Church Sex

Church Sex

Church is the new speed dating. Church is better than Tagged, It’s better than Eharmony, It’s better than the club, And dare I say, it’s better than FB. And there IS sex. Lots of hot steamy sex.

I’m not exactly sure how it works but it does. Isn’t that the way church is anyway? No details. Just go and let the spirit move you. Remain open. Stay cool calm and patient. And let the blessings just rain down on you.
You don’t have to dress up, just come as you are. You don’t even need a job or money. You don’t really need to have your shit together at all. Church people like to fix other people.
But there is no faking church. No jumping up and running into the first church on your block. NO parking lot pimping in front of church. The key to church dating is honesty. There is no talking about sex specifically but in all other areas complete honesty and full disclosure are required at all times.
That means you must practice your actual religion. If you aren’t looking to get married, you must say so. Your church will provide people with loose dating morals for you. You must find a church that fits your needs. Once you have found that right fit, join something in the church and let the dating begin.
Just remember, no naked-dicking!

The Lights, The Fame, The Infant, The Fans and The Rapist

The Lights, The Fame, The Infant, The Fans and The Rapist

I distinctly remember Magic vs Bird in the Finals, the famous Converse commercial and the Jordan vs Bird video game I used to play all the time. I watched Joe Montana engineer “The Drive”. I even remember my dad rooting for his hometown Pistons when Isaiah Thomas did it back to back. The eighties were magical (in every sense of the word). Those were teams then. TEAMS! Kareem’s retirement from the Lakers…I didn’t realize at the time that I would never see anything like it again. The nineties brought a change. The end of an era. There will never be anything like it again. (Understatement)

Michael Jordan was more than the Greatest Of All Time. He was the last of a virtually extinct breed. The athlete-showman. A professional on and off the court. After Jordan, it was all about the money. Deion Sanders became the highest paid defensive player in the NFL and led the way for the lowest paid athletes (football players) to become the highest paid. The term Franchise player was coined as team after team threw away Hundreds of millions on individuals. In the meantime, teams and franchises continued to win. Just ask the Rangers who know how to write a big check but have never seen a World Series. And then the players went crazy…
…Pete Rose gambled, Female figure skaters beat each other up, football players went from beating up their babies mamas to trying to kill them and Mike Tyson…Good ol’ Mike Tyson.

And teams still won. Not the Lakers (Van Exel) (just kidding. It wasn’t his fault, Vlade) but Teams. And then 9/11 happened. Sorry New Englanders but the Patriots weren’t supposed to win that first one. After that one was slipped by us, [Seriously, that was not a pass or anything close to forward motion. And it’s like they (Sports Center is in on it) never mentioned it again. NEVER] then came the onslaught. The Lakers won again but what should have been a decade long reign wasn’t. And individuals started getting slipped in here and there. Teams would win championships then fade away like Tampa Bay.

It’s become apparent that both athletes and owners have less and less loyalty. Less loyalty to fans, cities, history and each other. It’s all about the business of sports now. And the fans and the cities suffer. History be damned. Michael Jordan was the highest paid athlete in sports bringing in $80 million a year and only $2 million was from the Bulls. Magic Johnson signed what as a true franchise contract, $25 million for 25 years. Today, team loyalty is a joke. Months after Lebron James thanked his team for his MVP and a year after he lured Shaquille O’neal to Cleveland, The Infant abandoned his hometown and the team he built for The Lights.

Today, fatherless millionaires don’t have to behave for sponsors. They have guaranteed money. Fuck the fans. But not out loud. Michael Jordan probably never have been on Cribs. These new millionaires don’t seek our admiration. They seek our envy. And we give it to them. Wholeheartedly!

Today, players like Shaq are relegated to being Journeymen. Today, you have to by a new jersey every year because your favorite player keeps changing teams. Today, excuses are OK and prima donnas are the norm. It’s OK for players to throw games () because their feelings are hurt. Today, an ingrown toenail will sideline players in sports where men became famous for playing with broken bones.

Some may argue that sports is more of a business now. And they are absolutely right. What we fans fail to realize though is that every business sells a product. It is up to the public whether or not to buy that product. I saying now that all sports are selling an inferior product today. It’s wrapped up in a prettier package these days but compared to what we got in the past, today’s product is crap. The problem is they hooked us a long time ago…

What are we supposed to do? Turn off ESPN? Seriously? I guess we could ride it out in hopes that sports will turn things around. But how likely is it that things will improve before they get worse. Perhaps The Gay Athlete will be the one to turn things around. (Big Baby. It’s OK. We will love you anyway.) Perhaps The Rapist will come out and apologize for raping us all those years ago. Maybe we will finally get some closure so sports can mature past this Infant stage it’s in now. Or maybe we just need to be more like soccer fans and start tearing shit up so sports knows that we are severely dissatisfied with the product they are trying to sell us.

From The Front Lines of Niggardom

From The Front Lines of Niggardom

My assault on niggardom has not achieved the desired results. (Yet.) While me relentless positivity(Can you believe that’s not a word! Yet) has influenced many and my blessings have grown, my focus on niggardom has attracted too much of the same. Like a trying to catch an evening breeze and turning the porch light on… niggahs and flies! With so many blessings it’s easy to get distracted and lose focus. All the while, negativity is building. (Like that rapid accumulation of bugs to porch lights.) Once you lose focus, there it is!

I was feeling myself. I had a good cash flow. I had a growing business. I had the attention of quite a few beautiful women. And I was patiently eager in anticipation of attention from one of the most beautiful women I have been blessed to come in contact with. I started slipping. Church went from weekly attendance to online to barely catching one podcast a month. Daily words became weekly and my meditation was way WAY off.

Niggardom crept up and fit itself into one of those often overlooked aspects of my life. I felt it coming. I knew I was slipping. I tried to stay calm. I panicked. What could have been a slip became a trip, stumble, fumble and a huge fuck up. And now, I’m smack dab in the middle of niggardom. Everything I said I was against, I ended up promoting. And here I am with Amos and Andy. I started out reporting from the field, now I’m on the front line.

And it is everything I said it was. Except, I never mentioned, there is still a light. In the deepest darkest dumberest recesses of niggardom, there is still a light. I had to lock in on it. I had to regain my focus. One of the best things about being in there is I have plenty of time to read, write, meditate, pray, help and teach. The light can grow. I can still grow.

I can regain my focus. I always had the time. God forced me to take it. He showed me light. While the devil had “Amos and Andy” telling me it could get darker, God sent me a light. He spoke and said – find the time and space to be quiet. Only when you are quite can you connect/reconnect to your holy spirit. The holy spirit will focus your energy and attract what’s best for you.

The devil is all about noise. Niggardom is loud! The noise is just distraction. Distraction can be attractive but it is purely nothing. The devil likes you to be filled with nothing so he can replace the space with negativity. So I practice tuning the noise out.

I have been blessed with the ability to tune it out for years. I realize it now. It takes focus and practice to master any skill. I can think in the loudest and most ignorant noise. I can sleep on top of the loudest bass speakers. If I can sleep and I can think, I can meditate. If I can meditate, my light can grow. If I can meditate, I can see the light in the darkness. Any darkness. Because every darkness has a light. (Even Charlie Murphy!) How do you even recognize darkness without light.

So I stay quiet in the midst of the noise. I focus in the midst of confusion. I let my light shine fearlessly in the darkness. Where I once trusted light to be a hiding place of dark, I trust darkness to have plenty of room for the light. I taught Amos (Or Andy, whichever one is the skinny one) algebra. The light grew in both of us. I can see now that a fuck up become a fumble then a stumble to a trip and then a slip and we can all bounce back! So I just stop now. I may have to do it often but “the rush” will catch you slipping. And I’m not the gingerbread man, I’m a juggernaut. Just building momentum as slow as I choose. But building. And once I get going, I’ll never be stopped again.

School vs Jail

For $14,000 a year I got …

For $30,000 a year I got …

The Federal government will give you up to $10,000 a year, you can easily earn or borrow the $4,000 or $100/week for school. Local, State and Federal governments will spend $30,000 a year, you or your family/crackheads can add/donate an additional $5,000 a year for phone calls or overpriced ramen noodles and cookies. As responsible individuals, we must accept that this is our choice. (Regardless of guilt/innocence) Which would the government choose? The government would choose “C”. (Militarize everything and everyone) We’ll explore that more later.
Let’s examine the first two options.

In school, you get to share a room with people who “match” your interests. Later, for an additional $3,000 to $8,000 a year you can share a room, apt or house with people who match your “real” interests. For some, prevailing interests may lie with home cooked meals. Let’s just focus on on-campus housing for now. You get a buffet for breakfast, lunch and dinner with selections that valiantly mix attempts at blending home cooking with local cuisine at its blandest. If you still want sustenance beyond the cafeteria you can supplement that with whatever will deliver late, wherever you can get to or whatever a mini-fridge and microwave can support.

In jail/prison you are provided with strategically portioned breakfast, lunch and dinner. You share a cell and dorm with people who “match” your interests. The higher up you go, the more similar the interests you share. (It’s like that in school as well) If three hots (room temperature) is not enough, you can supplement your meals with the aforementioned ramen noodles and cookies. Did I forget to mention the choice of meals? Why you can select from “dietary” (which consists of a cousine derived from the grouping of diabetic, vegan, and religious diets) or nothing (just don’t eat [But then they’ll come and make you]).
In school, health care is included. In jail, health care is extra. (Not very much at all, but still extra) And what you get is significantly different. Significantly! You get treated in school by the best and brightest up an coming PAs, surgeons, dentists, nurses, dermatologists and whatever else as well as very dedicated alumni. And I’m not talking about walking into the dental school to get your teeth jacked on my some C student. That’s what prisoners get. In jail/prison you get attended to by pay check chasers, bleeding heart morons, people who had nowhere else to go and those same C students from before. A broken finger in both places will get either a finger cast or a Popsicle stick. In one place, you’ll pay for a finger cast and get a Popsicle stick.

Schools gain notoriety and prominence by preparing individuals to enter and lead various workforces across diverse industries. Prisons gain notoriety and money by preparing and providing the most remedial and scary of workforces.

Surpisingly, both can become somewhat of a fashion show. Obviously school provides you with more options. It also provides you with alternatives for achieving status. In school intelligence is an easy road to status. In prison intelligence is also highly regarded however intelligence is simultaneously violently feared. In both the entrepreneurial spirit can thrive. The only difference is the promotion and reward. In prison, entrepreneurs risk being rewarded with The Hole. Both take a little work and dedication to get in. Getting out is where the difference lies, by FAR. Statistically, the more difficult task of getting out goes to prisons. Both can be coed. In school… (hmph! Nuff said.) In prison/jail you won’t even get to see your coeds (and you better not look!). I’ll end the comparisons there.

And then there’s option C. For approximately three weeks you will share quarters with up to twenty random individuals. After that, you get options. You can continue that type of living or you can upgrade to apt/house/cave living. The cuisine is better than school food but at times worse than jail/prison food. Supplementation is vastly improved by commissaries. Military healthcare rivals school health care. Ex-military can expect to prepared for success at any level. (Provided you don’t go crazy/crayish or get hook on drugs first) Any fashion/status will be earned by hard work (Or going to school). Intelligence is highly regarded provided you are smart enough to know when to speak and when to listen. The entrepreneurial spirit thrives similar to school and prison/jail. (I may note that neither of the three actually encourages entrepreneurial-ism) Promotion and reward can rival that in school. It takes a lot of work and dedication to stay, leaving is a little easier than prison/jail. The Coed status doesn’t rival school (nothing does-not even the NBA) but at least you can see them. And money. The government will spend over $30,000 a year on you for as many as 20 years (in rare cases, more). Again, governments will choose option C.

Unfortunately, it’s ultimately an individual decision. Larger numbers choose jail/prison. The majority chooses nothing. The decision is left to taxpayers and the government. Left to taxpayers to choose, they choose jail/prison. As an investment, school offers better returns by a landslide. Often, returns are seen with as little as one year’s investment.



This may seem like common knowledge but just take a look around. Everyone knows candles cost more than electricity. Yet, Americans are still paying for candles and not investing in electricity. Believe me. I’ve spent more money being primitive than I have being/becoming evolved. And I don’t think I’m alone. Am I?

Addicted To Life

Being inside the bowels of niggardom allows me to witness firsthand many of the human weaknesses that other humans exploit. This exploitation occurs on all levels of human society. It’s easier to spot at this level of niggardom because it’s not hidden in fancy dress or excuse. Niggardom at this level is pure. Weak preying on weaker and exposing each other as the same in the process.

It always amazed me the value of cigarettes have as currency in niggardom. Granted niggers and naked-dickers are more likely to suffer from nicotine addiction. It just amazes me. Perhaps by exploiting ones’ own exploitation, the weak find power? One thing is sure. Cigarettes and coffee are the epitome of addictive behavior. Here, addictive personalities are abundant. I should be able to see a solution to addiction here. Surely it can’t be to replace one addiction with another.

You wanna stop drinking, go to AA, pick up the coffee and cigarettes. You kicking cocaine, go to rehab a couple of times, pick up the cigarettes and coffee (there’s a difference!) or dive head first into a church. Sex your problem…



…I got nothing for that one…have more…just be careful…j/k…seriously, I got nothing.



So far, addiction has been the only solution for addiction. “Too much of anything makes you an addict”

So how do we promote moderation over addiction? There is so much “else” in the world. Unfortunately, one thing or another scares the addict from life. Living is the only way to find out about everything “else” there is out there.

Defense mechanisms and escapisms become habit. Habit tells us we don’t have time for anything else. Habit is comfortable. Comfort breeds complacency. Really, is habit the true thing we are ALL addicted to? Can we let go of the concept of good and bad habits? Is our real fear change? Is it so hard to switch up every once in a while? What about trying something new here and there?

I will admit, I have had moments where bad habits have prevailed over doing something new. How better to experience something than to experience it first hand. At the time, I thought it was better to be known by my habits, good or bad, than to just be a person who lived. I always wondered why at times I felt like I was dying while nothing was wrong. It was because I wasn’t living. I hate to be so black and white but – If you aren’t living, you are dying.

Everyone knows what living is. Everyone has a “bucket list.” How many of us have missed an opportunity due to habit? How long are you going to let habit and fear kill you. I had to write this to see a solution. Addiction is death on all levels. The only foil to death is life. The answer is to live!

Word Of The Day - Virgin

Word Of The Day
Virgin

Every one knows the standard definition of virgin. But the is also an expansion on that definition. Because of this definition it is vital to share. The American Heritage defines virgins as: 1. A person who has not experienced sexual intercourse. (There are variations but we will focus on this one.)

Sexual intercourse or sex is the ultimate intimate experience. In the past few decades, sex has become increasingly casual. From exploration to playing hide and go get it to running trains to little kids having dick sucking parties (Its real, I saw it on Oprah), these children grow up into adults who don’t value sex as the experience that it is. In increasing number, we are encountering adults who have missed out on the essence of sex. These people have sexual experience but they haven’t experienced sex. They are virgins.
Because they haven’t experienced sex, virgins have no sexual identity. Virgins may have had sex but they aren’t sexual people. They aren’t sexpots, studs, sluts, whores, slores, sexy, hoes, prudes, stiff, cold fish or anything sexual. (Well maybe there are a few hoes in there…) Sadly, these women (and men) have largely never experienced orgasms or even the essential intimacy that is included in the sexual experience. SMH
Shout out to the brilliant explorer who discovered this expanded definition. I know people are increasingly private, so I won’t name names unless they are volunteered. (Or unless they deserve it!) I could write volumes on virgins but this was only a prelude to another train of thought. And with that:


The Virgin Curse

The virgin has been a prize since the days when we were all virgins. Oddly, the virgin was not the prize most of us sought. Even in college, when virgins were all stacked up and ready for the slaughter, my sexual A.D.D. didn’t allow me to focus on the prize of all prizes. I (I stole it and I don’t know that “the originator” wants to be associated with this) even took to expanding the term. [see above] I passed by quite a few prizes in my life simply because I didn’t have the time. It occurred to me now that I had time to reflect. No regrets but I do wonder about a new phenomenon known as The Virgin Curse.
In my reflections, I notice that those who did have time (to chase virgins) turned out to be not so nice. The results…MAJOR damage.
The damage done to any woman scorned is major. The damage done to a virgin…MAJOR.
I have been remembering some of the “virgins” I’ve encountered in my life. Up to twenty years later, ”the ghosts of conquests past” have some stories to tell. But that’s not what this is about. This is about fulfillment.
The others took a lot. They took your innocence. They took your time. They took your hearts. And they left you. They left you all alone. They left you with children. They left you burned, scorned, used and abused. You are all definitely different now.
I wondered about a “virgin curse”. I asked myself if I had to pay for the sins of others. For passing you by and passing you on to charlatans. At one time I placed you so high up on a pedestal, I thought you were out of my reach. Others came and knocked you down. Knocked you down and knocked you up. Knocked you around. But you got back up.
So I will fulfill. Because you’re still here. I still can’t have you, my virgins. Maybe I was never meant to. I never had to fix you. Because you’re still you. I was just sent to remind you. After all these years. After all the tears. You’re still here. Pedestal and all! I you need a boost to get back up there…just call.

My Greatest Gift

My greatest gift has also been my greatest curse. NO LONGER.

I always asked questions but I stopped expecting them to be answered directly. I always find out on my own. Sometimes that meant learning the hard way. Lately, that hasn’t been working for me. Learning the hard way, that is. A persepeective shift allows me to see my gift as only that. I can ask questions and I can find my own answers but I don’t always have to learn the hard way. I can be more patient when seeking cooperation. I can be because I will it to be.