I know what you're thinking: "Oh a guy doing a blog entry about sex, what a surprise /sarcasm.
As many of my entries my train of thought we derail then get back on track, but the subject will stay true. Just a few ideas/lustful thoughts/pondering I've had on my bird the past few days. Trust me, keep reading you won't be disappointed.
My MP3 player has been out of commission for the past two weeks. It's been painful, in a hopes to find something worth listening to. I've been streaming mixtapes from http://www.datpiff.com I decided to listen to some slow jam mixes, and um...wow....wtf are some of these saingers thinking? *Hater powers activate* Everything is lacking. The songwriting/lyrics are lame, sounds like some bullshit game you'd try and spit at the club. How freaky you can get, how long blah blah blah blah blah blah...*yawn.* The shit don't even sound like something special you know? Them shits aint slow jams, it's music to get the jumpoff you met at the club to fuck. *hater powers off.*
Why are we so afraid of sex as a society? Seriously. Growing up, I wasn't supposed to ask about it, talk about it or watch the movies my dad had under the bed. I didn't get the birds and bees talk from my parents, it came from a medical encyclopedia (nerd!) I've pondered what I've inquired in my beginning statement. The shit always fascinated me to know how my body worked. I won't go into any details on that *ugh.* I say the world would be a better place is more people were getting laid. That being sexually repressed shit is for the birds.
A question for the ladies. Why is such a big deal placed on size? I mean is it a challenge? A feather in the cap to say you handled this many inches? Is it like climbing Everest, or swimming the English Channel?? By no means am I coming up short, but some of you want us to be hung like horses. In addition, fellas stop lying on/about your junk just to get in the door. And please please please PLEASE, stop being lazy!!! You too ladies!
P.S. Stop saying that you do not do a certain act, then when it's time to get down you're doing what you just said you don't. It's not really necessary to play to good guy/girl role, and you know you get down how you get down. No need to B.S. me or yourself. If you like it a certain way, I won't think any less of you. That leads me to the whole male/female hoe double standard. That shit needed to be deaded ten minutes ago. We're all adults, right?
When did my lips become so sexy? I've been getting a lot of comments about them lately. I dunno they're just my lips. Why can't a big brother get a break? If I was a few pounds lighter, I would have to fight y'all off with a got damn stick lol. Fuggit, I'm still sexy.
I was going to talk about porn, but I think that one will need it's own entry....and I don't have time for that now.
One last question ladies. I've heard a saying that a woman knows whether or not they will sleep with a guy within the first few moments of meeting him. Is that actually true?
Oh Noess!!!111 Secks Poast Ahead!?!
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Melanin Brooks
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Monday, December 3, 2007
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