Sex and The Southern Belle

When I was younger... I remember my first best friend..or the person that I called my best friend. Her name was Winter Kingsberry and she was in my 3rd grade class. I think we were drawn to each other because we were sorta outcast. The more popular, bitchy girls didn't care for us, picked on us... and we sorta hung tight, sharing dolls, playing on the playground and reading books in the Library together... I thought surely she'd be my maid of honor in my fake wedding to El Debarge. ...then I transferred schools and we lost touch.. A school where I was intellectually challenged but here I was alone.  Hell..everyone was some kinda kid genius here. For the most part, even if I wasn't friends with them, I had known those people at my first elementary school since Kindergarten. It was a close knit neighborhood school. Now I was being bused across town to attend a very elite Magnet Program school. But I was alone. I tried to make friends..but I don't think it gelled tha...

My mother use to tell me all the time.. "Everyone doesn't deserve a seat in the front-row of your life..." When I was younger, I took that to mean that everyone doesn't need to be involved in the things that you deem important and noteworthy. So much of my life has changed since  I started this blog. And perhaps people feel obligated as longtime readers/friends to want to vice their options and concerns about how I conduct myself. Guess what? You have no rights to do so. No matter how much I've revealed on here. Or anywhere else.. People get beyond nosey and just get downright intrusive. Whether it be my sexy life or the status of my relationship, it really isn't of any of your concern. Case in point, my coworker happened to meet my beau at a work function. The next day, intrusive coworker decided to ask me if we were "on the same level" financially and educationally. This is a woman who doesn't even have a degree but you a...

I have enough friends. I repeat. I have enough fucking friends. Period. So trust me when I tell you it annoys me to no end when I go out with a guy and he goes. “Well…let’s be friends….kick it…chill.” Or I’m looking at the on-line profiles; some dude hits me up wayyyyy across on country and goes “Maybe we can be friends…I know I’m far away” Or I started to date a guy.I already started to fall for him…and he busts out with the “I want to just be friends. We can still be cool” Or you are out in the street minding your own damn business and some bugaboo annoys you and hits you with the “So you cant have no friends??” Hell fucking naw I cant have no friends.  I don’t want to have any friends. I have enough friends. My friend quota is fulfilled. PERIOD. with these same, sorry muthafuckers. Matter of fact, I'm purging those friends as we speak. I’m sick of having friends. If you don’t want to date, get the hell on.   If you aren’t trying to show me off as some arm can...

(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...