Still An Outcast turned 11 today!
styofa doing anything
Acquired Stardust
Jules of Nature

Discoholic 🪩

Cosmic Funnies

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

roma★
Misplaced Lens Cap
cherry valley forever

if i look back, i am lost

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

shark vs the universe
taylor price

pixel skylines

titsay

Andulka
Stranger Things
tumblr dot com
seen from United States
seen from India

seen from Türkiye
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Netherlands

seen from Australia
seen from Canada
seen from Australia
seen from India

seen from Canada
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@comeliashawnae
Still An Outcast turned 11 today!

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
So with everything going on with the release of the commercial for the little mermaid I have to show everybody this tattoo again. It was Friday the 13th. Two days after my 29 birthday. I was there for three or four hours. I was in the chair for maybe 40 minutes. $60 well spent. Four years later I still get compliments for this. Four years later it still looks amazing. Four years later and we get a commercial for Halle Bailey playing Ariel. The same year I got this tattoo it was announced that she would be playing the live action version of Ariel. I was over the moon then I’m damn sure excited now. Especially with all the reaction videos of these little black girls with the big smiles on their faces seeing this redhead dreaded black mermaid. Like seriously I’m crying like crazy. They probably feel the same way I felt when I found out that Brandy was going to be Cinderella and Whitney Houston would be her godmother. That was the best thing I got to experience as a child. And not to mention that version of Cinderella is considered one of the best live action versions. these generation of little girls get to experience this. My nieces get to experience this and I am so happy for them. So all these racist comments are really blowing my mind when this was announced three years ago. They let it drop that it would be a live action Ariel three years ago and then Halle Bailey would be Ariel. The rumors never stopped the production never stopped you even saw a footage slip online every now and again showing you that it was indeed happening and Halle Bailey, an African-American woman, would be playing the leading role as Ariel. her playing this title character is going to impact generations to come. Just like Brandy did 25 years ago. I am looking forward to this movie next year, my son will be a year old I will be taking him to come see that along with my nieces.
You were conceived on the last night of the waning moon. The waning gibbous moon. Or to put it simply enough the last quarter moon. Six days into the year of 2021 and I was hoping for it to be better than the year 2020. So isolated and locked in. 2020 was such a blur so it was my mission to make 2021 better. I guess you were meant to make 2021 better.
According to the stars, astronomy, the universe, astrology whatever you wanna call it. The lunar phase is a very fertile time. Unbeknown to me and daddy.
January 6th was just a day. It started off as a regular day anyway. I went to work and then all day on the news and the internet was telling the crazy, scary, story about the capital riots. A bunch of very mean people went to a very important building and tried to hurt a lot of innocent people. In between downtime at work I was getting online and watching video clips of everything and seeing all the scariness of what was happening.
That really made me think “wow so this is how we’re starting 2021.”
Nobody cared about the safety of others. They went from complaining about having to wear a mask to “they stole our election so we have to take it back.”
Selfishness and greed is what I saw that day. It angered me so much. When I got home the very first thing I did was get on my computer and make a vlog about the capital riots.
While recording that video I was not thinking about my future kids. I was not thinking about anything. I was just angry. At that very moment I was angry. I was angry at the white privilege I was seeing. I was angry at the hypocrisy I was seeing. I was angry at the double standards I was witnessing. If anything I was thankful that I didn’t have children yet to witness this chaoticness.
Maybe everybody was acting crazy because of the moon. Maybe that lunar phase was messing with everybody’s brains. The last quarter moon is known to do that. The night before the full moon is known to change people.
In the case of me and daddy, it definitely did.
Time went by and I was still upset about the capital riots and decided I wanted to do a more detailed vlog. I was trying to get your Uncle Nathan to do it with me. He kept prolonging it and then eventually canceled on so me and Auntie Tasha did it instead. That happened in mid to late January. Also around that time I started to notice Titan getting very clingy. More than usual to be exact. I questioned that, but ultimately ignored it.
Then at the beginning of February I started getting a weird metal taste in my mouth. I was very confused about that. A few of those chocolate eggs were out, maybe I accidentally ate the foil. I had made myself mimosas with champagne and orange juice. Maybe some of the foil wrapper fell into my glass and I drink it by accident. That’s what I kept telling myself. Because nothing else made sense. It tasted like aluminum was just in my mouth. I don’t know what made me look it up but I looked it up. The first thing that came up was some type of sinus infection. No stuffy nose no runny nose. So I know that wasn’t it. The second thing that popped up was pregnancy. Momma was in denial and I ignored that. Because how? But once it was in my head and I couldn’t ignore that.
This was February 9. I got off work at 3 PM that day. I came straight home. Daddy and I had got into an argument the night before because he threw out my cream puff pastries. I went ballistic on your father for throwing out my cream puff pastries. I honestly knew I was going a tad bit overboard but I couldn’t stop myself from being angry. That probably should’ve been a major sign for everybody. So we were still somewhat annoyed at each other. Daddy had also broken his phone during this time so he had left and just said he’d be back. I have two phones my regular iPhone and then my TracFone that I use for my photography. He didn’t take either phone with him that day. So your Grandpa Tim called looking for daddy and I let him know he had stepped out. I did not tell your Grandpa Tim the discovery that was going in my head.
After I hung up with Grandpa Tim I went to the bathroom and took a little test. I was not expecting the results that I got. I took the test and immediately walked out of the bathroom to call your Big Mama. Not about the test. Not about the potential of you. I just needed to talk to your Big Mama about other stuff. I did not let her know what I was doing. Me and Big Mama were talking for those three minutes. You changed my entire world in three minutes. Three minutes everything changed. As I was still on the phone with your Big Mama I walked back into the bathroom and I saw two red lines. My jaw dropped and I gasped. Your Big Mama was not paying attention to the change in my voice. Your Big Mama did not hear me gasp. Your Big Mama was still rambling about something and my head was in a whirlwind. She was still talking but then eventually said something, I said "OK" and we hung up. I stared at those two lines in complete awe for about five minutes or so. I actually had a total of three test. So I took a second one and I did not leave the room on that one. I sat there and watched those two lines appear, quite quickly. Four dark hard red lines. It was official, there was a baby in me. Like I said daddy’s phone was broken so your Nana called me looking for him. I was very nervous to tell your Nana. I really can’t remember what Nana wanted daddy for. My head was still in a whirlwind at that point. Especially looking at two different tests and both of them were positive. Right as your Nana was about to hang up I stopped her and told her I needed to tell her something. At that point those words have not left my mouth. At this point 20 minutes or so have gone by and I finally said the words “I’m pregnant.”
Your Nana was very surprised. But excited. Before your Nana called I was trying to call back Big Mama. But she didn’t answer. So after I hung up with Nana I texted a picture to Auntie Amelia. Auntie Amelia called back very quickly. Auntie Amelia, just like your Nana, was also very surprised. (And then she ended up surprising me a few months later.)
Then your Big Mama finally video called me back. I hung up with Auntie Amelia and I showed Big Mama the positive test. Big Mama had the biggest smile on her face. She did not hide her excitement at all. Her exact words were “well I’m excited” and started laughing. Your Uncle Nathan and Uncle Reggie had already made her a grandma. She was very excited that it was finally my turn. Your Big Mama was very excited for you.
As we were still on the phone your daddy came home. I got nervous and ran back into the bathroom and shut the door. Big Mama told me to stop acting like that and go tell him. Baby, Momma was very nervous at that moment. But I told her OK and we hung up and I grabbed one of the tests and walked out of the bathroom.
I walked out of the bathroom holding a positive pregnancy test.
Daddy didn’t know it was positive but he did say that I seemed different. Of course, he was very suspicious when I ran back into the bathroom like a weirdo. But when I came out the bathroom holding that test, he knew everything was different. Daddy’s words, “Yes, no? What does that mean?”
As he was doing thumbs up thumbs down hand motions. I looked at him as the tears started to form and said “We’re having a baby!”
Your daddy ran to me and hugged me tightly and cried like crazy. I was officially crying as well. He followed me to the bathroom and I showed him the other test. For good measure I took a third test. They were a dollar each and I wanted to be sure. We both tried calm ourselves enough to call Grandpa Tim on facetime. Daddy was still crying a bit when Grandpa Tim answered which made him think something was wrong. Daddy sniffled and said that everything was fine.
“You’re gonna be a grandpa.”
Everyone was surprised, just let me say that. But in a good way. A very good way. Grandpa Tim smiled and was very happy. Now how I told your Pops was funny. You are his 8th grandchild, which made me think of an old tv show. So I called him and said “is eight enough?”
“What?” he said.
“Is eight enough?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Grand baby number 8”
“By who?”
“By me!”
“Stop playing”
I laughed then he said he’d call back. He didn’t. Pops was very happy. Next I texted your Uncles and Auntie Tasha a picture of the tests. Uncle Nathan responded first, very confused. I just responded “Yes.”
Still confused he said “Yes what?”
“It’s my turn to make you an Uncle.”
He sent a bunch of fainting GIFs, so did Uncle Boochee. Auntie Tasha said she was flabbergasted, but in a good way. Then Uncle Nathan kept suggesting a bunch of odd names for you. But anyway, I went to the clinic the next morning and saw you for the very first time, you were 5 weeks old. Daddy and I both had the same question. Was that little dot for sure a baby? The nurses confirmed you were there. I cried. Then I asked what your due date was, at first they thought you would be here on Daddy’s birthday. That definitely made me cry more. The nurse asked was that a bad thing, I tried to talk but couldn’t stop crying. So Daddy, with tears in his eyes, answered for us. Saying it’d be pretty cool for you two to share a birthday. They asked me to come back in 2 weeks to get a better view of you. So for 2 weeks I told no one else. For 2 weeks. Well your Big Mama told Auntie Donna cuz she was excited. She does that.
But I did tell my job, they needed to know. But other aunts, uncles, and cousins did not know. And the 6th and 7th had two different gatherings. Your big cousin Jekira’s birthday party, and Uncle Troy did a small gathering for the Superbowl. You were there the whole time and I didn’t know. Singing happy birthday eating cupcakes one day. Then watching football and eating chicken wings the next day. And you were along for the ride the whole time.
My Facebook announcement was simple picture of Titan next to a sign. Stoney had hurt his back the day of the Superbowl so I left him with Pops to recover. That was the only Facebook announcement I had made in those 2 weeks was Stoney getting hurt and a picture of him with the cone of shame. But that picture of Titan, that caught attention. It had snowed real bad and black ice covered the roads so everything got put back on lockdown pretty much. All I did was go to work, and take a picture. The picture was Titan sitting next to a sign that said
“Someone’s Gonna Be A Big Brother Oct 2021!” and the caption read
“I didn’t get into the snow too much last week just enough to take this picture.”
I fell asleep and hour later I woke up to a crazy amount of notifications. Lots were shocked. Lots were happy. Daddy's auntie simply said “About time.”
We got another ultrasound earlier that day. I had the biggest smile on my face as Daddy and I posed for a picture. That caption said “Yes its real! Due in October possibly on or around his birthday!”
Everyone was so happy about you.
Then in May Daddy got the next best day of his life. The day we found out you were a boy. We decided on the baseball theme. Uncle Nathan was the only one to know. I knew he could keep a secret. Daddy was so anxious, but the second he saw that blue powder burst out, the pride on his face, the cheer he let out. I was overjoyed. Everyone kept asking what I was hoping for, I just wanted you to be healthy and happy. That is still all I want. But that look on Daddy’s face was everything. The happiness from pouring from him was my ultimate joy. The ultimate joy for our baby boy.
We're having a baby boy!
Desmond James Roy Dowd. That is your name. Your 2 middle names derive from 3 of your great grandfathers. James was Big Mama’s daddy’s first name; it was also Pops daddy’s middle name. Roy is Grandpa Tim’s daddy’s name. Desmond is your name. We found it on a name site. It's actually of Irish decent, but considered old school in the black community. After much discussion we decided on that name. You daddy will have the same initials.
---I went in for a scheduled induction on 10-17-2021 at 8pm. 5 days after your due date. Minor contractions all night even, after a cervix pill. By morning, thanks to IV drips, the contractions got stronger. So strong it was time for the epidural. As much as that hurt I almost thought about going natural, but once it was done and I was numb we just waited for your arrival. After almost 10 hours of labor I had barely made it 6cm, then you had a bm and it was, strongly, suggested to get a C-Section. Your safety was my number one concern at that point, cuz swallowing could cause something major.
Daddy got handed some scrubs and we were wheeled away to the OR. I can’t really describe what was going thru my head. Excitement that you were finally gonna be here, nervous because Big Mama wasn’t allowed in there with me. But Daddy, to my surprise, stayed calm enough for both of us. There was music playing, Michael Jackson, not sure why, but it kept me calm. This was a major surgery for me. The only thing I had done before this was my minor foot surgery where my little toe was cut off. Always where your shoes outside, that’s how I lost my toe.
Completely numb, I felt every single punch and poke, according to Big Mama said it wasn’t that long. I honestly can’t remember if the let me know you were actually coming out or not, I just know I felt them press on the top of my stomach and officially knew you were coming. I just started crying my eyes out. Absolutely nothing to do with pain, pure tears of joy. As I was crying I heard more crying, I heard you crying. They pulled down the drape and I saw you for the first time.
At 4:12 pm on 10-18-2021, 6 days after your due date, you entered this world.
8lbs 2oz and 20 3/4 inches.
They asked Daddy to cut your cord, he was scared, but eager. I heard you cry that entire time. They put you in my arms and I could not stop crying. You curled up to my neck and started sucking your thumb. I heard Daddy talking, but I'm not sure what he said. I looked at him and said, “We just had a baby.”
He kissed my forehead thru his mask in agreement.
You were conceived on the night on the waning moon. The last quarter moon, the first last quarter moon of 2021. The moon of the libra. The moon made for your daddy, and you. You’re a libra like your daddy. Your sign is represented by the scales. You balance things. Your element sign is air. Without air fire can’t breathe. Air makes the fire stronger. You've definitely made me stronger. Your planet is Venus. The detriment planet is Mars. Mars is my planet. Also like me, you’re a cardinal sign. God sent you to me knowing we’d match on some level. But you’ll be your daddy’s BFF. That’s his plan anyway. Two Libra’s, two sets of scales, two bursts on wind. You and Daddy.
You were born on the waxing gibbous moon. This moon was for my sign. My organs were more sensitive during this time, but you, my libra child, balanced everything out. You kept me safe.
You came 6 days past your due date. Daddy and I were nervous. I’m thinking that’s why you waited. You prolonged to get us ready. We’re ready.
You were convinced on the last night of the waning moon, and then was born in the middle of the waxing moon. 2 days before the full moon. And by the light of the moon I shall protect you.
So 12 years ago Barack Obama was sworn in as America’s first African-American president.
12 years ago things could’ve been really different. 12 years ago we almost had our first female Vice President. That’s a reason why I can never really hate Sarah Palin. Though I don’t agree with the republican party, 12 years ago was going to be a historic election no matter which way it went. We were either going to have a biracial man as our first president or we were gonna have a Madame vice president.
And today, 12 years later, not only did we finally get that female vice president, she is a woman of color. She is a woman of Indian dissent. She is a woman of Jamaican dissent. She is a child of immigrants. I cannot stress that part enough.
Those are some of the main reasons why people dislike Donald Trump so much with the cages and the immigration laws and the restrictions.
Kamala Harris is proof on what those children of immigrants can grow up to be. Her parents came to this country for a change, for freedom, I don’t think neither one of them saw this happening. But I know for a fact that’s a proud daddy right now! I know that her momma is smiling down at her right now!
Those children of immigrants, who had to watch their parents get deported, are watching this right now and saying I’m going to grow up to be her and I’m gonna make a difference.
These parents come here and have these children here so those children can have a chance to be what Kamala Harris is. These parents come here so their kids have a chance to be something important. Kamala Harris is proof you can be whatever you want to be.
Kamala Harris is proof that hard work gets you where you need to be.
Kamala Harris is proof that a child of immigrants are not a waste, they’re not dirty, they’re not anchor babies. They are humans, they are amazing, they are spectacular and they are going to change the world!
Jared Padalecki is Walker, premiering Thursday, January 21. Stream next day free only on The CW!
forget supernatural, this is a remake of the legendary Chuck Norris!!
CHUCK NORRIS!!!
This is dangerous to do. they tried this too many times with other shows and they’ve never panned out.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Stop being hypocritical
So to vote for Trump because he’s “against abortion” is not a good reason. Let’s be real, he’d probably have a shitload more kids and grandkids. I’m sure there’s women out there who could tear down this whole “anti-abortion” thing.
I’ll admit I don’t support abortion for women who do them for selfish reasons. I said what I said. Especially if the man wants to be a father to that child. I said what I said. But I understand those women who are in abusive relationships, those men’s opinions are irrelevant. And I definitely understand rape victims.
But then to say those women can always give those babies up for adoption would solve everything.
Oh strongly agree, yet “good Christians” seem to have an idea on what an “ideal couple” should be. If a 26-year-old woman finds out she’s pregnant and the father couldn’t care less about her or the baby and a friend tells her she knows a couple looking to adopt and would gladly take care of the baby, problem solved, right? Wrong!
Cuz again “good Christians” have a major problem with it being a gay couple. “Good Christians” would have a major problem with one or both parents being transgendered. You can’t claim not hate LGBT people when you wanna deny them basic human rights, because you don’t think it’s right for two men to be parents.Why? Because they’re going to influence said child to be gay or trans? Yet, gay and trans people come from heterosexual parents. What are we really trying to say? Because what I’m getting is that a baby would be better off growing up in the overcrowded foster care system, because the “abomination” of having two moms would be more harmful. What I’m getting is having a mom who’s transgender would be more confusing to said child. But that’s just me.
There are so many tragic stories about foster care because some people were 1 of 10 foster kids living in a 3 bedroom house and others were, sadly, abused. Now I’ve seen random post online about people talking about those who were abused in foster care. Not their own personal experience, and they use those stories to defend abortion rights. No, I’m not gonna agree that anyone should’ve been aborted because that’s just fucking mean to say. Especially the people who were severely abused and went through bouts of depression. But I’m sure they look back and say if a gay or trans couple wanted to adopt them they definitely would have taken that over the traumatic childhood they did have. Those kids just want to be loved and to be cared for. Truthfully, the government should not stand behind these bullshit views if they’re gonna deny gay and trans couples the rights to adopt cuz they believe those kids are better off waiting for that “perfect couple” to come. Donald Trump claims to be religious but I’ve yet to actually see that. People love preaching bible versus when it comes to homosexuality and transgenders, but completely ignore the sins they commit everyday. If a transgender woman is married to a biological man then no one has a right to say she can’t be a mother. To call a 16-year-old a murderer for wanting an abortion, despite the fact she was raped by a perverted uncle so she shouldn’t take her anger out on the product of it. But it’s ok for her to go thru more pain from childbirth? It’s not. The subject of the rights to abortion isn’t anyone else’s business and it’s never an easy decision for the women who have had one. Two men can’t be parents because kids need a mother. But those mothers didn’t want those kids. Those kids will gladly take two fathers. They’ll gladly take stability. They’ll gladly take love. Trans women are real women. Trans women are real mothers.
Please be smart this election. If you think abortion is wrong, that is your right. But if you to say that gay or trans couples should not adopt those unwanted babies because that’s not right either. Then what the hell do you want?
Chadwick Boseman, the man who brought "Black Panther" to life, has died.
To my friends
To my friends that love me,
Thanks for always letting me be me.
To my friends that became family,
Thanks for welcoming me.
To my friends that I love,
Thanks for being my sisters.
To my friends that I lost contact with,
I’m sorry for not keeping in touch.
To my friends who grew distant,
I do still think about you.
To my friends that I grew estranged with,
I hope you miss me too.
To my childhood neighborhood friends,
I hate that things had to change.
To my elementary school friends,
It sucks that we moved away.
To my middle school friends,
It sucks that we had to grow up.
To my high school friends,
Thanks for building a bond.
To my high school freshman friends,
Thanks for being so kind.
To my high school senior friends,
Thanks for not letting me be lonely.
To my old work friends,
I do miss seeing you.
To my old coworkers,
I’ll always treasure our fun times.
To the people I loved working with,
I’m sorry I had to go.
Now, to my “so called friends.”
I forgive you for the things you did.
To my fake friends,
I honestly wish the best for you.
To the “friends” who were just mean to me,
I wish no bad on you.
To the friends that had to leave,
I miss you.
To the friends I had to leave,
I hope life got better for you.
To the associates and the acquaintances,
I appreciate all your kindness.
To all my Internet friends,
Y’all do mean a lot to me.
To my friends that love me,
Thanks for always letting me be me.
To my friends that became family,
Thanks for welcoming me.
To my friends that I love,
Thanks for loving me.
“I get it,” Linda said. “I thought me and my college sweetheart were gonna get married. It took me longer then I wanna admit to get over him. But I eventually did. I’m 33 years old and I’m living the best of my life without him and for a long time I didn’t think I ever would.”
“It’s not that,” I said. “I mean it sorta is. Girl, I don’t know. It all seems like so much. I think I’m just overreacting.”
“But you said he grabbed your hand,” Linda stated.
“He did,” I said. “But come on. Look at him and look at me. He’s not attracted to me. He couldn’t be.”
“Girl,” Linda huffed. “If I ever see yo ex I’m giving him the ass whooping you should’ve let yo brother handle.”
I just stared at her. Benson never downed me but never built me up too much either.
“I really wish that dude was not your first.” She said.
“Well he wasn’t my very first,” I said softly.
“What?”
Oh crap, she heard me.
“Nothing,” I said. “It was a long time ago, just forget it.”
“Bitch,” Linda said in a huff. I smiled and looked at her. “Talk.”
“It was my senior prom,” I said with a sigh.
“Of course it was.” She said with a smile.
“Yeah. My date and I had a great time,” I said. “But the kicker, he and his girlfriend, since freshman year, had broken up like a month beforehand. And before you say anything no, I wasn’t his rebound, nor did I feel like one. He and I had always been friends and it was senior year. You only get that once.”
“Ok,” she said.
“It was right before the last song.” I continued, “And I noticed throughout the night that they kept stealing glances at each other. So I pulled him aside and asked who saw himself coming to our 10-year reunion with. He just smiled and kissed my cheek and walked to her.”
“You weren’t upset?” Linda asked.
“At true love?” I responded. “Of course not, and FYI they are still together with 3 kids. They’re happily married and still won the cutest couple at our reunion last year. I’m happy for them.”
“But after you guys made out, I feel like I’m missing something,” Linda said.
“We were at a very expensive hotel so a few people got together and rented a couple of rooms at another hotel about 4 blocks away. After the last song my date came back and asked if I still wanted to hit up the party. At that point, I decided if I’m gonna be dateless I might as well get drunk, right. But I left my purse in the ballroom so I went back inside to get it and there he was.”
“Who?” Linda asked.
“Devan,” I answered with a smile. “He and I were neighbors up until 6th grade until he moved to another neighborhood that caused him to switch Junior High Schools, but it was still the same High School district.”
“So what happened?”
“He had my purse in his hand and jokingly said that all my $2 was still in it. I laughed and told him it was $3 and he owed me. Then he asked what happened with my date and I told him. He felt bad for me and said that I at least deserved a last dance, so he pulled out his phone and started to play music.”
“Really?”
“Yes, girl really,” I said smiling at the memory. “He reached his hand out to me and I took it. The lights were still dim and no one else was there but us.”
“That sounds beautiful,” Linda said.
“It was,” I said. “It’s safe to say he was my first crush. But never did I think he liked me back. We were still dancing when we heard someone call my name. We turned to the entrance and saw my prom date. Devan yelled back, “Aye man, she good,” and waved him off. My date apologized and smiled then disappeared.”
I looked at Linda and saw her smiling at me, I’m sure my smile was just as big.
“That really was a great night,” I said. “Devan asked me did I remember our first school dance. I did, were in 5th grade and he was the first boy I ever danced with. That’s definitely when the crush became real, but I was 11 and too scared to do anything other than dance with him. Then he admitted he was just as nervous back then as kids because he had really wanted to kiss me.”
I took a deep breath reliving the moment.
“My best friend had a crush on me too, but we were kids and too scared to do anything other than dance,” I said with a laugh. “7 years later he finally worked up the courage to make that move.”
I paused thinking of that moment. Devan’s face so close to mine. After all this time, that still made me smile.
“It was 3 weeks before my 18th birthday and I finally got my first kiss,” I admitted. “After he said he wanted to kiss me as kids, he looked at me and smiled when he saw the surprised look on my face. Then without another word, he leaned forward and kissed me.”
Linda just gave another smile and nodded her head for me to continue.
“I don’t know how long we were kissing,” I said. “I just know we were interrupted by the lights coming on and a couple of janitors looking a little flustered when they saw us. We laughed and went to the party. We didn’t stay long, maybe had a couple of shots then left. We stopped and got some burgers then went to the park. There’s a hill that overlooks the city and we just sat on the hood of his car and stared off into the night.”
I smiled more to myself than to Linda. That really was a great night.
“When we finished eating,” I continued. “He grabbed everything, dumped them into a trash can and came back over to me. I was still sitting on his car and kissed me again. He knew he’d given me my first kiss, so he knew not to go outta my comfort zone. But how well can anyone really control teenage hormones?”
“But you said your ex,” Linda started.
“Was the only person I’ve ever had full intercourse with, yes,” I said staring off in memory. “Devan's hands slid up my dress a bit and he stopped kissing to ask if it was ok and once I said yes that’s all he needed. He didn’t go too far, just touched over my stockings, stimulation only. Other things happened later.” I said with a grin. “Devan was the first person to perform oral on me, as he was the first I performed oral on.” I said looking back at Linda. “And that my dear lady, pretty much sums how I spent that summer.”
“So you don’t count that as a relationship?” she asked.
“It never felt right to call Devan my boyfriend,” I answered. “We didn’t make a big deal about it. We never went on real dates. Kinda just hung out and did things. All the benefits with no commitment, plus we knew it wouldn’t last forever, he’d been accepted to Ohio State, while I was accepted to TSU.”
“But you guys could’ve tried,” Linda said.
“I guess we didn’t want that,” I said honestly. “He was my best friend, I cherished that more.”
“Where is he now?” she asked.
“The last time he and I talked was a year ago,” I said. “Online. It was a good conversation though, Benson and I were good at the time and I bragged about that for a bit. He was single at the time. Team No Kids, he told me proudly. He travels a lot for work so he missed the reunion. We hadn’t talked in a few years prior to that. We both just got busy with life, thank goodness for the internet, right.”
“No regrets?” she asked.
“I’ll never regret the best summer of my life,” I said. “Was I sad to see him get on that plane, of course, I was. Was I sad when he couldn’t make it home for the holidays, still yes. But I also understood he had goals he wanted to reach, so did I. I was working two jobs at one point, and going to school fulltime, I didn’t have time for a relationship.”
“Maybe you still don’t,” Linda said. I gave her a curious look. “Maybe what you need is another summer, because the way your face lit up as you were telling me that story you truly wanna make time for something like that again.”
“I was 18, I don’t think I can relive that again,” I said.
“The realization that you had a breakup or just being carefree again?” she asked simply.
“It wasn’t a breakup,” I said defensively because it wasn’t. I loved him, but surely not like I loved a family member. He was my best friend. He’ll always have a place in my heart. Neither one of us tried to put a label on it, we actually never talked about it. We just had fun together, why complicate things?
But this, now, is different, completely different.
“I meant I’m too old for a fling, come on, I’m almost 30,” I said. “A childhood friend and a pro boxer?”
“Says you,” Linda said. “Maybe this time, how bout you not make excuses.”
I started to say something, but she stopped me.
“So your relationship back then wasn’t serious, that’s ok.” She said. “But maybe you don’t need serious. Maybe you just need fun, because you’re right, you’re not 18 anymore, you’re 29 and just got outta your first serious relationship. You definitely don’t want your ex back, but you definitely want something.”
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t nod or shake my head in agreement or disagreement. Just soaked it all in. Linda wasn’t trying to make me feel bad, that I understood, just left me feeling more confused. I know that wasn’t her intent either.
“Look,” Linda said, “We have the next two days off, let’s go enjoy ourselves tonight.”
“I could really go for a drink,” I said.
“Alright, let me get to my room, check on you in like 30 minutes?” she said climbing off my bed. I climbed off and nodded timidly.
“Or we could order room service and order movies?” she suggested sensing something from me.
“I’d rather be out on a dance floor,” I said truthfully.
“Ok,” she said with a warm smile. “30 minutes?”
“I’ll be ready in 20,” I said heading to the bathroom.
“Cool, I’ll shoot you a text in a few,” she shouted leaving my room.
I had just walked out of the shower when my hotel phone rang.
Weird, I thought. Linda would have no reason to call my hotel phone. None of us did. Without thinking twice about it I answered on the third ring.
“Hey, girl I just stepped out the shower, gimmie ten more minutes,” I said.
“Really,” said a man’s voice with a thick accent. “That sounds like a nice visual.”
“Juergen?”
“Yes, how are you?” he said.
“Um..fine,” I said, very shocked. “Was just gonna head out for a bit. Take in the scenery.”
Did I just say that?
“Yes, those passes I gave you guys should hold up for your entire stay here.” He said. “But I was thinking that because you had to leave dinner early last night maybe we could have drinks at my place,”
I heard myself gulp, like a literal gulp. Oh crap. Dinner in public was one thing, but drinks at his house were a whole new level of termination that I could not afford.
“Michela are you still there?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Great,” he said, I’m not sure why. “I’ll send car for you.”
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“You said yes for drinks here in my home,” he said.
“No, I meant yes I was still on the phone.” I stammered. “But the other thing…”
“What is problem?” he asked. His voice wasn’t demanding or angry, a little disappointed maybe, but not angry. For some odd reason, I did not want to disappoint this man. Before I could stop myself.
“Yes, I can come,” I said. What the hell?
“Very good,” he said. “The car should be there soon. See you then.”
He hung up before I could get another word in. Oh shit, what did I just do?
A few minutes later there was a knock on my door, I opened to see Linda dressed up and ready to go for a night of bar hopping. When she saw I was still in my robe her look of happiness quickly turned sour.
“Um didn’t you say 20 minutes?” she asked with her hand on her hip.
“Juergen just called me,” I said quietly.
“What?” she said quickly stepping into my room.
“Bitch, yes,” I said slamming the door. “He said that since I had to leave early last night that we should have a do-over with drinks at his place. Bitch I’m so fired.”
“No, you ain’t.” She said, surprisingly calm. “Elaine had to do a quick trip to England, Blake is still at the office, and for all everyone else knows, me and you are hitting the town tonight.”
“Linda,” I started.
“Michela,” she said. “Juergen Yugo asked you to his house for drinks, how many times can you say that happened to you?”
“I’m not exactly gonna scream it from the rooftops,” I said sarcastically.
“Exactly,” she said. “He has a reputation, and you have a job. The last thing he needs media distraction and he knows you’re not gonna break any secret between you two if that means losing your job.”
“So he’s blackmailing me?” I asked and began biting my thumbnail, a nervous habit I’ve never seemed to outgrow.
“He likes you and he doesn’t want a million people in his business.” She said simply. “Michela, come on now girl. No, you’re not 18 anymore, but tell me, truthfully, how are you feeling?”
I stared at her with my nail still in my mouth. I didn’t answer immediately. A swarm of emotions came over me and voice that sounded like mine said “Excited.”
Wait that was my voice.
I pulled my thumb out of my mouth and threw my hands to my side and looked Linda in her face.
“I’m excited,” I said. “And nervous, what the hell does he want with me?”
“Go there and find out,” Linda said with a smile. She then headed to my closet and rumbled around before turning back to me with a black lace shirt in her hand. “But first, put this on.”

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Earlier today I was doing a notary for a pastor. She said she left her church because it was getting too liberal because they were letting gays join.
I was not going to respond.
I was not going to respond.
But I’m 100% sure my face gave it away. She asked how my mother would feel about that. I told her my mother is pretty tolerable. As am I.
She went on to ask me more questions about how I feel. I let her know that I’m truly accepting of anyone and everyone and that more people need to be like that. Yes I told a pastor she needs to be more accepting because shunning out anyone in the LGBT community leads to, the already, high suicide rate among those teens and adults.
I let her know that for them it’s already hard coming to terms with their own sexuality and the last thing they need to be is cast out by their family especially if they were raised in religious households.
She immediately responded that she’s never shunned anyone and definitely doesn’t want anyone to ever take their own life.
She definitely respected my feelings on what I said to her. She also said it was definitely meant for her to meet me today. In those 10 minutes of meeting me her attitude changed in those few minutes. Whether it was temporary or whether I had an impact on her, she took the time to listen and she took the time to understand.
Honestly if more people were just willing to listen the world would be a better place. All it takes is for one person to listen and to just understand.
People are people, whether you agree with their lifestyles or not, people are people. Words hurt and some of those words hurt so deep that people even take their own lives because of those harsh words.
You may not have to like it but the least you can do is respect somebody else’s life especially if it does not effect yours.
Happy Halloween
Just a night
There have been so many songs about just a night,
But hey, you gotta admit everything about it is always right.
Whether it was the first kiss or the first time,
Because for just a night, someone calls you “mine.”
Because for just a night you want to be with no one else,
Because for just a night, you find something new you’ve never felt.
Because for that time everything went so well,
Filled with special secrets you knew no one would tell.
So many things can happen in just a night,
Like when it was almost over, but then you put up one last fight.
For just a night, nothing is ever what it seems,
Just because it’s at night, doesn’t mean it’s always a dream.
The touch of a hand, the feel of lips,
Eyes closed tight, embracing a kiss.
Heart beating fast, air leaving your body
Side eye to the bed, thoughts become naughty.
All so worth it, if only just a night
Because it truly does feel so right.
The goosebumps on your skin, the twinkle in your eyes,
Being called his “girl,” being called her “guy.”
We know how the world can be, cold, harsh, and mean,
So for just a night, things are calm and serene.
The moon shining down, the stars burning bright,
You and that special person, together for just a night.
The future is unknown and can give you such a fright,
More reason to enjoy the moment, if only just a night.
A night with Juergen Yugo part 2
He grabbed my thighs and hiked me up. I felt the bulge growing between his legs rub against me. I grabbed his arms, I did not want to let go. His hands moved everywhere, on my neck, on my waist, down my thighs. He started slowly grinding on me. He put his lips to my neck and his teeth pierced my skin. My legs started to shiver. This feeling of lust was stronger than I’ve ever felt before. I did not want this moment to end. Juergen, suddenly, pulled away from me and leaned back, he looked so tall and gorgeous. He tossed his hat off and then slowly pulled his shirt off. Not like this sight is nothing new, but this was not in a gym with 20 other people. This was him and I alone in his apartment. This was him with me rubbing my hands over those perfectly sculpted abs. This was him sitting on top of me letting me admire his body. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up for another kiss, those lips tasted so sweet. With my legs still open and wrapped around his waist, he leaned further back and in one swift move, I was on top of him. His hands went lower and give my ass a light slap then slid up my shirt. More goosebumps formed on my skin. He reached back down and started pulling my shirt up. Apart of me wanted to stop him, but another part really wanted to go farther. Oh how badly I wanted to go farther. But I resisted a bit, just the thought of being shirtless, I was always nervous about that. About what someone would think of my body. He felt my hesitation and stopped kissing me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered and tugged at my shirt. “Let me see all of you.”
My heart, if possible, began racing faster. He started kissing my neck and continued pulling up and my shirt. And just like that my shirt was over my head and on to the floor.
“There you are,” he whispered with his hands moving down my back. “So beautiful.”
I felt my body shaking, but I had no control to make myself stop. I grabbed his shoulders hoping that would help. He wrapped his arms tighter around me, a moan escaped my mouth. With that being the consent he needed, in another swift move, he was back on top of me. I felt myself sink into the couch; it was soft as he pressed his hard body against me. His kisses were so appetizing, his hands moved on my breast and he squeezed. Another moan left my mouth and entered his, which seemed to arouse Juergen more. He hands slid over me, as I slid my hands down his biceps then back up to his neck. He grabbed my arms and pinned them over my head. My body couldn’t stop shaking.
“It’s ok,” he whispered with his lips still pressed against mines. He teased me with his tongue as it did a quick slide over my bottom lip, another moan followed. With one of his hands holding my arms above my head the other made its way back down to my breast and underneath my bra. His mouth went to my neck; I just kept my eyes closed. This feeling of euphoria is something I’ve never experienced.
This is Juergen Yugo. He’s so enamored with my body. He’s calling me beautiful. He’s showing me that he appreciates my body, flaws and all. With his lips still kissing my neck I felt his hand go under me and fiddle with my bra hook. I felt the hooks come apart then both his hands made their way on my shoulders and pulled my bra over my head then dropped it on the floor.
“There you are.” He repeated. “You are so beautiful,”
Then he began kissing my breast. I’m assuming this is what drugs felt like. This high I’m getting right now is unexplainable. His tongue flicking back and forth on my nipples then he began biting. It was intoxicating. Unknowingly, my hands were still above my head. I hesitated to move them, but once he felt my hand on his shoulders he grabbed my hands and placed them back over my head. This type of domination he’s showing is incredible. He stopped kissing my neck and kissed my lips once more.
“Come,” he beckoned climbing off the couch still holding my hands. I did as I was told and followed him.
I’m here, I’m shirtless, and Juergen, also shirtless, is pulling me into a back room. I began taking deep breaths as he guided us through his apartment, he turned away just to open the door to his bedroom. He clicked on the lights and revealed his king size bed. He played with lights a bit to leave a perfect halo around the bed.
This is it, I thought, No turning back now.
He turned to face me again and kissed me more aggressively than before.
“Go to the bed and take off pants, but leave on panties.” He instructed. That tone in his voice was so demanding I had to obey. I walked to the edge and turned back to face him. The look on his face I don’t know what it was, it was giving me a mix of nerves and excitement.
“Turn back around.” He said. I did as I was told. “Now take pants off.”
Luckily I had put on my sexy black lace. These were just for confidence, now I’m hoping they look as good as they make feel. I pulled my leggings down; he’s already seen my stomach and back. My thighs shouldn’t make too much of a difference.
“Now climb on the bed.” He said. Another shiver ran down my body as I made my way on the bed. Is he still staring? Probably. Should I jiggle my ass for him? I don’t know.
I make my way to the head of the bed rail, crawling as slow as I can.
“Now turn around,” he said. I inhale deeply then exhale before turning to face him. He’s taken his pants off and is just standing there in nothing but his boxers. He’s grabbing himself with this look of lust and hunger in his eyes. I have seen this look on the animal channel. The look on his face is the same as when lions are hunting down antelopes. Juergen has conquest to fulfill, and that conquest is me. My stomach is still flipping, my heart is bursting outta my chest. There is a nightstand by the light switch near the door. He opened the top drawer and pulled out a foil wrapper. It’s a condom. There is definitely no turning back now.
He walked toward the bed with the condom in one hand and his dick in the other. The look of determination and domination in his face was indescribable. I want him to keep coming towards me; I want him to do whatever he wants to do to me. His stare down had me breathing so heavy. I’m scared, but I definitely want him to keep coming towards me. He reached onto the bed and slowly glided his hands up my legs and grabbed my thighs. Still staring me down, not breaking his determination to dominate me I felt his fingers make their way up to my waistband.
“I will fuck you now,” he stated, then kissed me, strongly. With my body trembling I let him have me. He yanked off my panties, ripping them off with just two tugs and rubbed his hand on my wanting. The moisture forming was instant. He was somehow slow but fierce as gently inserted a finger.
“Oh,” I gasped in his mouth as he goes back and forth inside me. I feel him insert another finger, with that comes slight pain, but a good pain. It had been five months. Five months of no physical affection. His fingers inside of me were the small steps I needed. And oh, how I needed it. I let out another gasp as he pressed harder inside me after finding that special spot. He released his mouth from mines and continued staring as he finger fucked me.
“Oh my gosh,” I gasped as my eyes rolled back. He started mumbling in German.
“So schön” he said. “So eng und nass”
Apart of my brain wanted to figure out he was saying. The other part was completely focused on the pleasure he’s giving. He stroked me more, if goes any longer I’m gonna cum all over his hand. Then he pulled his fingers out, and I gave him a look of disappointment. He rose to his knees and pulled down his boxers.
“Oh my,” I said as I’m face to face with his, not so, little friend. His erection was up and alert and ready to destroy me. I sat up, still breathing heavily. He put the condom in my hand.
“Put it on,” he said. With shaky hands I opened the wrapper and placed the condom on his erection. I wanted to tease him, I even wanted it in my mouth, but the fear of choking stopped me. He stared again. His stare was strong, mines was more of anticipation of things to come. He leaned back down and kissed me. His rock hard body pressed against mine. The moisture between my thighs increased. The darts of his tongue in my mouth sent more tingles through me. I feel like I’m about to bust right now. He started to adjust himself and slid his hand between our bodies. He teased me with his finger just for a few more seconds before I felt his tip touch my opening. A soft moan escaped me. The trembling became uncontrollable. He placed his other hand on my waist and slowly entered me.
“Ahh,” I moaned into his mouth. By doing that, my mouth opened wider and he stuck his tongue in deeper. The more I moaned the harder he got. He placed one hand on my face and continued to penetrate me. I moaned into his mouth and he moaned into mines. I felt his sack smack against my pussy. He’s all the way in and I don’t want him to ever leave. His thrusts started slow and steady, back and forth in a slow rhythm, gently rocking his hips with mines before picking up speed. He, finally, released my mouth.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, “Oh my God.”
While still keeping his rhythm, he moved his hands down my thighs, raising me off the bed a bit and gripped me tightly. He thrusts got a little harder.
“Oh shit,” I said, as the pleasure took over causing me to close my eyes. “Oh God,”
“So verdammt schön” He said in German with his mouth still inches from mine. “Ja Baby. Mach deine Muschi nass.”
I peeked my eyes open to see his beautiful face still close to mines. I leaned forward to kiss him but he gave another powerful thrust that caused my head to fall back.
“Oh my God, Juergen,” I said.
“Ja Baby” he said and kissed my cheek. He loosened his grip on my thighs and gave me one more hard thrust before repositioning himself. I peeked, again, to see him rise over me and hike my legs over his shoulders and then gave me another hard thrust.
“Oh my God,” I said closing my eyes again.
“Look me at.” He said so demandingly. I opened my eyes to see him staring intensely again. “Watch me as I fuck you.”
His strong, determined, lustful face was only focused on giving me pleasure. The sweat coming down his body working hard to satisfy me and he’s making me watch him as he does it. Holy shit.
He moved his hands up and down my legs until they made their way back down to my breast. He grabbed ahold and started pounding me fast and hard.
“Oh God, yes!” I screamed. “Oh fuck me, baby!”
“Du magst das?” He said staring at me. That I understood.
“Yes baby,” I responded.
“Du magst es so gefickt zu werden?” He continued saying in German.
“Yes Juergen, fuck me!” I screamed turning my head to bite the pillow. He grabbed my face and made look at him again. Holy crap.
“Oh God,” he said. “So tight. So fuckin wet.”
“I’m gonna cum baby.” I panted, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum baby,” he said as he kept pounding. “Cum for me.”
My body couldn’t hold on any longer. I felt the rush of the strong orgasm coming out and I couldn’t stop it.
“Oh Juergen,” I screamed as I felt my body release its secretions. My legs still shivered. He gave one more thrust before I felt the condom plump from his own release. Our bodies synced.
He collapsed on top of me, breathing just as hard as me. He then carefully pulled out. I felt the condom come out of my body. Honestly hoped he’d he lay back on top. But he just rolled over.
We laid there until our breathing was under control.
The Little Mermaid
So last year, two days after my 29th Birthday, was Friday the 13th and I went to the tattoo shop. Naturally all of the things for horror theme, mainly Jason Voorhees and then I saw the sketch of a skeleton form of Ariel. Immediately it stuck out to me, I just really liked the way it looked and after a couple minutes of thinking I decided I am getting a skeleton form of the little mermaid tattooed onto my arm.
The little mermaid was one of my favorite movies as a little kid that movie premiered in November 1989, I was born in April 1989, so I literally grew up on that movie.
Ariel is probably the reason I am obsessed with swimming and red hair so to see a young black girl portray her in the live action version I am looking very much forward to it. I was going to be happy to see the film regardless of who played it. Because again this was my favorite film as a child. I’ve had this tattoo on my arm for a year now and I get complimented on it daily.
But people are making way too big of a deal about it being a black actress. No I don’t think there needs to be a black version of everything but from what I can tell they’re not trying to make this a black version of the little mermaid. The actress they’re hiring to play the title character is going to be black, they’re not saying anything about anybody else. Most importantly there is absolutely nothing cultural about the little mermaid so having a black actress portray her is not disrespectful in anyway.
If memory serves me correct that bio film for Saved By The Bell said Lisa Turtle was original suppose to be Jewish. But it shows a young African-American actress going in for that role and killing it. I did not see that whole film but seeing those first 10 minutes made me smile. Knowing what the role asked for, but she still took that chance to go in there. The directors and producers are laughing but then one whispers to the other person and says that Lisa Turtle was suppose to be a Jewish American princess. The guy smiles and says “not anymore.”
More than likely that is what happen with Hallie. Most likely she went in there and gave an absolutely amazing performance portraying Ariel’s naive innocence. Most likely she went in there and sang her lungs out. Again there is no cultural significance in Disney’s adaptation.
Mulan is based in China and Chinese voice actors played the major characters.
Pocahontas was a real Native American woman. So when the live action version of that film comes out she has to be played by someone of Native American descent.
Little mermaid is not the same thing.
Again I was going to go see the film regardless. I’m looking forward to it, and that girl better sing that song properly.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
A night with Juergen Yugo
“You know” he said placing his hand on my knee.
I held my breath. He’s touching me, again. When he grabbed my hand at dinner, my heart began racing, my stomach was flipping like an acrobat.
This touch was the same. It wasn’t unwanted or weird, it was comfortable. It was desirable.
“I’ve seen you on exercise machines. You have a beautiful body.” He said giving my knee a gentle squeeze.
”Yeah somewhere under all this fat,” I said. Just as I was turning my face away he grabbed my chin back to his face. I let out a shudder. His face was so close.
“Why do you say things like that?” He asked. “You’re such a good person.”
I could not talk. He’s touching me, he has my face so close to his. What do I do?
“I don’t know” I managed to get out. “I don’t know.”
“I dislike very much the man who broke your heart.” He said stroking my chin with his thumb.
“He wasn’t all bad,” I said. “He’s the main reason I get on those machines every morning.”
“Well I guess” he said still stroking my face and leaning closer. “His loss” then kissed me.
Those lips were so gentle, yet strong. This kiss was different. Granted I’ve only kissed two people, but this was better. Much better. So right, but wrong. Very, very, wrong. I forced myself to pull away. I jumped from the couch like it was on fire. I'm not some groupie, I cannot be making out with Juergen Yugo. I have a career to think about.
“I’m sorry” I said.
“Why?” He asked looking somewhat surprised.
“Because I have a job.” I said. “This is wrong. Not matter how attractive you are. This is my job.”
“You think I’m attractive?” He said smirking.
“Forget I said that.” I said shaking my head. My heart was racing faster now. I should really go. But then Juergen got up from the couch and was now standing just inches from me. I inhaled and exhaled. This isn’t fear. I know he’s not gonna hurt me. The way he kissed me proves that he’s gentle. I’d, very much, like for him to do it again. But I can’t. If Ms. Blaze or anyone finds out my career is over.
“Michela,” he said sweetly. “Are you alright?”
I looked at his face again. He had general concern in his eyes. It was hypnotizing.
“Yes,” I said taking a breath. “Juergen, you’re really nice. But I cannot jeopardize my career.”
“No one says you have too.” He said. I think it’s the accent that’s getting me caught up. I should, probably, really leave.
As if he was reading my thoughts.
“You don’t have to leave.” He said taking a step. “Does anyone know you’re here?”
“No.” I said. “I mean no one saw me leave. So all they know I’m still locked up in my room.”
“And all my staff and workers of this building are very discrete with my privacy.” He said. “No one will know.”
He took another step closer as I took one backwards. This is so tempting. But what if someone finds out?
In this day and age, someone always knows something.
“No one will know.” He repeated placing his arms around me. This is really happening.
Before I could protest any further I was lifted into the air. He had me so tightly is his grasp. I let out a scream once I realized what was happening. He held me up and stared so distinctively before throwing back on the couch and started kissing me again. No ones ever been able to do that. This kiss was much stronger. This kiss was deeper. His tongue seeped thru my lips and was dancing inside of my mouth. It was incredibly arousing. I felt shivers run down my body. Goosebumps forming on my arms where ever his hands landed. He pulled away and I leaned forward not wanting him to leave. He stared at me again and smiled.
When a woman glams up for her man and he doesn’t appreciate it hurts, a lot.
Full on new hair do and makeup. Something different she’s never tried before. When it was done and she looks in the mirror and feels so beautiful about herself she’s hoping her man will say it. Then he doesn’t, he kinda shrugs and ask why she’s all dolled up.
Not even really looking at her and mumble “yeah look you nice.”
Or he gets upset about her spending money on makeup and a haircut.
So yeah, it hurts.
For 5 minutes she felt so beautiful and just like that he tore it down.
Maybe he’s tired from working all day.
We understand that. So we decided to glam up and give him something nice to look at.
A new look for her is a new look for him.
But he’s too tired to appreciate it.
So we see how hard he’s working and we make him a fancy dinner or order dinner from his favorite restaurant.
We really go out of the way to do something nice to make you feel better. To show you some love.
To do all that and get a half ass thank you and you slouch in front of tv like we what did was not a big deal, it hurts.
For the men who work all day, we see you. We appreciate you. We love you.
But we want you to see us too. More than just a housewife, or a girlfriend, or the mother of your children.
We want to be seen as women.
We want to be looked at as your woman, your lover, your hearts desire.
I think Karyn White said it the best, a girl needs more than occasional hugs.
We’re not asking for romantic getaways to Hawaii, we just want a heartfelt thank you after cooking your favorite dinner.
We want you to hug us and tell us how beautiful we look after spending hours at the salon.
We show y’all appreciation all the time, we just want a little bit back.
I’m just saying, every WonderWoman needs a SuperMan.