Let’s keep doing it for ourselves

The holidays are unfortunately driving everyone insane or on the brink of self-destruction, depending on how painful spending time with the family you’ve been avoiding all year is (Sorry Dad). I was going to write about that but since Twitter exploded thanks in part to a cretinous radio host with an affinity for Ambi cream (Google it and snicker later), the anger and general pettiness I carry inside would not let me. I’m tired of black women being continuously berated, belittle and dismissed unless it serves a purpose to black men. Please read that last sentence over because the next ones coming will neither be kind or favorable to most black men…

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Alcohol-colored glasses

So, against my better judgement, I did something I would NEVER otherwise have done if it weren’t for Old Grand-dad (THE Bourbon of bad decision makers everywhere…or may be just mine.). I’ve never really been the person who fucks/kiss/a person I’ve seriously dated (cause it often leads to confusion and awkward bullshit…which is the cesspool I’m currently bathing in), but yet here I was in the back of the cab, with fucking piece of work (my ex) on the way to my place. UGHHHH!!! Can I just share the general FUUUCCCCCKKKK of this situation.  I knew better when I decided to make out with him but I did it anyways. And now recoiling in extreme confusion, slight disgust with a petty smile (the pettiness in me wants to live and thrive…even in the most bizarre of situations)…

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