting job is the damn imposter. Then because a chick is caught the fuck up, she wastes even more time trying to fix what she thinks is broken when really it’s all been a lie. She figures she can change this monster back into what she fell in love with, but ultimately she begins to change herself. And when the game is over, cause that’s all the fuck it was anyway, sis you lost. You lost the man (which wasn’t much of a loss but because you so caught up, you can’t see that loss as being a blessing) and ultimately you lose yourself, too and it’s hard as fuck to get back to who you were, especially if you blame yourself.
These niggas out here with whole relationships with one bitch and finessing other bitches, having the side bitch thinking she got a man because instead of just leaving it as a fuck, they boo loving, snuggling and cuddling making the bitch think she special. And you wonder why these broads be fucking y’all up. Stop playing with these bitches emotions and either keep it all the way from the giddy up, or don’t touch them at all. That doesn’t just go for the niggas in relationships
that have their little side action, this goes for the niggas that fraud like they want more than what they really want when they know muthafucking well they have no intentions of doing 5% of what they promised to these chicks. Then what fucks me up is God forbid the chick they’re cheating on is out making what’s good for the goose good for the gander a real consequence of his fuck shit, letting another nigga scratch her itches, the nigga wanna be all in his feelings talking about these hoes ain’t loyal. Muthafucka have several seats. I’ma be salty as hell if my emojis don’t show up in this blog post lol. But enough about these trifling niggas, cause what they don’t realize is Karma doesn’t lose an address. Even when you move, that bitch will find you and make what goes around come right the fuck back around. Tuh! (Flips weave)
Now, Let’s move on to these bum-ass scandalous bitches.
I’m talking about these bitches that run around purposely fucking with a nigga knowing he got a wife or a girlfriend at home. I’m talking about these thirsty-ass, weave recycling, decepti-thots that will see a nigga with his chick or a chick he’s fucking with and will purposely wait until that female ain’t around so she can hop up in his face before she let her head fall in his lap and hop up on his dick. You bitches are a problem. And the only thing worse than you hoes are the bitches who got their own nigga at home and will lie saying she hanging with her besties, meanwhile she using his car to go creep with a whole ‘nother nigga. Let’s talk about these bum-ass bitches who leave their kids with grandma, auntie or little cousin Nikki so they can creep with some dick that won’t even pick them up let alone get them an Uber or Lyft to get back home. You bitches can’t even get a shower afterwards let alone a wash cloth to wipe off before you get sent back where you came from, smelling like ball snot with dick on your breath. Bitches don’t even wash their mouth out before kissing their damn kids.
Niggas can only do the trifling shit they’re doing because too many bitches are willing to let them. This excludes the unsuspecting women who don’t know about the wife at home. I don’t fault you if you didn’t know. But the thirst-bots that know and get down with the fuckery anyway, you deserve every ounce of payback that comes your way.
So why are chicks willingly being side jawns? And why are there niggas out here who feel like they have to fuck multiple chicks at once? I honestly believe chicks have Daddy issues and chase after what they never got from their fathers in other men. I also think it’s a self esteem issue as well. You don’t love or respect yourself. You have a false idea that being a bad bitch, down ass bitch, consists of this type of reckless behavior because the right people didn’t show you better and the ones who tried, you didn’t listen because you didn’t see the immediate rewards of being a thorough woman who has her shit together versus being a bad bitch turning up. As for the niggas who have to buss down a different chick damn near every day, I think they second guess their masculinity. I think they are unsure of their manhood and not necessarily in a gay manner. They have no control over other aspects in their lives. They’re not where they want to be career wise and financially and feel like they have no control or power over those areas. Fucking multiple woman makes them feel like they have some sort of control over something and gives them a false sense of power, a false sense of masculinity and a false sense of manhood. It also tracks back to Daddy issues as well as Mommy issues. Lack of paternal guidance and maternal love can leave a male and female child missing basic necessities that can either shape them into being an honorable man or woman, or an ain’t shit, trifling ass, bum ass nigga/bitch.
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Hello guys! I know it has been a long time since I’ve updated this blog and for that I am extremely sorry! I have been a very busy little bee and I have also been sick! Over the summer, I thought I had pneumonia. I was wheezing, I had shortness of breath and I was coughing up some disgusting phlegm. Ugh, I was so scared! But the people at Chestnut Hill Hospital took such good care of me and it turned out not to be pneumonia, but instead an acute case of bronchitis. Listen y’all, they had me in there looking like Bane from the Batman movie with that damn oxygen mask on. Then they put me on this albuterol inhaler. No lie when I say that thing worked out like gang busters lol. After that, I cut my hair. Ugh, I’ll have to do a separate blog post about my disastrous experience at Foxxy Diva’s hair salon located on Germantown avenue off of Chelten Avenue. But, I also have been getting a lot of writing done and just finished my first book of short horror stories! Woo hoo! I am so excited! I always said that I didn’t want to just be stuck in Urban Fiction, that I wanted to branch out to other genres. I’ve done erotica, crime fiction and psychological thriller, and I’ve had so much fun with those titles. Now I want to see how readers feel about me throwing my hat in the ring of HORROR! (villainous scary laugh here) So this is what I’m doing…
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I missed the BET Awards last night. Honestly, I never really watch them. Who needs to when Black Twitter and many other social media outlets are going to report the good the bad and the ugly and man it was plenty of it last night.
For the last few years I’ve always heard and seen people say on Facebook and Twitter, “Where the hell is Beyonce?” and “I guess Beyonce too good for the Ratchet Awards”. So imagine my shock last night when I heard my neighbors hype because the Queen herself was opening the BET Awards with a bomb-ass performance with Kendrick Lamar. I tuned in for all of about two minutes and went back to what I was doing. I’m sure it was a dope performance but I already knew what was going to happen next. Mother Tina was going to pass her a towel, tell her to dry off on their way to the Bentley and they were going to get the hell out of dodge. So when her award was accepted on someone else behalf… (LOL) I did check out her performance in its entirety because you know folks don’t waste anytime uploading to YouTube and I enjoyed it just as much as I enjoyed when she performed the song in Philly earlier this month. But like in her song lyrics “Middle fingers up… Tell ‘em Boy Bye”. Yup, that’s pretty much what she did last night. LOL!
That wasn’t the good. The good came later. In fact GREATNESS came later. But what the hell was up with Desiigner last night? Peep the look on Fab’s face. LMAO He was looking like, these new fuck boy rappers about to catch these old skool hands. It was not that deep for Desiigner to be all ugly-jo with it. So that was the bad. And then it was the Prince Tribute from what I hear it happened periodically throughout the awards show. I was looking forward to it until I found out Jennifer Hudson was doing Purple Rain. Nope, sorry. I saw a video of her and the cast of the Broadway Play The Color Purple and I was not impressed with her part of the performance. Now the young lady that started it off brought tears to my eyes. But Jennifer Hudson screams too damn much. Her voice is already powerful. There’s no need to scream. And then what pissed me off with the performance she did back in April was she had a 3 x 5 card with the lyrics on it and STILL got the words wrong! Like got-damn it! You had one job! And who the hell is 30+ years old and don’t know the words to Purple Rain?? UGH! So no, I didn’t want to see Ms Hudson screaming all over the damn stage. I peeked in… and popped right the hell back out. Judging by Black Twitter, the tribute was not at all appealing outside of Bilal so I know Prince was more than likely looking down like… But don’t worry, it got better later on. Calm down Prince. I feel your pain. I get pissed when somebody flubbs on one of my poems or reads a part of my book out loud and don’t read it with the umph I wrote it in. But don’t worry, baby. Sheila E. finna come through for you. Keep Calm.
Then we had my man Jesse Williams. Fine, sexy, eyes make you want to drop down and be like the chick from Coming to America “Whatever you like”. A lot of people don’t know but Jesse Williams has been active in the struggle for equal and human rights for Blacks for a long time. Long before he was Dr. Jackson Avery on Grey’s Anatomy. Last night, he was awarded the Humanitarian Award and I can’t think of anyone else in the industry that is more deserving of it. He isn’t just on social media taking shots at the injustices that occur or the powers that be who allow these things to constantly go on. He is on the front lines in Ferguson, Baltimore, California, Flint Michigan. He is putting in work! He talks the talk and walks the damn walk! His speech last night gave… me… LIFE!!!! I was going to post the video of his speech but it seems that Viacom are being dicks and blocking claiming it’s copyright infringement yet I’m still seeing videos of Beyonce and Kendrick performing as well as Sheila E. on Youtube. Stop trying to silence this man. You really don’t want to be on the wrong side of this battle. So since I can’t post the video, let me put a few key quotes from his speech and then I will post the link to where you can read exactly what he said. Not as moving as seeing and hearing him say it, but just as good because his words are not being outdone by the loud applause and praises he received.
Now, what we’ve been doing is looking at the data and we know that police somehow manage to deescalate, disarm and not kill white people everyday. So what’s going to happen is we are going to have equal rights and justice in our own country or we will restructure their function and ours.
He also said-
Now… I got more y’all – yesterday would have been young Tamir Rice’s 14th birthday so I don’t want to hear anymore about how far we’ve come when paid public servants can pull a drive-by on 12 year old playing alone in the park in broad daylight, killing him on television and then going home to make a sandwich. Tell Rekia Boyd how it’s so much better than it is to live in 2012 than it is to live in 1612 or 1712. Tell that toEric Garner. Tell that to Sandra Bland. Tell that to Dorian Hunt.
Wooo and it really got hot when he said-
Now the thing is, though, all of us in here getting money – that alone isn’t gonna stop this. Alright, now dedicating our lives, dedicating our lives to getting money just to give it right back for someone’s brand on our body when we spent centuries praying with brands on our bodies, and now we pray to get paid for brands on our bodies.
There has been no war that we have not fought and died on the front lines of. There has been no job we haven’t done. There is no tax they haven’t leveed against us – and we’ve paid all of them. But freedom is somehow always conditional here. “You’re free,” they keep telling us. But she would have been alive if she hadn’t acted so… free.
Now, freedom is always coming in the hereafter, but you know what, though, the hereafter is a hustle. We want it now.
Damn it! I need to post more! Reading it just lights a fire in my soul and I want you all to feel that same fire because it’s time for us to make moves. Enough of the bullshitting around!
And let’s get a couple things straight, just a little sidenote – the burden of the brutalized is not to comfort the bystander.That’s not our job, alright – stop with all that. If you have a critique for the resistance, for our resistance, then you better have an established record of critique of our oppression. If you have no interest, if you have no interest in equal rights for black people then do not make suggestions to those who do. Sit down.
And this last part will lead me to my next section of this blog post and how Justin Timberlake got his ass dragged last night by Black Twitter
We’ve been floating this country on credit for centuries, yo, and we’re done watching and waiting while this invention called whiteness uses and abuses us, burying black people out of sight and out of mind while extracting our culture, our dollars, our entertainment like oil – black gold, ghettoizing and demeaning our creations then stealing them, gentrifying our genius and then trying us on like costumes before discarding our bodies like rinds of strange fruit. The thing is though… the thing is that just because we’re magic doesn’t mean we’re not real.
So Justin Timberlake took to twitter giving Jesse Williams his stamp of approval (as though we needed it) And then things got ugly when someone asked JT if that meant he was going to stop appropriating Black Culture and finally apologize to Janet Jackson. Justin Timberlake hit him with the “We are all one” spew and then dismissed him with “Bye” Wait a minute. Hold the #$%& on! Justin, you pretty much missed the point of Jesse Williams speech. No we are not one because you can get pulled over by the Police today and I guarantee you won’t have your face buried in the concrete and then the roughest photos from your instagram plastered on the evening news while being called a thug with millions of onlookers saying that you deserved that mistreatment for being a “thug”. You will never taste that kind of fate simply because you have the complexion for their protection so sit yo ass down and hush. You my friend have built a career off of what Blacks made popular and trendy with your corn-rows in the 2000′s, riffing like your Wanya from Boy II Men and trying to do Foot Work like you’re James Brown and Michael Jackson while beat boxing like you’re Doug E. Fresh. And yes I jammed to his music for years but if you are going to long stroke the creative way Black People created Hip-Hop and remixed R&B so that it has thrived over the last 30+ years, the least you can do is acknowledge that no we are not all the same. No we do not all have the same rights and receive the same treatment for some of the same crimes and mistakes. So like Jesse Williams said YOU extracted our culture, our dollars, our entertainment like oil –black gold, tried us on like costumes before discarding our bodies like rinds of strange fruit, which is exactly what you did when you decided to pull that diva like bitch move, dismissing that man on twitter with “Bye”. You gon’ learn real soon what happens when you piss off an awakened people.
Lastly, we have Sheila E. and her tribute to Prince which was epic! Man she beat the hell out of those drums and got her boogie on! She even brought out Mayte and Jerome baby! I know that had to make Prince feel much better as he was looking down. He probably pointed at her like “Damn it, I knew you would bring it on home for me Sheila! Bitch, you better work! You better come through!” And she did. That set twitter ablaze last night. It’s still hard to believe that he is gone. Michael Jackson is gone, Whitney Houston is gone, Natalie Cole is gone and now Prince. Who do we have left? Definitely not Desiigner with his weird ass. All in all, the BET Awards was okay. There’s a guy on the ave who always has it on DVD every year. I’m about to head on down there to see if I can find him and snag me a copy. RIP Prince. And RIP Justin Timberlake. (He ain’t dead for real but Black Twitter killed that ass last night #Petty)
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When I first came into the industry with my novel A Thug’s Redemption in 2012, I noticed a lot of authors were selling their ebooks on Kindle, Nook and other sites for $0.99. I said to myself, how the hell can anyone make money off of their books selling them for so cheap? But then other authors told me and I also read in various blogs that gave promotional tips for indie-authors, that pricing an ebook at $0.99 was a good way for new authors to reach readers. So I tried it a couple of times and sold quite a few books. But I didn’t like it then, and I don’t like it now.
A lot of readers are becoming too cheap and it’s sad. And honestly it’s not entirely all their fault when indie authors are placing numerous books in front of them costing next to nothing. After a while, they’ve come to expect books to be $0.99 or God forbid, FREE! Shenanigans. I can see if it is a book that is 125-200 pages long. But a full length novel! SHENANIGANS! Once kindle takes their cut, we get a whopping $0.35. Put some respek on my books. $0.99 ain’t happening. And if that means I lose out of a portion of readers, so be it. My work is worth more than $0.99 and unless it’s a pre-sale for a book I’m getting ready to launch, if it’s more than 300 pages, it’s going to cost between $4.99 & $6.99 for ebook and $15 for paperback. And to me, that is a fair price. I’ve seen authors charge $15 for ebooks. $4.99 is still cheaper than a pack of cigarettes in most cities. Hell it’s cheaper than a meal from Mckey Dees. Put some respek on my books!
On a serious note, I know there are probably plenty of quality books out that authors price at $0.99 for marketing purposes and in part because some don’t know their worth. But I look at $0.99 ebooks the way I look at any dollar store. Most of the shit in the dollar store is cheap, falls apart and is of poor quality. Sadly a lot of $0.99 ebooks I’ve come across were the same way- cheap, stories fell apart because there was no real structure and the quality of the story was just poor. No shade though. *Shrugs* it is what it is.
Damn! Damn! Damn!!!! What the hell is going on in 2016??! Tony Burton (Apollo’s trainer from the Rocky movies) Vanity, (Prince protege) Prince and now Afeni Shakur! We’re still getting over the shock of Prince, and now this! Everybody checking out, meanwhile Betty White sitting back sipping on her tea like “death, fuck is that? I don’t know the meaning.” Bruh!
For those who don’t know who Afeni Shakur is, she is the sister of Assata Shakur, wife of Mutula Shakur and mother of slain 90s rapper, actor and poet, Tupac Shakur. She was also a member of the Black Panther party. While pregnant with Tupac, Afeni was accused of being involved in a conspiracy to commit a terrorist attack and was incarcerated. Afeni defended herself and was acquitted of all charges against her. Not long after her release from prison, she gave birth to Tupac Shakur on June 16, 1971.
With Cointel-Pro working against the Panther party and setting many of the members up for crimes they did not commit as well as killing them (Huey P Newton and Fred Hamilton) Afeni Shakur struggled with gaining and keeping employment which forced her into poverty while Tupac was growing up and they moved from New York to Baltimore and then finally, California. Afeni had a short battle with drug addiction but bounced back tremendously and remained a strong influence in Tupac’s life hence the song “Dear Mama” that he released in 1993, dedicated to her. Even after Tupac’s murder in 1996, Afeni continued to advocate for her son, winning the rights to over 150 of his songs from Death Row which she later released on her own label “Amaru Records” (Amaru was Tupac’s middle name)
Sadly on May 2, 2016 an ambulance responded to a 9-1-1 call at her home in California and she was transported to a local hospital where she was pronounced dead. It is believed that she had a heart attack.
Afeni Shakur was indeed a powerful force showing that she can battle an unjust system and win, overcome adversity and still stand for her people. She will definitely be missed.
I had to wait until today to post this because my heart is torn in pieces. Yesterday, I received a text from a good friend of mine saying “Wow Prince Died”. I said: Bullshit! Bullshit! Fucking Bullshit! Lies! The devil is a lie! My heart was racing, my hands were shaking as I immediately took to my laptop, went to Google, and typed his name in the search engines. As I waited for what seemed like an eternity for Google to turn up the search result, I kept saying “Please, God. Please, please, please, please!” Sadly the first news story that popped up was from CNN stating that Prince Roger Nelson was dead at the age of 57. I screamed. Why? Why him? Of all the people in this world, Donald Trump, George Zimmerman, Birdman that could’ve been taken and not missed one teeny bit- why did Prince have to die? My heart was BROKEN! Just last month, literally one month before his passing on March 21, 2016, I challenged my daughter Destiny to play the intro to Purple Rain on the piano as a way to earn her stripes and the right to play the piano again since her grades had taken a dive and her behavior/attitude was getting out of control. She can’t read music and I told her no tutorials, play it by ear. She watched the scene from Purple Rain the movie where Prince listened to the instrumental a few times and then played it on his piano and then she sat at the piano and not even an hour later, she was KILLING IT! I posted the video on Instagram and Prince had that jawn taken down LOL. If it wasn’t him personally, it was someone from his company but I was betting then and still betting now that he personally had her video taken down. At first I was a little upset until I saw the notification in my G-Mail inbox from Instagram letting me know it was reported for Copyright Infringement and the email associated with the complaint traced back to his company website. You know what I said? COOL! Prince may have possibly seen her video. Even though he reported it, he may have seen that she has talent for a girl who can’t read music and never had any training. My mother suggested that I send an email back letting him know it was not my intention to infringe upon his music, my daughter and I are just huge fans and playing his song was my challenge for her. I said in response- Prince won’t read my email. He ain’t trying to hear from us little folks… I wish like hell a month later that I had emailed him.
Here is what the news is reporting. Prince was found unresponsive in his elevator to his multi million dollar estate yesterday morning. Paramedics tried to revive him and was unsuccessful. He was pronounced dead at 10:07am CST. Allegedly, Prince had been battling the flu for the past couple of weeks and they are speculating that that is the cause of death though there has not been an official autopsy report. Last week, on April 15, Prince’s private jet made an emergency landing because of health concerns with the 7 time Grammy award winning artist. He was rushed to the hospital but released 3 hours later against doctors orders because, according to his people, the hospital was unable to place him in a private room. (This is Prince got damn it, if you have to pair three people up, you get this man a private room!) It is said that the Purple Rain star did not look well when he was released, however he was able to do a show in Atlanta the following day on April 16, 2016. Now this is where rumors and speculation begin and it’s really pissing me off.
April 16, 2016, a blind item was placed on a tabloid/gossip site stating that an unnamed African American male celebrity who had been in the news recently has AIDS and was first diagnosed in the 1990s. This blind item, who did not name Prince, stated that the unnamed celebrity was taking his medication like he was supposed to up until a couple of years ago. He stopped because some religious people claimed that God had healed him and he was okay. Allegedly, the sickness came back according to this person who is allegedly close to the unnamed celebrity and the situation, and doctors are saying that this person will get sicker and sicker and could possibly die before the summer. Now five days later, Prince is dead from “complications with the flu” and people are running with this blind item saying that it was him. I call bullshit on that. That’s rumor number one.
Rumor number two is that he was murdered. This, I can believe.
1) Two years ago, after battling with Warner Bros records for almost 20 years, Prince struck a deal that would give him controlling rights over his music catalogue which is worth over $100 million. Since then, his music (where I used to download it onto my phone so I could rock out during my commute to school or work) could not be found on any music downloader. Trust me, I looked before he died and was a little sad. While I have his CDs, I just wanted to be able to listen to him on my phone whenever I felt like jamming to “I Would Die 4 You” or “Little Red Corvette”or “Baby, I‘m a Star”. That’s the music I listened to whenever I cleaned or did house work. Not only were you unable to download his music online but you couldn’t get a lot of his videos on Youtube either. He had his music on LOCK! And I don’t too much blame him with the lack of creativity and sampling going on in the music industry these days. Piracy is at an all time high!
2) Prince also spoke out against the government, chemtrails, and a lot of the corrupt activity going on in the music industry. He encouraged other artists to not sell the rights to their music in partnership or anyway else, to be the sole owners of their music rights. To follow his example would cut a lot of folks out of money. I can only imagine how much “those people” were losing with Prince owning the rights to old music as well as new music. He may not have been topping the charts like he did back in the 80s and the 90s but he was still a force to be reckoned with. Seeing him in concert was on my bucket list.
3) Prince was a conscious man who made no apologies for his outspoken nature against the corruption in the government, various music companies and the music industry, referring to the music industry as slavery and the artists who did not fully own their music, slaves. If you pay attention to the symbol he used with his name and even had a guitar made in the shape of that symbol, it resembles the “ankh” as well as the all seeing eye. Once a man becomes awake, it’s only a matter of time before he is put to sleep… permanently.
4) One of Prince’s last posts on Instagram was a photo of himself on April 14, 2016 and the caption read “Just when you thought you were safe…” Yesterday when people began to speculate that the flu story was bullshit and he was murdered, that caption was removed along with other captions from other posts on his account. Things that make you go hmmm…?
5) Now all of a sudden the media is trying to ease in this story that his plane landed early because he was OD’ing from drugs and that his death may be the result of a drug overdose. This man wouldn’t touch meat or alcohol. I highly doubt he was touching drugs. Not to mention, a doctor who had recently seen Prince stated in an interview yesterday that his sudden death from “the flu” seemed very suspect and odd” and that aside from the flu, he was in perfect health.
Nonetheless, a musical genius who set the standard higher than any of these so called artist today could ever hope to meet, who was fearless with his talent and art form is gone and I can’t help but feel a little lost and hopeless now. Prince music was perfect for no matter what mood you were in. Pissed off, throw on When Doves Cry. Wanna dance and shake a boogie? Throw on “Baby, I’m a Star” or “I Would Die 4 You”. Feeling sexy? “Wanna Be Your Lover” or “Diamonds and Pearls”. The list is limitless as this Genius has music for almost four decades that has stood the tests of time. And while many will speculate how he died or if he was killed, I more so would like to celebrate how he lived.
Alright, y’all finna see a side to Yani that you’ve never seen before. Today was a good day. I went to this event – Philly Girls Jump at Awbury Park and planned on posting a blog entry about it tomorrow after my hips, thighs, ass, back, shoulders and arms stopped hurting from all of the vigorous double dutching that I’d done with some really awesome women that I met today (along with my sisters, daughter and niece) I should be in bed right now resting my sore bones. Instead I’m about to roast this bitch who just left the dumbest and most ridiculous review on Love’s Deadly Masquerade. Her name is Joanne R. Greene.
Every night before I go to bed, I check on book placement, ratings and then do a little promoting to generate book sales throughout the night while I sleep. So imagine my surprise when I go to Love’s Deadly Masquerade and I see where I’ve gone from a PERFECT 5 start rating down to a 4 1/2. Now, I am not some delusional author who expects everyone to love my work and give me kudos and 5 stars. I know there are going to be some people who don’t vibe with my style of writing which is fine. Everything ain’t for every body. But if you are going to 1 star me BITCH you better show me where I earned that shit. I was expecting a three star rating or something like that. Maybe the plot twists were too much for them to handle or
whatever. This bitch didn’t even finish reading the book! Was it for too many grammatical errors, you ask? (nope) Was it because the story-line was too far-fetched or outlandish? (nope) Was it because the book didn’t make sense or seemed amateurish and incomplete??? (NOPE!!) This bitch 1 starred me because I had too much profanity! DA FUCK? Listen, I had to read her review like three times, like is this bitch serious? I can only think of one movie with a domestic violence type plot where there was no profanity and that was “Sleeping With The Enemy” starring Julia Roberts and that movie was so unbelievable in regards to what really goes down in an abusive relationship I wouldn’t know where to poke holes in the story-line. For God’s sake, Roberts jumped off a fucking boat in the middle of Hurricane Katrina and swam to shore, conveniently had a stash of cash, threw a wig on, hopped a bus all the way to east Jablip somewhere, was able to rent a home with NO ID NO SOCIAL SECURITY CARD NO PROOF OF INCOME but the bitch couldn’t make sure when she flushed the ring down the toilet the shit actually went down? Da Fuck? I’m going to assume Joanne thought that movie was amazing and Julia Roberts was cunning and courageous. Meanwhile What’s Love Got to Do with It- Tina Turners biopic about how Ike Turner was beating the snot out of her in between calling her bitches and raping her in music studios probably made Joanne’s eyes fall out and sent her screaming to the Priest asking God to forgive her for indulging in such an animalistic film. And God forbid she ever read Rose Madder by Stephen King, who started the book off with Rose’s husband, Norman, dishing out Mike Tyson blows that caused her to have a miscarriage in their living room all for reading a romance novel. And as poor Rose’s baby is vacating her womb while she sits in a pool of fetal blood, this bastard is making and munching on a ham sandwich. See no evil, eh?
Anybody with half of a brain knows that domestic violence isn’t pretty. If it were, it wouldn’t be domestic violence. It’s definitely not limited to a man just slapping his woman in the face now and again or pulling her hair. It’s grimy, its ugly and to a person who does not lack a conscience, it can easily bring you to tears when you hear and/or see some of the things a lot of women go through every single day. I made sure I captured that in this book. I spared no punches with the descriptive way I told this story from start to finish and if it’s too much for a person who lives in a PG-13 world, too FUCKING bad (yup I said FUCKING not FREAKING) because the world isn’t PG-13. For many of us, the shit is NC-17 even when we try our best to avoid it. So while little Ms. Daisies and sunshine may think that what went on in this book with the profanity and the abuse and the way Eric talked to Vanessa was trash because I used FUCK and BITCH and SHIT and GOT-DAMN and NIGGA, like Freddy Kruegar said in almost every Nightmare on Elm Street movie: Welcome to my world, bitch. This shit is real. And hiding behind your cotton candy bubblicious existence won’t make it any less real.
I do want to thank her. Because she gave me an idea to put a warning at the top of Love’s Deadly Masquerade’s book description letting readers know that if they have sensitive eyes and are too delicate to handle profanity and the descriptive manner in which I described the way Eric was beating the shit out of Vanessa and tormenting her, exit now and go find something else more happy-happy, joy-joy. I won’t change my style of writing because a few sensitive creatures can’t handle what goes on in the world outside of Beverly Hills 90210. Not catering to my personal art-form would be a disservice to my art, my talent, my craft and myself. I don’t see Stephen King making any apologies for the creepy shit he writes. (I love Stephen King by the way LOL) Alright, that’s my rant for the night. I will see you darlings next time! Peace.
For those of you who don’t have sensitive eyes and can handle reading a very real story with real like characters in real life situations, check out Love’s Deadly Masquerade on Amazon Kindle for $5.99. If you are a Kindle Unlimited subscriber, you can download it and read it for free. Then give me your opinion on the STORY itself. I’m all for legit reviews. If you think the story-line and plot was trash, I’m eager to hear why. Because those who gave me three stars on A Thug’s Redemption were legitimate and their opinions helped me work on my craft which is why The Wrath of Andre and Obsessive Intimacies are damn near perfect 5 star reads. Keep in mind that I’m an artist, and I’m serious about my shit!
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