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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
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: 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!

"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