Shhh…! Always live in your truth! Have fun and enjoy your one life! Human sexuality is fluid. It’s natural and is meant to be that way! Do whatever you do sexually with good sense, personal care and safety, with the proper, well-understood consent of potential partners and, when necessary, with a measure of discretion. And remember: You are an adult. There’s never a need to tell anyone (or everyone) about who or what kind of things you’re into or might be willing to experiment and/or get into on the sexuallevel. That kind of information should only remain between you and your selected (and hopefully trusted) partner(s).
I want to thank my friend Christian M. who inspired me to write this article. Christian says, “The best part of getting home from work is vodka in your cup!” Sweet. I’m happy that works for him. As for me, I don’t drink vodka – at least not straight – but I do get his meaning. I know some of my friends like to enjoy a glass of Hennessy cognacbut I have neither liked nor drink that stuff.
For me, the best and usually first part of getting home from work (or from anywhere) is simply and immediately getting naked. Seriously. Clothing for me can sometimes be so… restrictive. (Read my two-part article The Freedom of Nudity to better learn and understand my position on nudity and my clothing-free home lifestyle.) Therefore the moment I enter my home, off go my shoes, socks (if I’m wearing any), shirt, trousers or shorts and undershorts…that is, if I decided to wear a pair of undies that day. (I am and always have been a shameless freeballer.) Alcoholic drinks such as wine, rum, a couple shots of tequila or a beer then become an immediate and better-enjoyable second. 🙂
I can relate to Atlanta comic artist Cory Thomas’ illustration shown in this link but please; after five decades of living and being aware of my world, I see simply a social norm, not any “strange new reality” or “weirdness of being Black” in everyday life for me and other people of color who live and/or work with White people after Donald Trump’s election to the U.S. presidency.
CHECK IT: Though I live, work and play in a valley which consists of any number of closeted and openly racists and bigots, I – unlike some, shall fear no evil mindset, heart, attitude or spiritual character held or expressed by any man, woman or child. For I have been raised, adequately trained, educated, tried and tested to always be on the ready to fearlessly put such people in check and – when necessary, to aggressively further defend myself against any negative mental and/or physical onslaught against my person. In short, one would be most wise not to ever come for me unless I specifically send for them.
*Sigh* I realize this video clip – while seemingly misogynistic, is humor. Of course it is. Still, it gives me cause to express a few things that came to mind while watching this somewhat-funny video clip.
You see, out of the few females to whom I am related (e.g., my foster mothers, sisters, nieces and cousins) and out all of the females whom I either lived with, dated, had for fuck-buddies or the one to whom I was once married, none were morning coffee drinkers – at least they weren’t around me. That worked well for me because I am not a coffee drinker and very much abhor the odor of scented brown water cooking in the morning. Thus, I’ve never met any female (or any male, for that matter) who acted like the woman in the video; persons who for years I’ve been calling “crazy mandatory morning coffee drinking muthafuckas”. Now, as far as the early menstrual cycle days of those females so mentioned is concerned, I think this video holds a great deal of humorous truth. *chuckles*
BTW: I don’t hate people who drink coffee. However, many of them who “simply need” or who “have to have” their morning coffee each day “just to get their day started”, tend to get on my goddamn nerves with their “I gotta have my morning coffee or my day… along with that of everyone else, will be fucked if I don’t!” childish rants, behavior and attitude. Yes, I said it; and I’m not apologizing if anyone reading this article happens to take offense. Consider that I have probably held my attitude against those “crazy mandatory morning coffee drinking muthafuckas” a lot longer than some of those [who have chosen to take offense] have been drinking it! I certainly am not going to change it now.
I’m still seeing postings from social media users who are saying that fifty (50) men and women were killed in last Sunday’s massacre at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando, Florida. Perhaps it’s insignificant but I think details and facts – no matter how minute, are important in situations like this.
Unless any one of the other 53+ people who were wounded or injured in that incident happen to die from their wounds – and I certainly hope each of them survive and has a healthy recovery – although reports say there are a few in that number who remain on the hospital critical condition watch list, the official death count of human victims in that massacre is still at forty-nine (49), not 50!
The FBI and other law enforcement agencies do not consider the perpetrator or antagonist killed in any crime a victim in their death count. This is why they [the FBI] do not – and neither should we – consider Orlando assassin and domestic terrorist Omar Mateen, a victim in that incident. I say this so that in our social media postings and social discussions we can correctly state the true number of people killed in that massacre.
Now, click here or click the photo above to link to an interactive website slide of the still photo from the New York Daily News. The slide shows the name, photo and profile of each of the persons who were murdered Sunday June 12, 2016. Lest there being any misunderstanding, the photo and slide show photos of people;human beings of flesh and blood who, regardless of their sexual orientation, had been living members of our society. They were people who had simply been having a good time; enjoying the American freedom of having a good time with friends, acquaintances and strangers… until their lives were suddenly snatch away needlessly and tragically by… a bullet.