Porn actress Katja Kassin was a hardcore worker and one of my favorite girls up until her retirement last year from the industry. On her MySpace blog she, like most women in adult films was bombarded with the “I would hit that” and the “you need to let me f-ck you” commentary on her pictures. Given that it takes a true loser to put himself out there like that on a public profile, it must have been some real dark creeps on there sending her emails behind the scenes. If you are a porn addict aficionado and wonder how you could get yourself laid by one of the “pros” Katja Kassin answers your question with this blog post from 2008. Seems like you would still have to put in work to score the panties from a porn actress the same way you would a regular girl. I guess if you want some quick, easy poon you’d be better off calling a local escort.

The letter written to Katja by random MySpacer named K:

Dear Katja,

Look, I’m not even talking about you necessarily, I’ve wanted to fuck a pornstar for years, without paying, just through efforts known as “game” (I hate that term)… I’m a good looking dude, I’m clever as all hell, funny as a muthafucka, I’m not asking for a handout. I just want to know where I need to place myself so that I may be in a position to try my own hand, even if its just to get shut down (sometimes half the fun, HA!)… And not a fucking strip club… I don’t even care if she’s a headliner or not…

K.

Katja Kassin’s response:

Hello K.

I want to answer your question in my blog because I really feel like I want to explain this to you. You don’t understand that most adult actresses are total regular people in their personal lives. Yes, they kind of have a weird little job but when they go home after work they want and need the same things a civilian girl would ask for.

Speaking for myself  I am never interested in “hooking up”. If I like somebody I will let them know and I need to find somebody interesting in their personality and their character as well. In the end this is totally random and how could you ever explain why two people fall for each other. because they are attracted to each other? because they just click?

Most guys who end up being with a porn star never planned it. It just happens to be that way because they met her somewhere and they liked her enough to give her the benefit of the doubt that even beyond her kind of work they could see all that she has to offer ( and not just talking about the obvious).

You seem to think that just because somebody is a “porn star” all they are about is of a sexual nature. That’s not true. Most girls want some attention, somebody that asks how their day was or gives them a call just to hear their voice. So if you are ever in a position that you want to go out with a “porn star” just try to treat her like you would treat any other girl. Don’t ask her too many questions about her work. If she wants you to know, she will tell you. give her the feeling that you care for her and trust her and also that you would stand up for her, that you will be there for her if she needs a friend.

If you just want a fuck buddy, I don’t know what to tell you. Just go to bars and clubs and keep trying. It seems to me that you only want to get with her simply cuz she’s a porn star. Most girls in my business will not appreciate that. When they go home from work, they take off their stripper heels and fishnets, throw on a sweater, put their hair in a pony tail and hope that somewhere along the way there will be a genuine guy who really, truly likes them for who they are as a person.

And one more thing: we have too much senseless, brainless and meaningless “banging” at work so all we mostly want is somebody that cares. just think about it.

Doesn’t that just depress you K? Watching all those movies and thinking that “damn all Ricky White has to do is see my junk! And I’d be so getting in dem draws! I’m good looking, funnier than a motha fucka and be long stroking deez hoes all day! Holla at me yo!” only to find that you may actually have to work at it if the situation did present itself. It reminds me of strip club noobs who think that the girls actually love them because they smile when he places the $20 bill inside her g-string. Come on boys, you know better than this, I know you do. These chicks get it all day every day, doing 30+ movies at a time, what makes your dick so special that they would bang you for free. Getthefukoudahere!!!!

“Cause don’t forget who’s taking you home and in whose arms you’re gonna be, so darlin’ save the last dance for me” - The Drifters

Its an ongoing debate as to whether jealousy is inherently a female trait or not. While many guys tend to fall into the passionate/lover boy role because we know ourselves better than any woman does. We know that guys do not pursue women for friendship and we know that Julio getting her number at work means that Julio wants to get in her panties badly. Women who willingly give up the number or allow themselves to get into scenarios where they are a smooth word away from opening their legs are not good girlfriends and wives. For a level-headed alpha male you may get away with flirting with his girl or even sneaking around to try and romance her off his hands – but the minute you cross the lines of “respect” for him as a man he flips the switch into beast mode. A passionate, lover-boy type isn’t cool with anybody looking at his girl much less pursuing her and a cold, gangster type of guy gives a girl enough rope to hang herself with.

When you have a rotten woman it is better to find out early than to find out many years down the line. Nothing makes a gangster happier than a down-ass-bitch who will lie to the police for him, stash the drug money in her crib and most of all keep her legs locked while he does time in prison or a tour in the military. The stance as a down-ass-bitch can only be shown through action and for a woman to dangerously flirt with a possible sex partner behind the gangsters back can have deadly results. If you’ve been with him for too long you could die, if you’re brand new he will accept you as a whore. Either way he isn’t jealous, he just knows that you can or cannot be trusted around the animals of the man race. So to recap let’s see, you have those who will handcuff a woman out of jealousy in order to keep her from creeping, and then there are those who will let her roam free (but under observation) to see what kind of woman she is. The latter is on some gangster shit, the former is of the stock that can be labeled as insecure, normal and most times “crazy”.

Let’s examine the difference based on three scenarios of jealousy versus disrespect, each varying in level of disrespect. Jealousy warrants you dumping the girl, having a strong talk or brushing it off as nothing. Disrespect warrants you flipping the switch into beast mode on both her and whoever the other transgressor is.

Scenario One – The Rap Concert
Jealousy -- You find out your girl has given her number to (random rap star) at his concert.
Disrespect -- You find out your girl has given her number to (random rap star) at his concert, sucked him off and kissed you goodnight when she came home that same night.

Scenario Two – The Baby Momma
Jealousy – One of your friends kept your baby mama’s number and end up beating it₁ on a hot summer day.
Disrespect -- One of your friends kept your baby mama’s number and end up beating it on a hot summer day while your 5 yr old slept in the next room.

Scenario Three – Wedding Day Blues
Jealousy – Your best man pulls your future wife to the side to tell her that he was always in love with her and feels saddened that you got her before he did.
Disrespect -- Your best man pulls your future wife to the side to tell her that he was always in love with her and ends up beating it in the bathroom while you’re outside taking pictures… you find out two years later.

As you can see the cutoff occurs when it goes from assumption based on “what could happen” to scenarios when it happens regardless of your feelings or presence. What level of man are you my fellow Dragonites? Would you allow her to prove herself as a down-ass-bitch, or would you rather handcuff her before a moment of “disrespect” presents itself? Are you gangster enough to be that guy calmly waiting in the living room with the lights off when she comes home from f-cking Jerome in his SUV? Do you have the patience to sacrifice emotion to coldly kick her out your house? Or is it too much for you, you have to get loud and cry? How Gangster are you?

To sum this article up, I leave you with this song by the drifters as it speaks volume to the Gangster’s attitude to jealousy. Just remember who you’re coming home to and try your best not disrespect me.

1 Beat it up – Normally used to describe really good sex that drives women bonkers.

Deal Breaker: noun.  Any issue or factor that is significant enough to terminate a negotiation.

It could be that she loves pop music and you do not. She loves gourmet meals on a Friday night, but you are content with your Ramen noodles and chicken wings.  You always put things back where you got them from and she is from the school of “I’ll do it later”.  Whatever it is, if you treat it like a serious issue, it can always become a deal breaker.  You have to remember that not all people have the same thought process when it comes to pet peeves and character flaws. Communication is the key to compromise in a relationship rather than breaking the deal.  She may not know that every single time you get inside your car and Pink is blaring through the radio it makes your skin crawl to the point of resentment.

Tell her how you feel
Understand that she may not know that it bothers you so much that she does “that thing” she does. Most women are willing to make a compromise because she knows it irks her man. No need to ask her to stop her habit, but tell her that the habit bothers you and trust me she will make an effort to lessen the times it happens in your presence. My boyfriend happens to be a neat freak and whenever I go to his house, I have to make a conscious effort to keep my belongings from scattering around the place. Not because I want to, but because I know it drives him crazy when things are not in order.

Don’t take it personal
Some people need to be told more than once that their habit is bothersome. Ever notice how she takes weird offense to you trying to beat your new video game like it means you don’t love her anymore and she has been replaced with the game? Same situation switched around.  Don’t take offense to the fact that she hasn’t stopped doing “it”. Chances are is that she just doesn’t realize how much it bothers you and you may need to reiterate it once or twice before she gets the picture.

Be willing yourself to compromise
Trade her an extra two hours of ESPN for a chick flick night of cuddles on the couch.  Yes, endure the 2 hours of “He’s Just Not That Into You”, or, “Why Did I Get Married” if she was able to endure Stuart Scott in the background of her telephone conversation without complaint. It’s a give and take situation and Stuart is just as boring to a woman and Ben Affleck and Tyler Perry are to a man.

What is a bad habit to you may be simply her personality to her.  What she sees as annoying may be your daily activity before she came along.  You can be her yin to your yang, but both of you must be willing to communicate and compromise on those characteristics that drive each other nuts.  Connection deals of the heart should not be broken based on minor issues.   Communication is the key as sometimes total opposites can coexist and stay just that – and attract.

“It was like napalm, sexual napalm”
- John Mayer about sex with Jessica

I am sure you have heard about, or read the allegedly racist comments John Mayer made in his interview with Playboy. While I do agree that the man has zero brains when it comes to foresight for backlash when you make dumb jokes to the press – calling him a racist is not going to be exact science, and it will be based on who you are talking to. I could care less what John Mayer thinks about black women or who he chooses to run up in when the groupies come flooding backstage for him. I’m not sure when being a sexualized object became a standard to aspire for (speaking to the women who are now pissed at him for dissing them) but the man apparently has a flavor – in a sense we all do, does that make him racial? Nah. Just boring. What I did get from his interview though is that Jessica Simpson must have some platinum quality stuff going on down there. I mean dude makes it out to be the El Dorado of love.

His description makes you think of her as a succubus with the ability to drain you with pleasure whilst keeping you thirsty, unwilling to get the hell out. That Saturday morning good-good, where you’re like “fuck it I don’t have to be at work GAME ON BABY!!” Apparently Jessica put it on Mayer HARD!! And while it was insulting, and misogynistic or whatever other offensive big word you can throw at the interview, as a man, who likes women, this peaked my interest. What the hell do you have going on there Jess? Was Romo ensorcelled by your sexual spell as well? What about Nick? Is Mayer just insane? I mean he propped her up in a way that most guys would label you “pussy whipped” for going on about a woman like that. And NO red blooded man wants to wear the “pussy whipped” label.

Having stayed far away from the bandwagon of lusting for Jess over the years (hell the media has forced me to be anti-blond out of pure rebellion for what gets forced down my throat), recalling the interview she had with Maxim about saving “it” for marriage, to the show where she said a lot of dumb shit, and her acting stint as the redneck treat Daisy Duke. She never impressed me, I mean she was the typical blond, sexy, country girl stereotype that represents how the world sees America.  I steered away from the Southern Belle and her bald headed peer (Britney) during that whole brat pack era and I chose not to bite when the images of her being extra plump on stage surfaced after Tony Romo brought her back into the headlines. Go ahead and scour the Halls, you will find it Jessica free even when the demands for her were high, I was adamant about staying away… but this my fellow dragons, THIS cannot be ignored:

PLAYBOY: You were addicted to Jessica Simpson?
MAYER: Sexually it was crazy. That’s all I’ll say. It was like napalm, sexual napalm.

PLAYBOY: But before you dated her you thought of yourself as the kind of guy who would never date Jessica Simpson.
MAYER: That’s correct. There are people in the world who have the power to change our values. Have you ever been with a girl who made you want to quit the rest of your life? Did you ever say, “I want to quit my life and just fuckin’ snort you? If you charged me $10,000 to fuck you, I would start selling all my shit just to keep fucking you.”

Now fellas, you know that as men we NEVER carry on about a woman like this unless she laid it on us. The power of sex is such, if a woman puts it on a man to where he loses his mind like this guy apparently has… he will shout it to the mountains as we can read with this interview. DAMN JESS? What’s really happening? If it’s that damn banging how the hell did Nick and Romo let you escape so easily? Needless to say while Mayer is being publically tarred and feathered for calling his dick a Klansman and dragging Kerry Washington’s name needlessly into the dirt. I blinked past the racism and started to wonder if there really IS something about Jessica. I guess only time will tell. Tongue planted firmly in cheek (no pun intended).

There was a time when men going to the spa was considered a gay activity, so I can understand where the man’s man would want to argue the validity of him laying in a chair with someone rubbing his feet. However, lately, there has been an influx of men who go to the spa to the point that they now make up about a third of the spa population. The places to go are no longer catered to women where the man feels out of place, but they have gender neutral atmospheres and special treatments just for him.

MANicures
As a woman with soft skin, being touched by a man with callused hands definitely does not feel as good as it should.  I love a hard worker just as much as the next woman, but hard workers can take care of their hands just like the next man.  The manicure is simply a treatment for your skin and exfoliation of dead skin off your hands with professional products that work way better than the rock salt you have sitting on your bathroom counter.  THEY WILL NOT PAINT YOUR NAILS!!! I repeat – they will NOT paint your nails.  So next time you notice your rough palms after a week of hitting the gym without gloves, treat yourself to 30 minutes of a manicure.  Your hands will be left looking and feeling so good to her she won’t want you to stop touching her.

Sports massages
If you are an athletic man, you will benefit from the sports massage.  It is way different than the general pressure rubbing by a masseuse.  A sports massage is catered to you and your sport of choice – golfers get the focus on the shoulders and back, runners have focus on legs, and so on.  Athletes can always use a deep tissue massage to increase flexibility and addressing repetitive motion problems.  Again, spas are more aware of their male population these days, so have no fear as there are more manly choices other than the lavender or flower scented oils.

Gentleman’s Facial
Just because you are a man does not mean that your skin can look any kind of way. A smooth texture with little or no blemishes is always more desirable than a razor bump infested man. Put down your shaving cream and take your ass to the spa for a facial. They will first do a skin screening to determine your skin type and needs, then will perform a series of services that will leave your skin feeling better than it has in your whole life. Top it off with a perfect shave and you will be feeling as if you are the best looking dude alive.

Telling a man that he needs to be a bit more manicured may sound as an insult at first, but trust me guys – the ladies will love you for it. Understand that being a well manicured man does not mean that you have to go get your “nails done” every two weeks with your girl.  It means that you care about your skin, your appearance, and the way you are perceived by that special someone in your life.  If it helps you can think about it as if it’s a glorified barber shop experience where the man talk is replaced with man magazines and newspapers and women who cater to your every need.

Are you into Martial Arts? Do you wish to become a better grappler? Or maybe you have a youngling in training to be a badass, roundhouse kicking Jedi. Then there’s a new product coming out to help you become said badass. The  Tommy Boi by inventor Tommy Jubei Knight is a solo grappler’s dream come true.

You know, It’s one thing when you have a friend talk out his ass about what he plans on doing and then there’s another thing to have them actually do it. Tommy Jubei Knight (yup that’s his name) worked out at the same gym as me and we got to know each other through martial arts. As one of the only people to refer to me exclusively as “black dragon”, Tommy would recount to me his misadventures of sparring, fighting and squaring off against real opponents in multiple situations. Being of a stocky, hard and solid fighter’s stature, you would think that the man would not get tried throughout his life, but based on the casts and scars he would show up with, and tales that I would hear from him (always in a joking manner), Tommy had more than earned the right to call himself a warrior.

One day Tommy told me of a little secret that he was working on to help grapplers develop their skills without the risk of sprains and broken bones to their opponents. Hearing this from anyone else but the man who had successfully made his own money through a t-shirt business and a nail shop, I would have laughed it off with a mental “ya right”, but I knew my man as a straight-talker. I knew it would be only  a matter of time before this thing came to fruition and I was happy to see him on the local Channel 8 News pimping the Tommy Boi.

If you have a chance to pick this beast up for your gym, store or personal use, I will urge you to do it so that you can improve on your technique. This invention was not made by some dreamer in a suit, or a guy who hasn’t earned his stripes in the ring. This Tommy Boi comes from a warrior, and if you are a warrior or a warrior in training you know that it is only people of your ilk that can provide you the tools for combat. Check out his demonstration of the Tommy Boi below, and if you can take your eyes off that cutie Gayle Guyardo for a hot second, you might actually learn something.

Tommy Boi Training Dummy -- Demoed by Tommy Knight

Every so often Hollywood will squat down, take a huge dump and put it on screen as an American martial arts movie. Normally these feature a good looking white or black dude whooping ass, banging Asian chicks and saying cute one-liners. Although onscreen everyone fears the man, the audience as a whole is so sobered to this cliche that we almost laugh at him. Now we all know life imitates art (or vice versa) so the “coolness” of being a badass fantasy fighter has spawned a few McDojos (as I like to call them, since their schools are probably as false as they are) who aim to impress the ignorant on their skills.

Okay, I swear – the next pasty, fat, blowhard that comes up to me and lies about his martial arts accolades will probably have to cover his face as I literally explode out of frustration. I understand that in this age of quick fixes, microwave dinners and Mixed Martial Arts, everyone claims to be Bruce Lee just by watching a movie or two. To jokingly say you can whip somebody’s ass is one thing but to go on and on about pressure points, your multiple black belts and some book you’re reading when it’s quite obvious from your bragging and lack of everything including athletic ability that it is a BLANTANT LIE. Who are you fooling McDojo? Seriously? Real Martial Artists are shamed by you, you slap us in the face because we train for years doing something we love and here you are belittling the effort through lying.

The last McDojo I ran into was a chubby kid working at a Chinese Fast Food restaurant. The kid couldn’t be any older than 17 and he was going on and on to his co-worker, who he was no doubt Asian Fetishizing over, telling her he has black belts in 10 different disciplines… WHAT? I thought I heard him wrong, but then he sees the Iron Fighter Phillipines on my t-shirt (a video game event) and mistakes it for an MMA shirt. He then proceeds to prod me about how long I’d trained in MMA etc. So me being the smartass that I am, answered him in the worst way I could “Mixed Martial Arts is an entertainment fad, it isn’t a martial art. I’m a real fighter, not an MMA fighter.” This prompted him to walk out from behind the counter… expecting a fight, I set myself to restrain the kid (I figured I could roll him over my hip and lock him down till he cried uncle), but he walks out to me and extends a hand saying “let me shake your hand sir” as he adjusted his glasses. It seemed he was feeling me on my disdain for MMA, the whole thing felt bizarre.

As I talked to him following the handshake, it dawned on me that he might have trained, or is training in a discipline but I was angry at his need to pad his resume just to score some Asian tail. The latter was obviously not his only intent however based on my second visit to the place,when he had another guy cornered, bragging about his 10 black belts. Now this is a young guy so I chalk it up to him loving the martial arts and being a bit obsessed, but I have met a whole host of 30+, broken down, wannabe’s sprouting out to the ignorant masses about the amount of black belts they have etc. Ya we may not care so much, but yes McDojo, YOU ARE ANNOYING. Nobody wants to hear about the fantasy black belts you have in random styles and how you can jump over a guy like a video game. For you readers who don’t know, a black belt or claim of several black belts does not a badass make you. Many “black belts” as in people who cut their teacher a check and showed up for a few years to be rewarded one – will still lose to random, battle-hardened, hay-maker throwing thug from the street. So why brag, I wonder?

Fake Martial Arts Guy, please do us a favor – go to a real dojo (not Jim Bob’s Tae Kwon Do Emporium), learn some discipline, and for the love of god HUMILITY then kindly rethink your life. You bring shame to anyone who has legitimately trained in a gi.

“The things we forgot about being different in the Public School system.”

My friend’s young daughter has had issues with school, she is smart as a whip and extremely polite so as you can expect academics aren’t the issue. Although she is 22 years younger than myself I can understand what she’s going through. Blame this on me being an enormous 6 foot child mentally or the fact that my childhood memories are still pretty keen. Either way, the aspect of “fitting in” is starting to really grate on her young nerves as she battles the name-calling, the unsupportive people who look like her (more on this later) and the adults who lack the imagination to see things from her side. It’s a struggle that I remember well, and I hope for her sake that she is as strong a child as I was.

If you (the reader) are not black, some of what I am about to say will be news to you, some of it you have probably heard or figured out. For the black readers it may seem like I am airing out our dirty laundry etc. but here’s the thing, I write this in hopes of a few parents grasping a bit more on what their child goes through daily. Kids have it hard in general, whether they be white, black or other. The schoolyard is comparable to any forced situation, and I would put prison up there as a standard to compare it to. Like prison you will have your alpha dogs, your bitches and a whole host of other dogs that walk the line to not become a victim of the alpha. These alphas run in packs, they come from the worst parenting situations and their confidence gains them a sort of charisma that is beyond anything. If your kid is a follower, chances are that he/she is either best friends with the alpha dog or a gopher buying him/her lunch.

The Lord of the Flies
I love the book Lord of The Flies because it exemplifies this case in more ways than one, the only unrealistic portion being the inherently good alpha kid who develops his army to take on the evil kid. In my experience, the Lord of Flies, had it been reality, would have been one evil kid, a crap load of followers and a few moral kids getting run down without much order. This is very reflective of the type of schoolyard situations I grew up in. As a child if I were to run down all of the things I went through to survive the public school system, my mother would  probably have a heart attack. The schoolyard preps our mentality for a world that is better behaved, but the same under the surface, we are all bullies, outcasts or followers below the surface. When you ignore your job of guiding a young one during the most precious of years, you have no cause to wonder why he/she ended up doing something crazy.

Public School is Hell when you’re Different
The worst thing you can be as a child in our public school system is intelligent, cultured, and different. When you’re black and grew up in my years (not sure how different it is now) you can add in dark-skinned, speaking proper English and foreign. I am sure more than a few of you can identify, when a good bulk of your school is the product of poverty-stricken, barely educated, too young to have a baby, parents, these elements will “other” you. Change “foreign” to anything outside of white, black or brown-skinned Hispanic, and you will get the same recipe. If these little bastards didn’t grow up seeing people who look/act like you in their 8-14 years, they will give you hell for it. We all remember our hazing, it’s a wonder that so many of us survived it. If you aren’t hip to this, just realize that if you have one of these smart, well spoken, happy kids, that every day  you place them on a bus to go to school, this is what they are dealing with. Your struggles as a hard-working, ambitious individual in society can reap rewards beyond measure, but If you have a child, the minute they enter our imperfect school system it becomes a proving grounds for everything that you have taught them. I remember dealing with it, my best friends dealt with it, and I remember my brother dealing with it.

The Dark-skinned Black Experience
Let’s do a pattern study that occurred with dark-skinned blacks that were schooled in the 80’s like myself: Cause: Go to school – get heckled by other black kids for pigment/looks, being too smart and being too different.  Effect1: Look to other less heckling people for acceptance.  Effect2 (The result of Effect1): Labeled a sellout, wannabe or Oreo by other black kids. Effect3 (the result of Effect2): (1) You get hardened and develop a deep-rooted hate for your own black people, (2) become EMO and/or suicidal. (3) you find balance somehow, usually through re-earning acceptance by doing or being a certain way (a funny guy, a kickass athlete, or a hardcore militant) or being strong enough to look past the heckling. I saw fellow dark-skinned kids take on the aspects of item 1, they never lived it down or got past it. All the way into high school, these kids could not recover and either alienated themselves from fellow blacks or became bitter and hateful individuals. Others like myself learnt to step outside of our skin and look at people as people, we developed a cosmopolitan network of friends and we became a bit more cultured for it. When we hear things like “good hair” and “light skinted” we get flashbacks of the playground, and we feel sorry that the person uttering this nonsense has not had a chance to evolve.

Luckily for me, I had a source at home telling me that my assaulters were the result of a less than standard home and system. I dealt with it and came through scarred but toughened, ready for the world. Recently I did a search for the alpha dogs that ran the playground when I was a child and found that many of them have lived really hard lives following school. Although I would love to end this article by saying all of them have been either given lengthy sentences in prison or dead, I find no joy in saying it, but yes. Many of the bullies with whom I fought, befriended or silently loathed coming up are either locked up or dead. I wonder what I would have said to that if I had been told their futures back when I was 11. I was a tall, nerdy, book reading kid but I fought, I got bloody with the best of them and I never joined in with an alpha to heckle another. This was due not only to my parenting but to every adult who had taken the time to pull me to the side and square me up about life. It’s something to feel proud of, coming through that a survivor, remember to be present in a child’s life whenever you can, ESPECIALLY those hard early teens.

INGREDIENTS

2 chick breasts

1 garlic clove (minced)

½ cup of butter (1 stick)

1lb of penne pasta (one box)

2 cups of frozen broccoli

1 cup of chardonnay or other white wine

Fill a 2 qt. pot with water (3/4 full) and place it on a burner at high (until boil). Cut the chicken on the bias (turn the chicken and cut on a slant).  Heat a frying pan or skillet on medium – high for two minutes. Melt the butter in the pan and sauté the garlic for 2 minutes or until golden brown. Add wine and reduce heat to medium.  Let simmer for 2 minutes, stirring often.  Add chicken to skillet and let cook (about 8 – 10 minutes) on medium – low, stirring occasionally.  Meanwhile, add pasta to boiling pot and let cook according to the package.  Strain the pasta while reserving the boiling water.  Place broccoli in water and return to stove on high. Boil broccoli 4 minutes.  Add broccoli and chicken mixture to the pasta and serve.