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Ask The MochaPeach: My Heart, His Heart, and His "Cooties"

In this installment of Ask TheMochaPeach, a reader asks a difficult and delicate subject. What would YOU do if faced with this situation?

Dear TheMochaPeach,

First off, I love your blog girl. I've been a fan for a REALLY long now I have the courage to actually write you. I have a serious matter over here. I've been dating a guy for a minute now. We get along great. He's sweet, kind and has manners. He is sexy as all hell. Let me stress that he's VERY fine. No..FIONE. We've been taking it kinda slow so we haven't rushed into sex...but we've made out a lot. Heavy petting, kissing, fondling..but no sex. Well...last week..we went to romantic dinner and he said he had something "serious" to talk to me about. I was like.."Oh boy..he wants to break up or something.". He started off by saying he cares about me...he wants to be totally honest with me..and doesn't want to lose me. He's never hid anything from me (which is true) and…

NSFW Weekly P0rn Review: A Sexy Musical Interlude

Ok's not really porn per se...LOL..but...This song has been my FAVORITE for a MINUTE now...then to produce such a sexy video with BROWN people (and a natural girl too......a natural girl with the BADUNK of the ancestors)

*Lights a cigarette....*

Wordless Wednesday

Body Art.....

Boys, Toys, and Anal Vibes: A Product Review

Feeling/Not Feeling

Feeling All Things Wonder WomanGetting back into the running swing of thingsI'm almost at my hair goal of "WLH" (waist-length hair). That's amazing..almost 8 years of growing locs...How AMAZING Jennifer Hudson looked and how fly she was at ANY size.....and she was confident with it.Just living my life without any regretsObtaining some goals I've been putting off for yearsLiving a life with no fearKiehl's Mango LipbalmWii FITMy mother's getting stronger everyday..I see it.Making new are never too old to make a new friend.I want to get have a relationship..but right now..I kinda LIKE being alone for a while. I'm at peace. I can eat Nutella alone (LOL).A new cell phone...ASAPHow nice my place is being decorated.....Still believing that marriage is for sure worth it.Being selfish...and right now thats a GOOD thing.

Not Feeling
People not recognizing the difference between "THICK" and "FAT". I'm thick. Not Obese. Gabby Sid…

Wordless Wednesday

How Deep is My Love.... ...of Wonder Woman that is ;)

Wonder Woman, Super Woman and Me

Wonder Woman is no Superwoman (And neither am I)
As a kid, I had an unnatural obsession with Wonder Woman. I would watch the re-runs of the Linda Carter TV show. My mother bought me all kinds of Wonder Woman stuff (including a lunch box that probably is a collector’s item…but I think she tossed it). But my most prized possession…a pair of costume worthy Underoos. Remember Underoos????  (I also had an R2D2/Star Wars one as well....LOL. I am/was a geek for sure....)
I loved those things. I would sleep in them. Wear them to school. Run around in them just in the summer time.. The turning point in my Wonder Woman obsession was when I was about 5 or 6, and on Halloween, on a bitterly cold October day, I wanted to wear my Underoos with my red cowboy boots my Pop-Pop gave me. I got dressed (complete with my mother’s gold bangles and a belt for the Lasso of Truth) ran around the house, opened the front door to go Trick-or-Treating and declared “I’m WONDER WOMAN!”. My mother froze in horror and s…

Seduction: The V-day Haikus

You send me flowers
The petals fresh with dew
Open my flower

Your Lips Wrapped Around A Strawberry So Sweetly I am the whipped cream

I buy lingerie
To turn you on for tonight
It's on.....5 minutes sit across
From me at the table...Here

Kem plays so softly
It is mostly background noise
To our sounds...wet waves.

No gift can compare
To the gift that is your love
Man...I'm so lucky

Your brown skin glistens.
Your tattoos....drenched with our sweat
Tongue traces their path.

My legs are perfect
Compliments to strong shoulders
Stilettos dig deep

Morning mimosas
Quench only the thirst we had
Desire still burns.

TheMochaPeach Is....: A Video Blog

**Editor's Notes: Now I am sure some of you are like.."But wait, Mocha..haven't you been married before??" Yeah So what? I didnt produce any kids from it.  I'm single again. I'm speaking like the SINGLE, childess person I am. Therefore, I want to create a whole family unite: mother, father and child. Husband, Wife and child. Parents and children. *shrug* Had I had some kids..this wouldn't be my conversation. I might even seek a partner WITH kids IF I had kids. This is my truth. I stand firm in it. Yeah I'm you don't like it..bite me (LOL).

To Be Black, Fierce and Lesbian: Coming Out, Dating, Sex and All Things In-Between

(PS: this is NOT the GuestBlogger..LOL) Hey Ya'll!

This week's blog post comes from one of my dear friends, Peachy Keen, over at Sweet Peachy Keen. I've known her since I was flat chested, wore thick glasses. We literally have grown up together and I always thought of her as one of my best and most fondest childhood friends. So trust me when I tell you it was a surprise when I found out after some years later, that she was a lesbian. I was happy she was walking in her truth and loved her for it! (Cause TheMochaPeach is like Gaga...a friend of the gays and a serious fag hag! LMAO!)   I asked her to do a guest blog for me about her coming out story...and after months of procrastination in true Peach style..she finally finished. I hope to give a new perspective on what it's like being black, lesbian and in HotLanta. Enjoy!!!

****** When The Mocha Peach asked me to guest blog, I was ecstatic!But soon, in true procrastinator form, I developed some excuse to well… procrastinate.…

Broken: A Poem

There is an angel on my mantel My mother gave to me. A trinket she found In a gift card shop One summer day. Dressed in yellow with a halo Sweet, chocolate face Hair in a bun And hands in an embrace… Sitting “Indian style” on a bed of daisies It reminded her of me Perfect Until I broke her It was an accident. Except for the crack in her wing She’s perfect. But Broken. I tried to hide it. Move it under some things to distract it. I tried to ignore it. But it just glared at me Obviously wounded. I tried to fix her. Using any cheap glue to mend her. But it didn’t last. And just like this little ceramic angel With her broken wing. I tried to mend the pieces of my heart With any old glue of a guy I could find. He didn’t work. He wouldn’t stay. He was just made of the wrong stuff. I should have known that cheap substitutions just won't do. I tried to hide my heart With a smile and fancy things. I tried to ignore the pain The throbbing deep within that aches to my core. My wing won’t mend. I can’t fly Due to the accident of …