A Black Girl's Guide To Sex & Seduction: Sex According To Me

Erotic Poetry: "Crush"

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 07:46:00 +0000

This joint was submitted by a loyal reader Lola the Lurker. Enjoy!
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"Crush"

You walked in to the room tonight
I saw you instantly
We've never met, but I've kissed you many times
touched you anytime,
fucked you incessantly.

You look my way briefly,
I swear our eyes locked for awhile
I bet you'd sex me sweetly
I want to make you smile.

You're so passionate and deep,
you look like so much fun.
I bet you'd cater to every need,
but that day may never come.

You'll just remain a crush,
and I'll just wait for your attention,
Hope you've noticed, but not wanting to rush,
you're hiding your intentions.

Dreamworlds 3: An Intimate Look At How Videos May Be Shaping Our Sexuality

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 06:16:00 +0000

I came across this video while at Racialicious and wanted to share it here because watching this brought everything home for me.

I don't know about you guys, but I'm not afraid to admit that music videos helped me to put my sexuality in context, but the results weren't always good. In real life, things don't always work out the way we would like, or as glossy as the videos make them out to be.

In real life, there are tons of emotions to go along with the images of sex, desire and power depicted in the videos. The bad girl may be having a good time, but she's hurting behind the scenes and when she's alone, she's really alone.

How are these videos shaping our interactions with each other? We live in a porn/rape culture and it shows. Whether it's Adamn Lambert wilin' out at the AMAs or some teen girl getting raped outside her homecoming dance, or even teen pimps and teen strip clubs in basements, the effects are showing.

Are we liberated or are we enslaved? Sexuality shouldn't be about enslavement, it should be liberating from the fact that it's controlled. I don't mean restrained and hidden, but controlled. Why? Because it's powerful and with great power comes a need for control before one becomes controlled by their own desires.

For me this isn't about feminism. I'm not a feminist but this video is still on point.

Thoughts?

50 Cent Lays Pipe Like a Plumber in Sex Clip from "Before I Self Destruct"

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 18:16:00 +0000

Original Video- More videos at TinyPic

O_o

I do not find Fifty attractive at all. But the mechanics of the sex scene were pretty hot if not a little exaggerated.

The (Insert Other Ethnicity Other Than Black Deemed Exotic) model was as plain as white bread. I get so tired of the bullshit sometimes with these guys, I tell ya. She really didn't give me that much fever. I like to see the women really LOVE it, not just take it. That's boring.

I am not a fan of shower sex scenes because shower sex is tremendously difficult to pull off, unless you have a big shower and tub. It's not usually that coordinated because cats don't want to smash their craniums trying to get it in.

And the lamp? C'mon, son!

What about you? Too much movie magic or did it hit your spot?

Trifling Or Empowered? Your Thoughts Wanted!

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 12:00:00 +0000

Yesterday my brother was over at our house hanging out when he told us that he needed to talk to us about something (us being Mr. Slim and I) that had happened to him a few days before.

He proceeds to tell us that he met a Caucasian chick while he was at the bus stop with a friend. Apparently she sent her sister over to talk to him and the sister stated that this chick, who we shall call Miss Gutter, found my brother attractive. The sister gets my brother's number and that night Miss Gutter calls my brother.

I expected to hear something along the lines of slight flirtations but instead he told me that she basically sexually propositioned him for this coming Monday (11/30). She told him she had "baby oil". She told him that she would do all kinds of oral.

This was the FIRST conversation and my brother said it was a lot more explicit than that. I almost can't believe her ~~lack of self-respect or class~~ tact.

She does not know his favorite color, food or anything about him. She doesn't know much and to make matters worse, she has a child. I am not saying her being a single mother is a bad thing per se. My mother was a single mother and eventually had a boyfriend. What I find questionable is that she is a single mother and is already propositioning a man to have sex with her without knowing anything about him, or whether he's actually a good person for her and/or her child.

I told my brother to run for the hills. Personally, a woman like that is not welcome around me or my kids, and I personally don't want that kind of skeezer infiltrating and bringing drama into the family. And as a mother, I can't even begin to respect a woman who obviously brings any kind of man around her child.

My brother's a good guy, but if she operates so blindly, I am sure he's not the first guy she's approached.

My brother wasn't really feeling her except for on a purely sexual level, but after hearing our opinions, he realized how disgusted he was at her "boldness". I hope he thinks with his head and not his "head."

Some may say that she's empowered but there's nothing empowering about desperation. And nothing is written anywhere saying that dignity needed to be thrown out the window when seeking empowerment.

What are YOUR thoughts? Trifling or empowered?

My Problem With Adam Lambert's AMA Performance

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 06:01:00 +0000

The kiss? *shrugs* Britney, Christina and Madonna did it years before at the VMAs, and it was a bit too "whores for propaganda" then, but we've since moved on. Nobody really talks about it anymore. It's certainly lost it's luster. So Adam Lambert's assertion that nobody would care if he were a woman, is kind of like pissing in the wind; a temper tantrum by someone who fancies himself an entertainer.

I watched the video, as I don't give a damn about AMAs or most music award shows anyway, seeing as how all the WRONG people get awards and all the right ones are still hustling for less recognition than they deserve.

I did watch the video and the whole thing just left a sour taste in my mouth. Talk about being raunchy for shits and giggles.

I know that sex supposedly sells, but how far is too far?

These times suck in my opinion. As a woman, and as a human being who considers herself very sexual, I can't even be down with the shit going on right now. Sex is a BEAUTIFUL thing. Sex is meaningful, it's deep, it's intimate, it's one of the most awesome things about being human. It's such a wonderful thing. Damn, it feels good. Somehow, we've cheapened it. Is it because we live in a hybrid porn/rape culture? My issue isn't him being sexual. I totally think Madonna's performance of "Like a Virgin" in the 80s was avant garde and just cool. She was being sexual and she owned it. I don't think there was anything cheap about her moves on the stage because the song itself was pretty much about being with someone for the first time. We all know that feeling. We're all virgins when we finally give ourselves to someone we've wanted for a long time.

But there was something about Lambert's performance of "For Your Entertainment" that was just cheap and tacky (not to mention that shitty ass singing...I mean DAMN!). The song was begging for attention, and then it seemed like he had to go overboard by his stage antics.

I mean I think he could have potential one day, but right now, he just joins the ranks of others who cheapen something pure for a profit.

Is This What's REALLY Sexy, Fellas?

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 07:01:00 +0000

I just have to find out if the men out there (and the ladies too) find this remotely sexy at all.

On my post at HappyNappyHead.com about Beyonce's "Video Phone" video, a "womanist" accused me of being self-righteous and slut shaming Beyonce for inquiring if I was the only one that noticed Beyonce's been getting "sluttier" with each new video, in order to garner fans.

She never did respond to my final post to her, but I will say it here.

This slut, jumpoff ass kind of behavior from these celebrities is too much. I understand the whole idea of "slut shaming". I've been on the receiving end of that, but let me tell you straight up, I wasn't being all that I could be when I was "slut shamed."

It's all about honesty. I played myself, and granted I was younger, I still played myself and the Slim of today would NEVER do something like that (oral) without getting something in return, something more concrete. I would've been more protective of my sexuality.

Is Tila acting like a bust down in this video? HELL YEAH! And it's shameful because this is a cry for attention because she doesn't love herself. If anything I feel bad for her. She is obviously shaken up by the Shawn Merriman situation, and she's looking for love in all the wrong ways.

It is NOT healthy behavior to do this on camera for people who really don't give a flying shit about her. It is not healthy to do this because she's playing herself for attention.

We all like attention, but playing yourself for it is always an indicator that something's really wrong.

Get help, Tila. There's nothing wrong with counseling, sister!

Eye Candy: James McAvoy

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 23:10:00 +0000

I had to give James McAvoy this week's eye candy, because when he came out of the tub in Wanted, he looked like he had just finished putting it down.

I mean, this is not a bad image to see, or even have your man recreate. Hot, wet, hands on belt buckle, looking like he either just finished ravishing you, or is about to.

He's not uber sexy, but he works.

Spent...

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 22:35:00 +0000

The last time we were intimate, he took me to places I'd never been. We've been together for so long, but he just keeps taking me higher. I never wanna stop.

That was Thursday night. I'd been terribly sleepy so I couldn't do anything on Friday. I fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed. Saturday was busy, and Saturday night, we went to bed upset with each other. I felt slighted by the things he didn't do when we went somewhere.

The next morning with clearer heads and better temperaments, we extended olive branches of peace. He asked me what I wanted to do after watching a movie. I said I wanted to make up for lost time.

He waited for me in the bedroom, and put our son in his high chair to play and watch Caillou.

He called me in and I got undressed. He told me to take off my underwear, and I got under the sheets where he waited. He engulfed me like a flame. He seemed hungry for it, urgent.

I was too. I let him kiss me. I let the smell of his favorite (mine too) cologne engage my senses. I love the way he smells, cologne or not. But when he wears his cologne, I always want to feel him throbbing between my legs. He licked and sucked my nipples, and I bit at his neck, rubbing his arms, smelling him. We kissed and he grabbed me and adjusted me on the bed. He rubbed his hardness against the eager ridge between my legs, while he kissed me, turning me on.

He guided himself inside me and proceeded to put his winning stroke on me. He started off slow, so we could kiss each other slowly. I sucked on lis lower lip, he sucked on my tongue.

I peaked and peaked and climaxed. He covered my mouth, I was screaming. He felt too good. He never understands why I make so much noise. If only we could trade places so he could see what I feel.

I got wetter with each stroke, and he became more determined to make me come. He let out a moan or a grunt, but he was intent on giving it to me. He lifted my leg up towards my shoulder, and I looked him in the eyes as he forged deeper and deeper inside of me. I never wanted this to stop.

"Give it to me from the back..." I breathed.

He told me to get up and I got up on my knees. As soon as he went in, I was on my face with my ass up, grabbing at the bed, pillows and the headboard. His head rolled back and I knew he was going to come, and I was coming too. He orgasmed and let the warm liquid spray all over my back.

I collapsed on my stomach, with butterflies in my stomach, both of us spent.

*Based on a true story *giggle*

Playboy Playmate Nicole Narian On Her Masturbation Fest and Sex Addiction

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 16:33:00 +0000

WOW!!! Dead at "clean the pipes."

I mean I've had days wear I'd get it in two or three times, but ALL day? That's torture....

Jodeci and H-Town Are Back?

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 04:50:00 +0000

I'm a little geeked by these two power groups from my teens and preteens coming together for this song in 2009.

I like it! Would you get down to this?

Tila Tequila's Weird Knife Striptease

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 11:23:00 +0000

Is this sexy? I find little acts like these so terribly misguided. I cannot imagine anyone really finding this sexy. I guess it's sexy if you like crazy broads that might cut off your penis in a fit of rage.

What do you think? Hot or not?

Is There Really Such a Thing As Pussy Control?

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 11:00:00 +0000

*sigh* Megan, Megan, Megan... What are we going to do with you and your mouth, girl?

"Women hold the power because we have the vaginas... If you're in a heterosexual relationship and you're a female you win."

I think this is the problem with a lot of relationships, as I have certainly failed at mine when I had that idea. The belief that one has more power over the other is counterproductive. I don't believe that a healthy relationship can ever flourish out of someone having power over the other one, or "winning." I mean, it's not like love is a race...

What do you make of Megan's comments?

No Stripping Allowed?

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 11:00:00 +0000

It used to be that I would try to do a lap dance or a strip tease, and it did the trick once. The other times, Mr. Slim didn't give me the reaction I expected.

I instantly thought something was wrong with me, like I was doing it wrong, etc. Then I thought something was wrong with him, and then I got angry. He never really articulated himself all that well until a few sundays ago.

Mr. Slim has a bit of a Madonna/Whore complex/situation, and stripping from the missus is really not doing it for him.

At first I was offended!

"What the fuck are you, a Republican?" Were my words *lol*

After some time, I realized that while it was not something I got, I could totally respect it. I talked to a homegirl whose been married for 10 years and she said it took into year five for her hubby to be down for strip shows at their house.

Maybe I was moving too fast. He honestly prefers for us to cuddle and kiss and all that stuff to get aroused. He's not so visual. He wants to feel, and definitely wants to be felt up.

I can dig it.

Have you ever been with a guy who wasn't turned on by stripping? Your thoughts?

Who Are These Women?

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 17:33:00 +0000

*sigh*

So I click on this video at WorldStarHipHop because damn it I'm curious. Some of the girls have good moves, I could use. Emphasis on SOME. Most of the girls have no technique and look crazy, this girl being one of them.

So I decided to see what was so big about her. I mean, I checked out her page (IAmSpicyJ.com) and I was greeted by a cheap looking Myspace page. Okay, I look around and see nothing but an average girl who is some kind of Myspace celebrity (lower rung) and I wanted to scream.

You know ladies, if you are going to be a "web celebrity" you'd better be good, and you'd better make moves. You will not go anywhere with the piddly comments these guys leave on your marginally attractive Myspace pages, Twitters or Facebooks. They are leaving the same comments for the chick that has a nose comparable to that of a pig's.

Simply shaking your ass (poorly) on camera on WorldStarHipHop of all places is a poor ass move.

If you're going to get into adult entertainment, because that's what it is, no matter how soft core it is, you may want to do the following:

1) Buy a damned domain already... This is self-explanatory.

2) Network: WSHH is not really networking. It's people taking the piss out of you for free.

3) Actually be good at what you do. Don't look like a muppet on acid, like SpicyJ over there.

4) Be magnetizing. If you're plain and dull as day in the brains and looks department, you will fail.

5) Be creative. For the love of God, dancing in your poorly decorated bedroom is not hot. It's average. Aim higher...

Until then, you'll just be some sad, pathetic girl dancing on camera while crusty dudes masterbate to your shitty dancing.

That makes me sad for you...

*le sigh* What happened to good, strong women who were about something? These cavewomen these days... Sheesh.

Eye Candy: Shyne

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 07:11:00 +0000

I had a WICKED crush on Shyne, and he's still my favorite rapper.

Shyne was released from a 10 year jail stint for a nightclub shooting yesterday, and the hip hop world is already watching his next move.

This video did it for me. He was so sexy. He was fine. I was younger, so I still thought bad boys were cute ~~because they fuck the hell out of you~~. His voice was creamy, and he looked like his body was bad as hell under his clothes.

Not to mention, he looked like he could put that shit down in the boudoir. Shyne, baby, you're this week's Eye Candy!

P.S. He's Belizean too!

Five Things That Kill a Porn For Me

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 11:00:00 +0000

*sigh* It's hard to find any good porn these days. They are severely lacking when it comes to good content, so here are my top 5 things that will kill a porn for me.

1) If the chick's not into it, I'm not into it. It's like watching a guy screw a dead horse or cold fish. It's not hot.

2) I know that women get excited and all that, but a cotton-like substance on the guy's dick is not a good look. It makes ME wonder if something's going on with her. I don't think it's supposed to look like cotton balls either.

3) Same old positions over and over again. Everyone follows the same damned formula. Switch the shit up, will ya? Oral, side, doggie, girl on top, the end.

4) The girl is CLEARLY acting, when her body's showing cues that she'd rather be washing her hair.

5) Too many money shots. Some of us do like to see chemistry you know!

What are the things that kill a porno for you?

Trifling: Penelope Trunk Tweets Her Miscarriage

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 14:14:00 +0000

I am pro-choice for the country, but pro-life personally. Penelope Trunk decided to tweet the following:

I'm in a board meeting. Having a miscarriage. Thank goodness, because there's a fucked-up 3-week hoop-jump to have an abortion in Wisconsin.

(Her Twitter.)

She was tweeting before about having to go down and get an abortion. Mind you, she's a mother already.

I have NO problem with her doing her thing, I guess. It's her choice and it's between her and God. At the same time, her indifference and her disgusting way of explaining something that is HURTFUL to other people makes me want to spit in her face.

Abortions, or miscarriages, they happen. However, you are NOT the only person living on Earth, Penelope Trunk and this is not your world.

It's about respect for OTHERS, not just for yourself. You can talk about it all you want, but one of your followers may have been negatively affected by a miscarriage or abortion, and your GROSS insensitivity is PLEBEIAN and pedestrian.... How crass...

I'm taking it to you guys. Should women speak openly, and freely, like Trunk, about miscarriages and abortion? Or should they keep quiet?

STOP! Women Are Not These Shrinking Violets!

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 06:52:00 +0000

This is a vent. I just want to put that out there.

In just one week, I have been privy to conversations about women being "sluts" just because someone thinks they are "sleeping around"; women being slaves to men for wearing bikinis, women being abnormal for wanting group sex (where she's the only woman) and people being offended at the idea that women could be "aggressors" when cat calling men.

STOP!

I am tired of the generalizations. And these are coming from women who consider themselves slightly feminist, if not completely.

I am not saying that these things are impossible, I am just saying that women are multifaceted and we're all different. Some women like being cat-called and they do a few cat-calls themselves. Some women like group sex with a bunch of guys and are completely normal (even if the behavior is questionable), and they are not sluts for wanting to sleep around with nubile young men, who are willing to give them the business.

I take exception at women finding the idea of women cat-calling as being offensive. What the hell? By whose standards? Who says? God forbid women go after men, and bathe in male attention. We cannot say something is wrong with that woman without knowing her background and mental state.

I've said it before. If a woman has it going on, she's educated, articulate, sane, and a credit to herself and society, what makes her "abnormal" or wrong for wanting to sleep around or engage in a threesome (or plus) with men who are willing? Assuming that she's abnormal assumes that she's being railed, when she may actually be able to control the situation, line 'em up, screw 'em and send them the hell home.

These people love to whine about women not being treated right or equally, but they are incapable of putting a woman outside of the narrow box they have built for them.

Just STOP!

Spotlight: BeautifulAgony.com

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 11:00:00 +0000

This site is bananas! It's interesting to see other people's "Oh" faces. It ranges from the sexy to the absolutely freakish.

But it's intriguing because they all kind of look like they've been "stabbed", hence the apt name for orgasm, "La Petite Mort."

Kiss Me...F*ck Me

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 07:07:00 +0000

We had been arguing all day. One of those intense arguments that couples have because one person is not feeling patient, and the other underestimates the other's patience.

As we talked, and clarified exactly what we meant and why it was stupid to argue, we embraced and caressed each other. We then rubbed our noses together (eskimo kisses) and then we kissed.

I LOVE LOVE kissing. It's the only foreplay I need, if I can't get anything else. It's THAT effective for me.

My brain, that sly girl, started sending signals to my body to start tingling, and before you know it, I became turned on and hot, wanting to feel him between my legs, punishing me, exacting ownership over me again like, "Don't you ever make me mad again, girl. I'll show you who's the man."

We couldn't do much, because there were kids present, but whenever we could and they weren't looking, we would kiss. Our tongues would probe, and linger, and lick and fight and dance. I would feel my whole body respond to his touch, as if his tongue was a master puppeteer and my body the puppet.

Once we were able to distract the kids with homework and drawing--something that distracts them easily--we stole away to our bedroom. I jumped into the bed, and he looked at me. I just could not WAIT for him to come to bed. I threw my clothes off, and waited for him under the sheets. When he got into the bed, he was semi-hard, and within seconds he was fully erect. He kissed me some more, kissing my neck and my decolletage. By the time he came around to entering me, I was wet and ready to go.

He had no problems inviting himself in, and almost as soon as he completed his first full stroke, I wanted to orgasm. God, he had me scratching his back, biting and licking his chest and forearms. He had me touching my self, clenching pillows, muffling my moans and groans. He grabbed my hips and my thighs. I was where he wanted me.

I told him to punish me for our "disagreement". He didn't want to, I told him I wanted him to. He knows what I mean when I say this. This is my way of egging on his inner barbarian. I believe all men have it, and quite frankly, I love to see it because that's why I'm straight and not gay. Men have this "thing" that while they can be gentle, and normal, and kind and all those good things, but they all have this inner "Conan" that turns me the hell on.

I got on all fours, and he took his place behind me. At first thrust, he was hesitant, but I said, "Punish me!" And he was off. He went deeper, harder, faster with each thrust. I was being punished indeed. I couldn't run. With each thrust I said, "I'm sorry" (I know he likes this, it eggs him on like, "Yeah! Yeah! Be sorry! Take that!") and then he got me off of my forearms. He put both his hands around my neck (very softly mind you, we don't want anyone passing out and shit) but firmly enough to not lose the grip, and gave me a sexual thrashing.

He really liked that, because he had a powerful orgasm while I collapsed on the bed, spent and utterly satisfied, floating into post-coital bliss. I called this session one huge, never ending orgasm that just refused to end. It just kept getting bigger and bigger. I love when he does that.

And it all started with a kiss...

CrossPost: Sex, Lust and "Otherness" in Afro-Latin/West-Indian Culture

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 12:00:00 +0000

This was posted at HappyNappyHead. I originally wanted to post here, but decided to post there first. Honestly, it was a toss up. I wanted to see what the BGGTS fam thought about black female sexuality in a non-American context. Without further ado:

To start off International Week here at HNH, I wanted to start off with examining sex, lust and Black women in Afro-Hispanic/Hispanic culture.

I wanted to start off with the song "La Pollera Colora", a beloved song in most of Latin America, particularly those cultures with a deep African subculture.

Here are the lyrics (summary in English to follow):

pollera colorada
ay,al son de los tambores

Am
esa negra se amaña

G
y al sonar de la caña

Am
va brindando sus amores

G
es la negra Soledad

Am
la que goza mi cumbia,

G
esa negra sarabulla oye caramba
[ Checo Acosta Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]

Am
con su pollera colora

G
por eso te digo oye mi negrita goza oye caramba

Am
con su pollera colora,

ay,cuando le canto a Soledad
es que estoy yo contento
porque con su rico movimiento
inspiracion ella me da

Tiene sabor de canela
o rico sabor a pìmienta
como esta de contenta
con su pollera colora

This song by Checo Acosta, is actually, in my opinion, full of lust, and it paints the black protagonist as a very sexual and jubilant creature. I grew up listening to quite a few songs like this about black women. Honestly, there weren't many songs that were demeaning to black women (I honestly can't remember any).

He's singing about how sweet she smells, how joyful/happy she seems, carefree even, as she walks down the street. He sings about her taste, her movements and how awe-inspiring she is as she "toasts" her life (love life included). This attracts him to her, because she brings a joie de vivre to her surroundings; it lives within her.

Some may argue that this puts black women into a position that is fetishized, and I can see that. However, this is coming not from a Westernized place. This is coming from places that, at the end of the day, realize how much richer their culture is for having been touched by African culture. It is one big melting pot of African, Indian (Native) and Spanish (to name a few) cultures and people, and so the "admiration" comes from a more organic place.

As I explored my own budding sexuality, songs like this were drawn upon by me. It is something that I embrace, because when I think of "La Negra Soledad (her name)", I realize that she's carefree despite all of the societal bullshit because she knows how "rich" her culture, background and heritage are.

I think this is something we should really explore. Josephine Baker is a perfect example of this school of thought. Her "otherness" was not something that she wore with shame or was angry about, she embraced it, and owned it. We, in my opinion, have become so guarded, and so much more interested in integrating completely because of false, "post-racial" promises and hopes, that we've lost sight of what makes us truly "rich".

This is one of the reasons why sometimes my opinions are unpopular, because I see my "otherness" not as a hindrance or a clutch, but something that's powerful and disarming. It does not negate racism. It does not negate injustice. It, for me, is a statement of strength and even perseverance. It was that way of thinking that helped me to shed relaxers, even.

The closer I am to my "otherness", the better.

What are your thoughts? Are you offended by the song content/thoughts behind the lyrics?

Eye Candy: John Hamm

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 11:00:00 +0000

I am IN LOVE with AMC's "Mad Men" series, and have been watching Season 2 all weekend. I think it's more than fitting that John Hamm get a place in our eye candy section.

Why? Because that man can wear the hell out of a suit and a nice, slick backed hair style, that's why. Those intense eyes? They'd give Bela Lugosi in "Dracula" a run for his money. Crazy, sexy and cool... John Hamm, we salute you.

*pours whiskey on the rocks and smokes cigarette*

Would You Date a Guy Who Is Fond Of Sex With Prostitutes?

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 11:00:00 +0000

In a recent tirade, rapper Joe Budden gives (backhanded) praises to prostitutes, stating that they have "cleaner pussy" than women who are not prostitutes. Let's have a look, shall we?

“First of all, prostitutes, a lot of the times, have much cleaner pussy than regular girls.”

“Everybody in the world has paid for ass…Sometimes when you are in situations like this and you are in your hotel room and you just want a quick nut without doing it yourself, you fucking call a fucking escort. She comes over and gives you the best whatever you had, you pay her and she exits. They way that girls in the real world are suppose to do, but they don't.”

I knew there was a reason why I could not like this cat.

Not only is he perpetuating a myth about women and sex, he's obviously in need of some serious counseling. Let's not even get into how charged his words are considering he is part of the Black community (God, I wish he wasn't), the very same community that suffers disproportionately from HIV/AIDS.

I know that he is in a relationship with video chick/urban model Tahiry, although some believe they have since broken up. He states that he does not engage in prostitution because he's with her. If she hasn't left his ass, she should, because screwing with prostitutes is a deal breaker.

That's something that I cannot be a part of. I have no ill will towards those women, because many times, there is a back story that is tragic for many of them. They are humans too. However, if his attitude is that women should just up and leave and take some cash for sex, he needs to go on a "vision quest" alone.

Ladies, would you date a man who is fond of prostitutes, with beliefs that they have cleaner pipes?

Source

[Thanks Alex!!]

Reader Submission: Office "Visit" Part Deux

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 11:00:00 +0000

Here's the finale to Miss Lowlah's piece that was featured last week! I was hanging on the edge of my seat waiting to see how it would turn out (Lowlah, you tease you!)

Without further ado:
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You groan in frustration and answer it, your voice hoarse. It’s your secretary asking about lunch. You curtly tell her you have enough to eat. You ask her to hold your calls and then you hang up. Now where were we…?

I kneel before you and let my warm breath caress Stephen. Then I lick him, from the base of he shaft right to the top of the head. Your groans spur me on and I engulf him. I suck on the head like I’m trying to get to a treat at the centre. When I know you’re almost in pain, I take the plunge and take him in all the way to the back of my throat humming as I do so. I do this again and again, soaking your balls and my hands in saliva as I pump from the base up. I cup your balls in my hands and squeeze gently before taking them in my mouth, my hands still working away on your shaft.

You roughly pull my head up and kiss me so hard that my lips start to swell, biting my lips as if in payment for my earlier torture. Then you lift me unto the desk and lift my skirt up… you don’t seem surprised to see that I’m naked down there.

You flip me over and run your finger along the opening of my cunt. You see the wetness and dip your finger in. My knees give out, but you hold me, chuckling softly into my neck. Without warning, you ram your cock into me. I gasp. You dig your nails into my butt and spread my cheeks. You fuck me. Hard. Harder. Harder. You yank off my top and pull my nipples. It hurts but it just makes me back into you even more. You squeeze my breasts and pull me up by my hair. Your other hand travels down my front to play with my clit and I melt a little more…

You fuck me.

The motion rocks us backward and we fall unto the chair, me on top so I take over. I bounce up and down on you with glee, the sight and sound and smell of us drive me crazy. I whip my head around as you stick a finger up my ass.

“What the fuck…”

You grind your lips down on mine and I shut up.

And we fuck some more. I’m creaming all over your nice work pants, giggling to myself as I wonder how you’ll explain the stain to your colleagues. You push me forward so you can watch your dick slide into my pussy over and over. It’s too much for you. With a guttural, animal, growl you come. I clench my muscles to squeeze as much as I can out of you, till you’re so sensitive that you beg me to stop. Being the evil being that I am, I keep it up for a few seconds till you lift me off you. I pull my skirt down, put on my shirt and sit across the desk from you.

When your secretary knocks a few minutes later, it’s as if nothing had happened… except of course for the lingering smell of sex.

“I didn’t know you were coming”

“Of course you didn’t… but I knew you would be. I didn’t get to use my little surprise on you, so I’ll see you after work?”

“Girl, if I can stand up after this, I’ll be at your place.”

I cross and uncross my legs, your eyes follow each movement. I look down at your pants. Why hello there…

I get up to leave and stop at the door.

“Tonight babe?”

“Tonight.”

Don't Waste The Pretty Part III: "You Are Safe With Him!"

blackbeatniks@gmail.com (Seattle Slim) — Sat, 05 Sep 2009 12:08:00 +0000

WHOOO! What a week. I was UBER tired the last two days, so pardon my tardiness. I wanted to give you guys the final part because what our counselor said hit to the core and I definitely need to share that.

We basically explained the issues. He gave his side, and clarified what he meant. I gave my side and expressed my anger at feeling rejected that day. What she said next was on point.

"[Slim] You are SAFE with him! There is going to be a time where he's going to tell you to 'shut up, I'm not done talking yet' and that's okay, because it doesn't mean that he doesn't love you or rejects you. As we go through this process, he will start to open up more, but it doesn't mean he's going to leave."

She's SO good at what she does, because in my mind, I assumed that his expressing (and rightfully so) his unhappiness with certain aspects was almost proof that he didn't care about me or the relationship.

You may be saying, "She's crazy!" LOL If you are, I don't give a fuck. I thought so too, but speaking with her, it all boils down to one thing: fear. I was afraid, and am working on this fear, of losing the people I love most. In an effort to not be hurt by my pessimistic thought process that they will leave or I will lose them, it's almost like I find "evidence" that they are, possibly as a coping mechanism. Why? Because it's EASIER to believe that you're right, as opposed to being wrong and realizing that you have to be more vulnerable in order to fully love.

She made me turn to him, and say, "I am safe with you." I have NEVER said that to anyone, nor have I felt that way really, except with my mom. I am someone who has been in relationships and married, and it had nothing to do with the guys. These are good men. I just never felt safe with them because I never learned to trust a male figure in my life. When I was about to, something happened like a divorce. My mom was and is so dedicated to her kids, she didn't date or bring men around. Since she's been divorced, I can count on ONE hand just how many boyfriends she's had.

When I realized how difficult it was for me to say that, I realized just how much work I have yet to do. I am committed to doing it too.

So, it turns out that I still have a lot to learn about love and relationships. All I can do, is share my story along the way.