Urinal Cake: One Man's trash is the next man's ...tool?
WaterHoes
Class is now in session...
Let me first introduce myself... You will address me as Professor Put Dat Ass On Blast. Here are my credentials: I obtained a PhD in "no nonsense" with a concentration in "Bitch Please." I am highly qualified in sniffing out the bullshit and bringing it to the forefront. Lesson for the day is brought to you from the book of life, chapter 19 (or page 5304) <---- put this in a calculator and flip it upside down....Everyone should have received this book upon exiting the uterus. If you did not care to bring your book to class today, you automatically fail (at life). Please take your belongings and exit to tomorrow's entry. Now that we have established who is the strong. Prepare to be mind banged. You ready? Ok, well here you go...I can take so many angles with this title...but I will only choose the obtuse angle....think about that, and don't act surprise with the word play once you figure it out...Y'all know my mind ain't right. Anyway, a normal water hose serves two main purposes 1) to wash a vehicle and 2) to water your grass. Each are done solely to present aesthetic or beauty to your materials. Do you agree? Now these "waterhoes" serves two main purposes as well 1) to wash away the neglect you may feel and 2) to water your ego. Which are also done solely to create a aesthetic feel in ones self. "Waterhoes" are not gender specific, so this is not a bash against women...If you thought I may of only been talking about the female species you probably have engaged in some hoeish acts before and if the shoe fits wear it. "A defensive conscious will tell the truth." ~me. A normal water hose is put away and stored until there is a need and "waterhoes" are treated the same way. Until there is a need to make one's self feel better about self, "waterhoes" serves no purpose. In life a person has a duty to serve a continuous purpose with meaning. Which brings me to my conclusion. The moral of the story is the only objective is to stay relevant and avoid being treated like a windbreaker in the summertime (rarely worn). Class dismissed. MY NAME IS PERRY AND I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE. #CommentsWelcomed.
Fee B's Makeup Bag
Fee B’s Makeup Bag: Gridlocked
I’m back folks and I’m ready to dedicate this entry to all my Chi Town folks who should definitely understand my plight. The item I’m pulling out of my makeup bag is: TRAFFIC/ROAD RAGE. Ugh. Really I’d rather give birth everyday than sit in traffic! I’m more than confused as to why they choose to do construction all over the city at the same time. I get that summer is the best time to do the work because of the weather, but how is it that I never see you construction guys actually working? And because it’s apparently too hot or sunny for you to do your jobs, we commuters are faced with dealing with the fucked up roads and traffic you leave in your down time. So now my dilemma is should I strap rockets to the front of my car to shoot the drivers who act as if they just got their licenses or the construction workers who created the additional traffic? Yes I do have road rage…don’t roll your eyes at me, I know you have it too. All those break riders, accident watchers, super overly cautious drivers, the elderly on their way to McDonalds to have that free or discounted coffee making us miss that green light. I’m more than serious if I had a Marvin the Martian vaporizer…POOF I’d be on the road alone. I’m not a speed racer but I don’t care to be out sitting in a steam box on wheels for more time than necessary especially if the reason isn’t of my own doing. The reason why I dedicate this to Chicago is because if you drive you know rush hour lasts from 1:30 pm to 7:00 pm on the Eisenhower and those trying to avoid that take the construction clad streets making it almost as bad as the expressway at certain times and locations. And with Chicago holding the record for the highest gas prices in America who the hell has money to sit on the breaks and burn the AC for an extra hour? I for damn sure don’t. I won’t even give the clucker looking for $0.50 to pump my gas a break, hey I need my 2 quarters and even though it’s hot I can pump my own damn gas…go stalk another hard working Chicagoan for their pocket change you probably will have more luck than walking my way. The point of my ranting is this: construction workers make a shit load of money per hour just to drag out every project their given. It’s a conspiracy. They get paid the big bucks to create confusion on the roads, while the gas “regulators” in Chicago tax the hell out of the gas for additional profits, that we are forced to buy because we are burning extra gas sitting in this construction zone that could have been finished in less than a months time but somehow has turned into a full summer project. I know you notice it, or maybe you never paid attention to the construction ghost town. So if you haven’t, next time you ride past one just look and see if anything is being done over there. Trust me you will have time as the 2 lane road merges into 1 and you crawl past the zone. And if you don’t feel the need to strap an AK- 47 to your whip and blast everything out of your way I will seek help for my extreme case of Road Rage but I’m willing to bet I’m not alone! So my lovelies that’s going to do it for this weeks makeup bag…until I pull another item out next week…Live, Laugh, Love
A Woman's Prayer
"Lord, you know what I need"...Amen...Get it (A...man) Fuck you, I laughed, it was funny to me!!! Anyway, ladies it's okay to ask the lawd for help to get a man...or is it? The good book says, " Ask and it shall be given, good measures, pressed down, shaken together and running over shall MEN give unto your boobs. Or something to that nature. Can I get an Amen? (the real one, not A Man) don't make me kick your ass. It also mentions in one of those passages somewhere "A man that findeth a wife findeth a good thing." So my point is, women, why are you praying to Find a man, when he should find you? Oh, so I shouldn't be talking about this...Your bad....Do me a favor and excuse yourself to the entry above or below this one. Can I continue? *rolls eyes & mumbles curse words under breath* I know, I know....there are two things you shouldn't argue....Politics and Religion...but the misconception about the way religion should be "practiced" blows me. Notice practice is in quotation. Practice indicates that you are not perfect in something, therefore there is a chance to get better. That is a whole other topic....I will touch on that a little later (lol, that's what she said). Prayer is a verbal or no verbal conversation between self and your belief. The only problem is Prayer actually works. There is a book called "The Secret" (highly recommended read) that basically explains that what you speak actually have the ability to be spoken into existence (good or bad). Now this is where it gets good (sit up) ladies, we men know that you are the shit (told you it gets good). It is just a matter of time until you realize that. It is ok to ask your supreme being for "A Man" to come into your life, but you have to be specific. When saying your prayer or for my non religious folks (requesting) for companionship, put together a check list with everything you want in "A Man." It is just like going grocery shopping for ingredients for a peach cobbler...you know the main ingredients are peaches, but if you don't get the other things all you are going to have is peaches. The moral of the story is we all know there is a shortage of "Good" men, so some of you ladies are going to have to take one for the team. MY NAME IS PERRY AND I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE. #CommentsWelcomed.
Welcome to The G Spot...The Woman Zone: Readers Choice
Welcome to The G Spot…. The Woman Zone: Readers Choice
Hey World what’s going on? We are at the end of the month of August so in order to promote comments from readers I’ve decided that I want to put The G Spot in the YOUR hands.@TeamBLAH this includes you as well. I want to know what you want to read about, I’m more than sure that I’ve experienced it in some way, shape ,or form. So I’d like for everyone who reads this to leave a comment about something they would like to see covered one week in G Spot. It can be questions or comments or suggestions of topics or some new crazy sexual fad that you learned about or tried that you want to know more about, or hear someone else's experiences about it. Rest assured your girl hasn’t run out of topics, I do know that’s what a few of you might be thinking but that’s far from the case. I just want to know what all of you silent freaks out there have on your minds. What you feel is worth reading about. I’d love to dedicate the whole month of September to writing about what you want to read so don’t be afraid to comment…remember you can always comment anonymously. Now to finish off last weeks debate about Red Light Green Light. I read your comments people and I heard what you said and it seems like there is a major division with people and their willingness to either have sex during that time of the month and those strongly against it. My homework for those of you opposed to it: come up with 3 reasons why and also research it to dissolve any misconceptions of the act. Those of you who are for it earn an extra star for having the balls to attempt something that isn’t considered the norm. Now that we have that out the way it’s an easy homework assignment this week. COMMENT ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE DISCUSSED IN THE G SPOT!!! Plain and Simple. You comment on it…I’ll write about it. Now for all of you worried that I’m scrapping the bottom of the barrel for ideas I will let you in on privileged information…the topic for next weeks G Spot: 3somes 4somes and Moresome…yea I know it’s not a word but bear with me I’m using it to emphasize my point okay! So until next week my good people: Happy Humping!
Urinal Cake: Pee For a Wii
The Neighborhood Watches
*Yells out* CD's, DVD's, Colognes...You want it I got it, if I don't have it then you don't need it...
Oh, my bad you thought I was going talk about the community crime watch. NAH...Now that is an issue, but it is not my issue...I live in the suburbs...So you may need to step your 401k game up and move to Plesentville where the grass is greener, due to the fact the Mexicans keep that shit on point....No offense to my Spanish speaking amigos, Sabes im sólo bromeando (translate it suckers, lol). shocked you didn't it....Yea, I dabble a little bit in the language of Elotes cups. Anyway, I have a question or two, maybe three (please answer honestly)...Do you live beyond your means? Do you buy things because YOU like it or because you think others will? Does materialistic things determine your status quo? If you punch a clock like most of us do, but on weekends you have on more jewelry than that guy from "I'm Going To Get You Sucker" your priorities are beyond fucked up. A chain here and there along with some earring studs are understandable, but them...too big for your wrist ass watches ain't cutting it. First of all, the real ones cost about 2 grand and if you can afford to purchases one then let me hold a dollar. Second, who do you think you fooling, them diamonds won't even cut plastic let alone glass. Pretty please, stop letting these rappers and ball players entice you to buy some fake shit. Here is a hint ladies if you want to determine if he is a fraud. You listening? A man's watch game should match his shoe game. Let me elaborate....A guy with a $2,000 watch will not wear any of the average brands of shoes (i.e Nike, Jordan, Addidas etc.) Their shoes will have an Italian name attached to it. Look at the guys reading this with that beauty supply store watch on their dresser getting pissed. My bad player *MJ shrug*....I'm going to stop here before I start receiving hate mail from dudes with green discoloring on their wrist from forgetting to coat the watch band with clear finger nail polish. The moral of the story is the real thing will still be there after you make your first half a mil. MY NAME IS PERRY AND I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE. #CommentsWelcomed.
Fee B's Makeup Bag: Back in the Day
Fee B’s Makeup Bag: Back in the Day
*Singing* Back in the days when I was young I’m not a kid anymore but sometimes I sit and wish I was a kid again*
Hey guys, all of these August birthdays (all hail the chief…and editor that is: Happy Birthday again) got me to thinking about my monumental 30th birthday approaching in a few weeks and all the shit that I miss from back in my younger days. For starters: Music. Don’t judge me for missing quality vocals of refined R&B artists like Patti La Belle or Anita Baker even Whitney Houston may she rest in peace. I’d even settle for the Tamia’s and Jill Scott’s and Alicia Keys but I’m bombarded with more and more auto tuned rap and even R&B. Songs about nothing, no purpose just hooks with banging bass beats to over power the dumb ass lyrics. Sex sells I get it, but we aren’t watching it we’re listening to it. So why are there no quality singers out there making music anymore? Well let me clarify, why aren’t major labels pushing REAL music anymore? Because I for damn sure wouldn’t call this shit out now music. And movies. The remakes are becoming ridiculous. They are taking movies I grew up loving and turning them into garbage ass reboots for the sake of a dollar sacrificing the art that it once represented. Hell even the snacks are different. No more colored pop secret popcorn, the Hi C Slimmer juice(ectoplasm from Ghostbusters) that was oh so yummy even though it was green...Gone. Carebear waffles, teddy grams and what the hell happened to icee cups? No not the red or blue icee cups from gas stations with the polar bear on the cup and not snowballs I’m talking icee cups in the Styrofoam cups that you had to peel and break off the cup to eat the icee since it was frozen in the shape of the cup. Where are all the good cartoons and tv shows that I used to watch He Man and Thundercats, Dennis the Menace, Duck Tales, Fraggle Rock, Tiny Toon Adventures, Gargoyles, Rocko’s Modern Life, Doug, Ren and Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain, Daria, Heathcliff, Small Wonder, Different Strokes, Alf, Harry and the Hendersons, Dangerous Women (yea it’s a little out there but that was still my shit) Double Dare, Sister, Sister, Saved by the Bell, Star Search…I seriously need to stop myself because I could go on forever but you get the point. Even the games kids play are different. We used to play hide and go get it. They are just going straight to the house to get it. Tag nowadays means you’re in a picture on someone’s Facebook page. I don't see kids playing with Chutes and Ladders, Chinese Jump Rope or Slinky's. The game of Trouble now isn't a board game, it's what to do with that unplanned pregnancy. I know to live is to evolve but what changed in society that made certain things of the past irrelevant and others worth recycling? Fuck clothes coming back in fashion bring back the good movies and music and good living of the days I grew up in. Just thought I’d take you guys back real quick…what are some of the things you’re missing from back in the days? Well my peeps until the next time I reach into my makeup bag…Live, Laugh, Love
Welcome to The G Spot...The Woman Zone: Red light...Green Light?
Welcome to The G Spot…. The Woman Zone: Red Light…Green Light?
What’s going on World? Thank you for taking the time to find The G Spot. Today we will be talking about a some what controversial topic. Sex during that time of the month. Does red mean stop in this case or does it mean go? Now let me shed a little light on my experiences with this. It never originally started off as me being a person willing to have sex on my period. I had a few mishaps where it was brought down during sex and not discovered until we finished because of the dark room. Sidebar…I have to say a quick sorry to the guy who went down on me when he unknowingly brought down my period and didn’t realize until ALL was said and done. And before you judge me…no I didn’t know I was bleeding I just figured it was nice and wet…but anyways. I didn’t make it a habit to have sex while on my period despite those days being the ones I’m the horniest. I was super paranoid about bleeding on him or on the bed sheets so it was never my dream to have sex on my period but then I wondered why the hell not? I’m horny. I have towels I can put down or I can hop in a hot tub of water to keep the blood from flowing out, we have condoms to protect ourselves if need be. It was just bringing it up to the guy I was with. So when I asked him how he felt about helping me with an experiment I was nervous he would think I was weird well more so nasty. But I wanted to see if there was a difference. Will sex on my period soothe this intense sexual yearning that I’m going through? (Which it somewhat did I think it's more mental...wanting what you can't have) So imagine my surprise when he said he was game and the only reason we hadn't done it sooner was he thought I was uncomfortable with it. I had to laugh when I told him I thought he was going to be disgusted by it. Now just for a little back story neither of us had ever willing had sex during that time of month together or with prior lovers and to get you to understand why we chose not to wait is because I happen to date a truck driver who is on the road 5 maybe 6 days out of every week. If we are lucky we get Friday night all of Saturday and Sunday morning to spend together, so if it happened to have been a weekend where I was womanly cursed we couldn’t do anything, well I could but to be honest sucking dick makes me horny so we had to figure out other options. Are we wrong for indulging no matter what time of the month it is? When and where did this: Do not proceed on red, wait for the green to go kind of mentality come from? As I think back now no one told me not to have sex on my period it just seemed like an unspoken rule. So ladies and fellas what’s your view on this? Does red mean STOP for you or do you have a green light everyday all day? I’d love to hear what you folks have to say on this. No homework assignment on this until I figure out where you all stand…don’t worry we will touch back on it briefly next week to give out the homework you didn’t get this week…until then: Happy Humping ;)
Urinal Cake: Do's and Don'ts
Headboards (Explicit)
*Singing* This right here's a panty dropper (insert Trey Songz moan here)
(Usher slides across your computer screen)
About to make it real sexy in here so go get a condom for your keyboard and dim the lights, I practice "safe blogging" I don't want dot cum to get everywhere (I cannot afford to have any cyber kids). Now before I penetrate your mind, I want you to find the sexiest song in your playlist and press play (preferably a Maxwell joint), also for the rest of this entry I want you to read it with the "Barry White" voice (no homo, but that mans voice can vibrates a women's soul harder then a pocket rocket attached to a car battery). Don't act like you never banged skins to "Practice what you preach" and if you haven't...FUCK YOU for thinking I'm crazy. By a show of hands, who has a wall that has that headboard line engraved across it *raises hand*. Go check....I'll wait. I swear, stop looking like I'm the stupid one, you stupid for having wack sex. There was a study done that showed for every 8 sexual encounters you should have to repaint your wall. Kevin Hart said it best (Paraphrased) "The sound the headboard makes when hitting the wall is momentum for a man to keep going." If you really pay attention when having sex instead of just having it, there is a soundtrack created and the sound of the headboard beating against the wall is the bass line to your sexual instrumental (that was poetic as hell). Let me learn you bedroom rookies something, this is the trick to lasting longer....Think about anything other then the cooch. That is merely "beat it up" 101. Can I confess something....When it is someone I want to impress, I leave the TV on so I can watch that shit. You laughing, but I bet she gone leak twice before I leak once. Enough about me...back to this headboard thing, your headboard can also double as an stabilizer. Some dudes equilibrium's are off and need that added support to hold on to. Try it tonight, bury her head in the pillows and grab hold of that headboard with both hand, stand up slightly in the bed and commence to vertically jackhammering that rabbit hole. Ok, I quit...My paynus is getting hard writing this. To be continue.....The moral of the story is the dude who invented the headboard had a hidden agenda. MY NAME IS PERRY AND I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE #CommentsWelcomed
Fee B's Makeup Bag: How I Loved Thee?
Fee B’s Makeup Bag: How I Loved Thee
Happy Wednesday World. Glad you stopped in. I’ve decided the item I’m pulling out of my makeup bag today is: Love. Now I know that love is a vague topic but hear me out. We’re focusing today on when we actually realize what love is. Romantically speaking of course. I know that in my younger days I’ve told a few guys that I loved them, and to be honest at that moment then I really did believe I was in love with them. Looking back now, not so much. I did have feelings for them but it wasn’t love. Now that I believe I truly know what love is. I’m sure it took me telling each one of those individuals "I love you" for me to get to the point where I am now but my concern is when did I evolve from puppy love to unconditional love? What moment in my life lead to me looking back saying “you know what even though I said to him I loved him, I really didn’t.” No one teaches you how to love and it’s not as if there’s a class you can take to identify when you are in love and when it’s true love. So am I to believe that it’s something that comes with age? If that’s the case, I’m sorry I have to disagree because there are some people well into middle age that have never been in love, don’t even welcome the idea of it, don’t even know how to do it. So it couldn’t be an age thing. Do you only learn what love is when you meet your soul mate? And if that’s the case do only those who meet them truly know what love is? I know it took me a lot of fuck ups and wrong ones to even realize the capacity for love I have. Is that the only way to ever know what love is and recognize when you are in love? And if so why did it take multiple years after telling them I love you and things ending to even realize and understand it? I know there’s a bunch of little cupids up there some where laughing their asses off at me even trying to understand love, that moment when you realize “No this is really love, I’d take a bullet for you or risk my life to save yours, I don’t wanna live without you kind of love”. I wish I could pinpoint what happened and when that redefined love for me but now that it has been I’m happy that I got the chance to experience the different levels of love or the feeling formally known as love! Until the next time I reach into my makeup bag…Live Laugh LOVE!
Welcome to The G Spot... The Woman Zone: What's Sexy?
Welcome to The G Spot…. The Woman Zone: What’s Sexy?
Happy all you freaks could make it back to The G Spot…The Woman Zone. I’ve decided to switch it up today in order to get all you closet freaks to comment. Today we will be talking about what attracts you to the opposite sex (or same sex ), basically what do you find sexy? Also what you find sexy about yourself. So let’s get to it. Now we all do a head to toe look over when we see someone out and about that we find attractive but what is it that we are looking for? What are we even looking at? Some focus on the materialistic aspects of attraction: clothes, shoes, jewelry, haircuts or hairdos. Me not so much. Those things can always be changed and hell it may be laundry day. It’s been plenty days I’ve run out in jogging pants and a tank top with my hair tied up in a scarf but that doesn’t diminish my sexy. Some find people to be more attractive when they aren’t dressed up. For me when I’m thinking about the things that attract me to a man is a nice smile. I love a man with a killer smile and nice teeth it just does something to me. I’m also attracted to men with height, I won’t say tall because with me being only 5’ 2 just about everyone is taller than me but since I’m a stiletto lover I need someone to be taller than me when I have on 5 inch heels! Something else I’m attracted to as odd as it seems is nice defined arms. And if they have tattoos on their arms O M G!!!! It’s a wrap I’m smitten. The last thing is probably the most important for me…personality. It can make someone who is average in appearance more attractive than someone people may consider a 10 and in that same respect an ugly attitude/personality can make the finest person ugly. But that is just my view on it. Now when it comes down to me I feel the sexiest when I feel confident which is usually whenever I’m not having a bad hair day! Hair is a woman’s crown it’s what frames her face and accentuates her features. If I can’t get my hair to do what I want it to do (and I’m talking as basic as a ponytail) that just throws me off completely. No I’m not a vain person nor do I lack confidence I guess I’m just like Samson…my strength is in my hair. My hair doesn't make me and it isn’t my best feature but it is where my confidence starts…my personal favorite features on myself would be my smile, eyes and my boobs. Ironically boobs are also my favorite feature on a woman in addition to nice legs and women who don’t depend on weaves, wigs and a full face of makeup to make them look sexy. I’m not knocking it but I’m definitely not attracted to women who rock the heavily made up/fake as fuck look. Oh and before I forget I don’t care if it’s a baby, man, woman or animal…You must smell good or at least smell clean! So my dear readers it is now time for this weeks homework assignment: Once you have read what I find sexy on others and myself you are to comment on what you find sexy or what attracts you to the opposite or same sex. Those of you still skeptical about commenting you do know there is an anonymous option so no one will know who you are. Or if you prefer you can just comment on what I find sexy if you haven’t compiled your on list of what you find sexy…point is comment, homework was never this easy when I was in school so like Nike advertises…Just Do It. Can’t wait to know what you folks find sexy…until next week: Happy Humping!
Urinal Cake: Sleep with your eyes open
Dirty Snatch
Welp, its one of those days, I hope you're ready....Well here we go....Don't you wish you were a kid again sometimes, living a carefree life without a worry in the world. Using your imagination to create some of the best times of your life. Remember playing "Bingo, thats my car" or "It" and if you were a bad ass like many of us were, you played a game called "Dirty Snatch." This was more a male driven game that could only be played amongst people that was close in the circle. Let me briefly explain the rules, they are simple. If you seen something you wanted (food wise) and the other person wasn't on their P's & Q's (can anyone tell me what the fuck do P's & Q's stand for) anyway, if they were not paying attention, you "Snatch" what they had, yell "Dirty Snatch" and you hurried up and ate it. Now that we have grown and I stay hungry, I wish a mothefucker would snatch my food. Back then we could laugh about a "Dirty Snatch" but, now that we are grown and the phrase has taken on a different meaning, and now there is nothing funny about a "Dirty Snatch." I asked you were you ready....Alright, In many hood cultures around the world the word "Snatch" has deemed an ebonic term for a lady's cooch....You see were I going with this? I love my ladies, but some of ya'll know you can fuck up a good thing. First off, a game that taught people to be aware of their surroundings can't be played amongst the new urban youth because now the phrase is attached to a funky vagina. How would it sound if a kid snatched another kid's food and yelled "Funky Vigina." Second off, the one thin that causes every male to groom up, work hard and manage their credit score ain't on shit if it smell like skin between your toes after an 8 hour work day. We say death to the female driven version of the "Dirty Snatch" so that our kids can have fun again. The moral of the story is dirty hoes are wack. MY NAME IS PERRY AND I APPROVE THIS MESSEGE. #CommentsWelcomed.
Fee B's Makeup Bag The Venting Edition
Fee B’s Makeup Bag: The Venting Edition
I’m in a venting mood today world. So the item I’m pulling out of my makeup bag isn’t really an item, it’s more of an issue. Where is the love? I’m not speaking specifically romantic either. I’m talking about the love for your neighbor, your co workers, other races, the rich and the poor. Love for yourself, your body. Our children. The world lacks love and therefore lacks harmony. I’m a Libra and we are all about balance and harmony which is probably why this issue hits close to home for me. (Not to mention the 6 year old son I have who like other children growing up in this day and age deserving of a carefree childhood where they can play and not worry about being shot or kidnapped or molested) People today don’t respect each other, we don’t genuinely care for one another. The state of the world today is SHIT. I’m not concerned about one gender or the other nor this race or that I’m worried for the world. Parents who would rather let their kids roam the streets participating in activities that further harm the world and others or putting themselves in danger instead of spending an hour of quality time with them or instilling the values that make responsible teens and adults. On going wars, death before your time, unnecessary violence. Young girls dressing scantly to attract attention, negative attention at that not valuing their own self worth. Separation of classes furthering the distance as opposed to bridging the gap. Relationships have almost become extinct because casual sex is more appealing then the hard yet rewarding work of making a commitment. Marriages failing or succumbing to outside temptations, STD’s cases rising. The teenage pregnancy epidemic has expanded to include preteens and adolescents, and to make matters worse they have a reality show for almost every one of these issues as if watching it for entertainment purposes makes anything better or miraculously makes the problems go away. Where is the compassion, the concern, the respect? Where the hell is the love? If not for the people who live in the world around you, then what about the love for yourself? Your future? Your family? What is the point of busting your ass working if the world your trying to make enough to live in is falling apart right before your eyes? And it seems the only thing we’re doing is making it worse because we selfishly think of only ourselves and immediate circle( friends or family) verses asking what little things can I do to make this world a better place for my kids to grow up in. It’s up to us to break the cycle and make this world the kind of place worth living in. I’m not saying organize a rally or a march, it can be something as small as setting an example of what kids should really be looking up to. We don’t have to be a Lebron James or a Beyonce to be role models and make a difference, we just have to be positively active and hope that others follow our lead. Thanks for letting me vent world…next Wednesday we will definitely be grabbing another item out of my makeup bag but until then…Live Laugh Love
Welcome to The G Spot...The Woman Zone: Maturbation
Welcome to The G Spot… The Woman Zone: Masturbation
What’s the deal world? Glad you found your way back to The G Spot…The Woman Zone. I’d like to say today’s entry is dedicated to R&B singer Monifah who recently came out of the closet as a lesbian (welcome to the wonderful world of LGBT life(Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender) story courtesy of MediaTakeout.com) I was a fan of her one hit {sorry let's be honest} Touch It so today we are talking about touching it: Masturbation 101. Now personally I can’t recall the age of when I first started masturbating, but I do know I’ve been exploring myself for quite some time. I wasn’t aware at my tender young age the throbbing between my legs I was feeling was letting me know I was some how sexually stimulated. I didn’t know how to soothe it so anything I could find to relieve my sensations I would try. From sitting on the lower kitchen cabinet door to stuffing a pillow between my legs. Even when I did eventually learn what was causing this feeling I still wasn’t aware of the oh so many ways to remedy it. I wasn’t expecting my mom to pull me to the side and explain being horny or for her to tell me how to play with myself I just wish I knew what was going on back then! So there is no wonder why it took me so long to start masturbating. I wasn’t familiar with the act so looking back to be honest I do know what the hell I was even doing! It was also a few years after having sex (okay more than a few I lost my virginity at 16) that I finally got myself a vibrator. I have to admit it was the best thing I could have stumbled upon. Playing around with the vibrator and my fingers helped me identify the feeling of an orgasm and how to allow it to come…oh yes that pun was intended! As I’ve gotten older I no longer feel masturbation is mainly for men. It’s for the sexually frustrated! Yes it may be easier for a man to masturbate, but not only. The best way for us women to know what we like sexually is to explore ourselves first, hell the best way for men and women to get the most out of sex is to have sex by ourselves first! So with that being said I won't ramble on any further especially since I'd like for everyone to participate an hopefully comment on completing your homework. Tonight’s assignment is to make some alone time for you to masturbate. Get in touch with your sexual side, rediscover what turns you on and go for it. There is no wrong or right way to masturbate, you may end up discovering something about yourself sexually you didn’t know or forgot ;) Can’t wait to hear how you freaks turn yourselves on! Happy Humping!
Take the time to find forever.
Re-Tell Therapy
"Mind your business, that's all...Mind your business"... 50 "cool" points to the person that can tell me where that came from......Give up? Fresh Prince of Bel Air....When Will was teaching Ashley how to fight....Now do you remember? Ok, cool....Definitely not condoning in teaching any types of violent acts, but this is more of a guide to eliminating confrontation. One of the worst things you can do as person is talk about someone that is not present in a negative light....do you agree? This is one of those subjects where YOU....yes you get mad at when done to you, but turn right around and do it to another, something like a hypocrite. We all have been on the receiving and given end of gossip (just like head) and if you say you haven't you are a lying sack of shit. And just for lying I hope the next time you fall asleep in a public area, you have that dream where you are falling and "Jump" hard as hell and embarrass yourself. There has been a study that most people gossip for one of two reasons. Number one, to make themselves feel important by reveling information that no one else knows and number two, simply is because they are a hater. Which category do you fit in? Gossiping for some people can relieve stress from a conversation, especially if the conversation wasn't going anywhere. Example, *dead Air*.....(Chris Bosh voice) Guuuuurrrrl, did you hear....? You have just revived the conversation for an aditional six minutes. All gossip conversations start with "did you hear?" To me that is worst then starting a sentence off with "What had happen was." Both of those conversational starts go through one ear and out the other. There is some type of gratification that a person gets when engaging in someone elses business. Therefore, I repeat "Mind your business, that's all...Mind your business" and not on any fighting tip, but really mind your fucking business. The moral of the story is even if there is a buy one get one half off special on some shit that don't concern you, think about all the starving kids in Croatia that can benefit from the time you have spent worrying about the wrong shit. MY NAME IS PERRY AND I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE. #CommentsWelcomed
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