30 Days of Erotic Truth #15: Gotcha!

Task: Have you ever been caught masturbating or having sex? Tell the story…



Actually, I did once…



Oddly enough, the guy's name was Joe (shut it, Dee).



I was only about 16 and had just told him I was pregnant. I thought Joe might be the daddy (He wasn't, but that's another blog entirely). you see, Joe and I share the same birthday, so to celebrate my 16th and his 19th he took me to dinner then we went back to his friend's apartment and had sex. There was nothing spectacular that I can recall about it, except that we'd taken a shower together as part of our 'celebration'. Since my hair was natural at the time, you can guess what happened when the water hit it. Yep, cute kitchen curls turned into negro naps fa real. I remember his friend talking shit about my hair when we were leaving. Please believe me when I say I hated that bitch-nigga for many years since then, but I digress.



Fast forward about 3 months and Joe and I are in his car down by the Tidal Basin discussing him not being ready to be a father. *eyeroll* I was sick with the flu on top of being sick constantly from being preggers. He'd gotten me out of the house in my nightgown with jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket on over it. My momma would have killed me had she known, but I thought I was 'in love'. Anywho, Joe is steadily trying to talk me into having an abortion and I'm crying, so he says that we should sit in the back so he can hold me. Well holding me turned into kissing me, and then turned into us pulling off my jacket and t-shirt. The windows are completely fogged up and he's on top of me trying to work my jeans down. Who rolled up on us but good ol' US Park Police. Spotlight on and a knock on the window scared us both shitless. I thought we were going to jail. The cop just told us to get dressed and go home. He didn't even question my age, lol. I should have taken that as a sign because we didn't talk much on the ride back to my house. I didn't see Joe again until my daughter Jessica was almost 2. He'd came to my house with a few things he had bought for her. I didn't even bother to tell him he wasn't her dad. I just told him we were doing fine without him. To be honest, I don't think I ever bothered to tell him. He'd already proven what type of guy he was anyway…lol

30 Days of Erotic Truth #14: The Blackbyrds Had it Right!

Task: Public sex: do or don’t?


By all means DO!

But only if you're comfortable with being an exhibitionist. Not everyone has the stomach for public nudity. Not everyone has the nerve to risk getting caught. Taking risks, however, is in my nature...

I've had some wonderful experiences with public sex. You'll be surprised what your love for somebody will spur you to do. I think I've had more public sex in the last year than I've had since I was a teenager. Back in the day it was nothing to be scuzzy and fuck on a park bench or picnic table. Hell, neighborhood playground too. We would go behind the school, down in a stairwell or even just do it in the local public pool. I was extremely insatiable back then...still am, really. During the early years of my marriage we would fuck in the Hub's truck regularly. We'd be parked right in front of the house, in the truck, gettin it in. Ah, memories...lol

Nowadays, I'm a little more mindful of my surroundings, but that man can always get me hot and horny enough to fuck almost anywhere... in front of the local utility company... on a tennis court... even in the back of his truck in the rain...

Aaahhh...memories....

30 Days of Erotic Truth #13: No Strap'n Cap'n

Task: A fantasy you know you will never fulfill



Well, it's not really a fantasy of mine, but I know some other folks have fantasized about it... It's letting someone use a strap-on on me. I will never let anyone use a strap on me, especially a woman. I've worn the strap a couple times, and had fun doing it. But another woman can't and won't be doing me. Call me unfair, call me selfish. Just don't call me with that bullshit.

I'm too dominant for it.

I just can't see myself giving another woman that kind of dominion over me. I won't. Maybe I've got too much testosterone in me. Maybe I'm a stud in femme's clothing. Maybe I just don't want another woman trying to beat my pussy up. Whatever it is, strap-on ain't happening. And I let it be known up front too.

Now, I've done the vibe thing with another woman. She can play in it all day with a vibe and a nice glass dildo. But the moment she starts talkin' crazy about puttin' on a strap? Game over.

Sorry darlin'... Momma cain't do that one...

30 Days of Erotic Truth #12: Beauty and the Beast

Task: A fantasy you want to fulfill

My fantasy is real simple: on a blanket, in the rain.We're surrounded by trees so no one sees us. Clothes are sticking to our skin, skirt hiked up around my waste, going at it full tilt. I always have on a white button down shirt and grey skirt in this fantasy, and we're always on a tartan plain blanket. The rain pours in sheets but it doesn't stop us. He's biting my neck so hard he leaves deep teeth marks. I'm clawing at his shirt, trying to pull his clothes off. I put my legs around him and he's stroking so hard and deep in me that I feel itin my sleep. It's kind of beastly, like the scene from Bram Stoker's Dracula when the girl gets fucked by Dracula when he's the wolf-thing. Yeah, I want to be taken like THAT.

Oh yeah...and it's ALWAYS Him...

30 Days of Erotic Truth #11: Fake-Me-Out

Write a letter to the person you faked it with.. tell em why he/she didn't take you there once and for all…

Now THIS is gonna be an interesting one...


A.,

Where do I begin with this? Maybe right from the beginning...

I loved you more than I should have. Took me 9 years to figure that out. You know what made me realize it? When I became willing to screw your husband just to be with you. It was stupid, and I never should have, but hey, I loved you enough to want to see you satisfied. All it did was make him hate me more because he didn't move you like I did. It also made him want me as much as he hated me. And yes, I faked it with him EVERY SINGLE TIME. I didn't want him touching me, but you got off on it. Another lesson in being willing to lower my standards. You'd have to see the letter to Glen to understand why I said that. When I finally couldn't stand it anymore, I stopped letting him touch me. I still loved you, but I had decided to love ME more. And he was a lousy lay. Yes, love. Your husband is a LAME FUCK. I still have no idea how you couldn't see that. Maybe you became numb to him after all those years. I just couldn't stomach his penis near me anymore. I knew he hated me, and most days he was angry at you for loving me. The way he behaved prior to his encarceration proved that. You said yourself that the whole time he was locked up he asked you to apologize to everyone in your circle BUT ME. I guess he never realized that everything you went through with him, I went through too. Probably wouldn't even care. Oh well. C'est la vie...

I will always love you. We've shared one spectacular night in the 13 years we've known each other. I will always treasure that.

Your homie,

H.

30 Days of Erotic Truth #10: Purged

Task: A letter to the person you regret screwing .. tell em how you really feel…



Glen,

Wow, where do I start?

You were my first love, and I adored you. I damn near worshipped the ground you walked on. You accepted me and my daughter, and treated her like she was your own. You took me from a teenager thinking I was really doing something in the world, to a woman who could handle her own in any situation. You were the only man to show me patience and teach me how to give head WELL. You gave me a beautiful daughter.

You were also the only man to put his hands on me violently. I'd had a previous boyfriend who used to get very rough with me, but that was only during sex. YOU, however, felt the need to try to control me through abuse. I had never been slapped EVER in my life until I met you. I had never been slapped repeatedly, at times until I couldn't see or hear, but that was your punishment of choice. I know in my heart that the only reason you stopped was because I became pregnant with our daughter.

I'd never had a jailbird boyfriend until you either. I always thought I was too good to be waiting for someone who figured doing wrong was their only option until they got caught and wound up doing time. You weren't in jail long, but I loved you so much I lowered my standard for you. I never should have. It opened the door for me lowering my standards again and again for you and then others after you.

Lastly, you showed me that love will make a person do almost anything, including fall into abject despair when it ends. You cheated on me, told me my mother was interfering in our relationship, pushed me to move out on my own, still cheated, told your side bitch I was crazy, told me your side bitch was on drugs and just letting you sleep on her couch, and ultimately left us for the side bitch. I thought my world was ending. I became severely depressed, and eventually started drinking heavily to compensate. I met a good man who loved me and my girls, but I screwed him over because I couldn't get over you. He ended up leaving me. Side Bitch ended up trying to kill you...TWICE. Our daughter was only 3 by then.

In the time since then, we've fucked and sucked on and off for many years. Me believing I still loved you, and you still loved me. I got married, but still couldn't stay away from you. You got married too, but have been cheating on her stupid ass since before you married her. Your youngest daughter bears that truth out. Now instead of dealing with you when you cheat, she'd rather fight the chicks you're screwing. Like I said, stupid. I was stupid too, though. You have been pretty much a non-factor in our daughter's life since she was 2. She's 19 now and has a closer relationship with your father than with you. You've proven time and again that the most important person in YOUR life, is YOU. Your heavy drinking bears that truth out too. Even when you lost your only son, our daughter's big brother, you're always so consumed with your own grief that you have lived in a vodka bottle and you've managed to push her away. It shouldn't suprise you that she wants nothing more to do with you. Not on your terms anyway.

I guess I need to get to the crux of why I'm writing this letter. I honestly regret fucking you. The best thing you ever gave me was our daughter. I learned some valuable lessons in dealing with you, but I could have done without the abuse, heartache, and misery I had to endure to learn them. That first night we fucked, the first night we ever met, was good, but you could have kept the dick to yourself fa real. I recently found out that you're still screwing your other 2 baby mamas. It's a damn shame, really. The more things change... Well, our daughter is graduating high school in 1 week and plans to enter the navy. You should feel proud. She's done all of this in spite of you. I know I'm proud of her. No man has put his hands on me violently since you did. I'd kill a muthafucka first. I'm beating my depression, and have a good life, and good husband to prove it. I've also found the most beautiful love in the world. It ain't perfect, but he's perfect for me. I finally learned that life moves on without you.

I hope you live the life you deserve.

Always stronger than you think,
Harmony

30 Days of Erotic Truth #9: For the Good Book Says...

Task: Does your religion/beliefs hinder your sexual expression?


In a word? Nope.

Why? Without going into any deep explanation of my beliefs about the bible, I'll simply say this: the bible is very sunjective. People tend to pick out the parts that they want to use, and ignore the rest. That's fine with me. The lessons taught in the bible are good ones, but they don't define a person's entire life, AND I keep in mind who interpreted it.

Besides, I've cracked more ignant jokes on folks than committed 'sinful' sexual acts. If I'm going to hell, it won't be for my pussy antics, it'll be for my sharp tongue...

30 Days of Erotic Truth #8: Straight Jackin' Folks

Task: What's your definition of rape? Date rape?


My definition?

It's simple. If you force yourself on an individual, male or female, and it results in unwanted, nonconsensual sexual intercourse or an unwanted, nonconsensual sexual act, or you ATTEMPT to force yourself on an individual, that to me is rape. Even if things start out consensual, once that person says NO, if you continue you are committing rape. There is no middle ground. There is no in between.

Date rape to me follows the same premise. The only difference is the perpetrator has added chemicals to prevent the person from saying no. Consent is only implied in life threatening health emergencies. It is not implied in sexual situations. If you incapacitate someone in any way, be it with drugs, alcohol, or violence, then have sex with them, you have committed rape.

In any rape situation, be it violent rape or date rape, the perp should have his/her genitals removed with a hot, dull butter knife and no anesthesia. But that's just my opinion.

30 Days of Erotic Truth #7: Love Letter

Task: Write a letter to the best lover you’ve ever had..

*sangin like Teena Marie*
"Dear Lover, I hope this letter finds you, Dear...Lover..."

This should be interesting....




Hey Baby,

I just want to thank you for the way you love on me. I look forward to every chance we get to spend together. I've never experienced anything like the love we share. You have consumed every part of me, from the locs on my head, to the balls of my feet. Thank you for giving me the best love/sex I've ever known.

I can hardly wait to see you again. I need some of you bad as fuck right now, and want you deep inside me. My nipples get hard just at the thought of your tongue against them. My skin craves your touch. My mouth misses the taste of you. I need us to climax together, baby. I'm feenin' for the release only yu can bring. I'ma stop now before I make a mess in my panties thinkin' about you fuckin me hard. Hope to see you soon!

Lovin on you as hard as you love on me,

Sundae...

30 Days of Erotic Truth #6: Mind Phuck

Task: Tell a story about how you would seduce someone you must have …

This one was kind of tough. By my own admission, I don't know how to seduce someone. I was told, however, that I seduce with words. After thinking on it, I figured out how to approach this one. Here it go....


Edward is not your typical guy. It’s take a little more than nice tits and a big ass to seduce him. You need to get inside his mind first. If I wanted to seduce him, THIS is what I’d say…

Would you like to see me naked, baby? I know you want me completely bare to you. With each piece of clothing, I will strip away every layer of my defenses. My shirt? That’s my armor. I wear it to keep people from seeing my true form. So many people are obssessed with looks, but I want you to see the real me. My pants are my illusion. You look at my ass in my tight pants and see just what I want you to. My socks and shoes are my wit and humor. If I can tap dance around you, and make you laugh, you wont think about what’s undrneath.

See baby? I’ve stripped one complete layer of my defenses for you. Only you.

My panties conceal my lust. That warm, wet place beneath them can bring much joy to whomever is allowed to enter. It can also make men crazy. I choose carefully who is allowed to caress her, to possess her. It wasn’t always like that. I didn’t know what I had betweem my cream-colored thighs. Now, she wants to respond to no one but you. I throw away my panties, and my inhibitions, just for you. My bra? That’s the cage around my heart. It keeps my love and my trust safe. I don’t let just anyone near it. Too many folks have gotten into that cage and nearly destroyed me. It’s the most precious thing I have, but I willingly open my cage to you. So the bra drops to the floor. I place my heart, my love, and my trust in your hands.

Now I stand completely bare to you.
No clothes…
no defenses…
no inhibitions…
I am as open as I’ll ever be, baby. This is the real me.

Now what will you do with me?

Off The Beaten Path: My Kinda Heaven

**WARNING: While this blog does not poke fun at religion, it is intended to be funny. If you're a religious zealot, or the type to condemn folks to hell randomly, this blog IS NOT for you. Negative comments WILL BE deleted**


Back story:
So I was talking to my girlfriend about the world ending today, and I had mentioned that another friend of mine was hosting a 'Looting After Rapture' event in honor of that. She said that won't be none of that going on, seeing as how everything will be gone, which prompted me to reply that there may be some interesting happenings during that time. she said that folks would be too busy pleading their case . I said any looting would have to occur after that, because it would be kind of hard for somebody to try to plead to Jesus with a stolen TV under their arm. It got us to giggling and talking about how someone would approach the Pearly Gates with a stolen TV under their arm, "See Lawd, wha ha'happen was…" Anyway, I told her that to me, Heaven should already have TVs. I then told her that I should blog about that.

So here it go:

My kind of Heaven would already have TVs in it. Big flatscreens that show nothing but music videos 24/7, and I don't mean that crap they show on MTV and stations like that. My kind of Heaven would show VH1 Soul. Good music you can groove to. Maybe some soca, or other Caribbean music, and plenty reggae. My Heaven would also have a Daddy Grace's or Sweetie Pie's on every other corner, and the food wouldn't make you fat or hurt your body in any way. I don't know about ya'll, but this good Christian will definitely need to eat while I'm in Heaven. All of my loved ones, friends and I would go to one of these places and eat all the time. We'd laugh and have a good ol' family get together, sharing the love of friendship and family.

My Heaven would keep the temp at 75 degrees, with gentle breezes and the occasional warm rain shower or thunderstorm. Everybody's mansion would have a huge veranda so we could sit out and enjoy the rain. Everybody's favorite flowers would bloom outside their mansion, and there'd be shady trees in every yard. You know the sun would be blazin' in Heaven, right? Gotta stay shaded. I wouldn't have to worry about the sun making me itch and feel bad, because I wouldn't need the blood pressure meds I take. Somebody would always be having a bar-b-que, too. That good music would be playing and folks would be having a ball.

While the niggas and hood-boogers would be welcome in My Heaven, all their niggatry (thanks Nori!) and hood-boogerness would not be. No bammas driving around with too loud music boomin' too much bass. No chicks fightin' over havin' the same baby daddy. No excessive cussin' (this is MY Heaven, remember?) and no 211 Steel Reserve. If you feel like you got to fight? Take that mess down to Satan's Place. just know that there's no return trip. There wouldn't be triflin' parents or bad ass kids either. Any kids in My Heaven would be good, well-behaved kids, and there wouldn't be any parents wearin' expensive clothes/shoes and kids looking like waifs. Everybody will be dressed good in My Heaven! Nobody would have to sell weed because weed would be free for everybody who wanted it. folks wouldn't have to lie about 'medicinal purposes' because there wouldn't be a need for medicine. I'd also have a tap in my mansion that only poured tequila.

Yes indeed, My Heaven would be perfect just me, and all of ya'll would be welcome. Well, maybe not ALL of ya'll. Donald Trump, Rush Limbaugh, Glenn Beck, and a few others can't come. My Heaven is a 'Bullshit Free' zone. But the rest of ya'll are good!

Now, if I can just get God an'em to go along with it....


By the way, since the rapture didn't come today, the looting event was subsequently cancelled. Damn. I had hoped to get me a flatscreen too...

30 Days of Erotic Truth #5: Put'cho Mouth on Me

Task: She doesn’t suck dick/He doesn’t lick clits…is that a deal breaker?

Hmmm... If my man didn't lick clits, would that be a dealbreaker for me?
Nope.
Here's why...
I'm a woman who loves women. Have been since I was a small child. I love the sight, touch, feel, scent, and taste of a woman. I can indulge in the pleasantries of a sensual woman for hours...and never get enough. If she's feeling me as much as I'm feeling her, the places we could go sexually are just magical.. *hamercy*
Any man I deal with has to understand this part of me, and ACCEPT IT. Doesn't make sense to me to be with a man who will wig out the moment I say I'm craving pussy, so I establish that up front. I did 15 years ago with my husband. We've been doing fine with it since then. If there ever comes a time when I am no longer married, and the man I meet has an issue with my sexuality? We have no chemistry, brother. Sorry. If he's fine with me being intimate with a woman, then him licking my clit doesn't really matter. There are other ways to stimulate my love bud that he and I can explore and I will still get off WITH HIM. I have only come from vaginal sex twice in my life. I've had some juicy close calls, lol! But the rockets only shot off twice from intercourse. And I hate to admit it, but a woman's mouth on my clit will make me cum faster and harder than a man's. Go figure... Anywho, as long as it's some type of clit stimulation, him using his tongue is not a requirement.

Now, if the bamma says he's not into penetrating women vaginally? Some shit gon' jump off!

30 Days of Erotic Truth 4: 'Sex for Sale... CHEAP'

Task: If you were approached and offered to do a porno scene for $20,000, would you do it? And why?

 

 

This is kind of a no-brainer question for me. If I was offered $20,000 to do a porno scene, would I? Yerp.

Why? 3 reasons:

1. I'm broke

2. I got a family

3. I got bills

 

In this economic climate, folks are having a hard time with simple things like buying groceries. With Dept. of Education breathing down my neck, I got too much stuff to do to turn down a chunk of change just because I gotta give up some pussy for it. I don't have any qualms about screwing with no conscience. Hell, I used to do it for sport when I was younger.  

 

And I think my husband would understand.

 

However, there'd have to be some conditions. Just because I'm being paid, doesn't mean I'ma just let the offerer be willy nilly with how I'm giving up my cooch. The short list would include:

 

1. No anal - Some things should be kept exclusively for my man. If the person offering the money says the scene is all anal, all bets are off. I need money, but not at the expense of my poop shoot. So, I'm sorry. I don't think I need anyone violating my rectum at this particular time.

2. No condoms, no cooch - Self explanatory

3. No cum to the face - I don't do this PERIOD.

4. No cum in my mouth - I don't know you, slim. Why would I catch your spunk in my mouth? Eww…

5. Must be a clean environment - If the offerer's idea of a hot sex scene is on a pissy mattress over at the city dump, count me out. If it includes anywhere outdoors where I may be laying down, forget it. Unless it's on a deck chair with SEVERAL clean towels on it.

6. I reserve the right to sue if any parts of 1 through 5 are violated.

 

I'm sure I could come up with more if I put my mind to it. Yeah, it may be cheap or trashy, but if it was the only way I could feed my family, I've have been selling pussy ages ago. A lot of folks don't understand the concept of being willing to do anything to take care of your clan. And still, many folks are quick to say they've never sell sex to feed their kids. Truth is, you don't know WHAT you'd do for your family until you're forced to. Many of my friends would probably say "You should love the person you give yourself to." My response to that would be "I love the people I'm giving myself away FOR. That to me is more important."

 

Besides, sex without love is just that….sex.

30 Days of Erotic Truth: 'Beat Me! Mistreat Me!'

Task: Your thoughts on S&M

 

Let's see… What are MY thoughts on Sadism and Masochism…. I guess that depends on which end of the spectrum you want me to speak from. I can get into both.

 

To me, it's a preference thing. I can be into either depending on who I'm with and what we're doing. I've been accused of having a sadistic side, although it's not as bad as some folks I'm close to. I've been known to conjure up some shit that will make people cringe, lol. I see it as a release thing for some people. People carry a lot of shit with them sometimes, and the only way to get it off them is by having pain inflicted on them. It's kind of like the guy whose job it is at a corporate office to fire/lay folks off. He may see himself as needing to be punished for what he does for a living. I can be that person who gives him what he needs.

 

On the other hand, and again, depending on who I'm with and what we're doing, receiving pain can be a beautiful thing. That's all I'ma say about that! :D

30y.o. Virgin vs. 38y.o. Pro??

Task: If you meet someone right now that is a 30 year old virgin, would you be willing to be their first?

Are you askin' the 'good Christian' in me, or are you askin' the 'Deviant'? Because this could go either way...

The 'good Christian' would tell said virgin to continue to save him/herself for the right person. Sex at the wrong time and with the wrong person can fuck your life up (see previous blog). The first person you give yourself to should at least care about you, and want to make your experience memorable for all the right reasons (again, see previous blog for examples of all the wrong reasons). Sex can be a beautiful thing, and allowing someone to deflower you should be the beginning of an enjoyable sexual journey.

But enough of that...

The 'Deviant'? Doesn't even have to have any type of feelings beyond wanting to show said virgin just how exciting sex can be. I wouldn't be rough, but I'd make damn sure the next 10 sexual encounters were with ME. I'd be sure to give them some memories that won't ever forget, and I'd want said virgin hooked, and feenin'. Then after teaching them most of what I know, I'd turn them loose on the world.... Oh boy!

Good Girl Gone

Task: The first time you had sex …details please

"The first time I made love, it wasn't love at all. Didn't know what to feel. Didn't seem real. That's all I can recall..." Joyce Kennedy & Jeffrey Osborne


Yeah, it's corny and borrowed, but that about sums it up.

Well, not exactly. I can recall very well. I was only 13. He was 23, and his name was Greg..... *insert gasps and pearl-clutchin' here*

See, I had been dry-humpin' and pseudo-sexin' since I was 6. This particular summer, however, was the summer of moving from boys to men, and me proving my 'skills' to a grown-ass man was par for the course. He was very cute too! high yellow, tall, slender, and a lifegaurd. He drove his convertible to the neighborhood pool where he worked, and all the girls crushed on him HARD.

He'd come to our neighborhood that evening to pick up my big-breasted best friend whom he had been chasing. She couldn't get out the house though. Guess who caught his eye. (took me many years to realize I was NOT ho material, and deserved better than being someone's second choice.) He asked if I wanted to hang out and I jumped at the chance to get him. So we went back to his house. IT was a nice rambler in a very nice neighborhood. Nothing like the projects where we lived. We get there and he starts acting hinky. Turns out 'his house' was actually his parents' house, and even though he was 23, he couldn't have females over after dark. O_o I had to climb in his bedroom window. Again O_o Good thing his bed was right there! Looking back, I'm sure I wasn't the first, and I hope his neighbors eventually snitched on him!

We're in his room, and we kiss a little. I knew right then and there I didn't want to be with this dude. No turning back now though! I had a reputation to uphold (glad it didn't stick). Once we're undressed, he asks me to get on top. I'm thinking, "No sweat. I've been on top before." Not with a grown man I haven't! So I get on top and start moving my hips. After about a minute, Greg made me stop and raise up a little. He repositioned himself, and lowered me down onto the head of his penis. As he brought me down, he pushed upwards and I felt a small sharp pain. I remember saying "Ouch! Something hurt!" I also remember him saying "I thought you said you wasn't a virgin?!" I'd said I wasn't, but I guess I still was. Shows you how much I knew. We humped like that for a little while, and it still hurt a little. I couldn't keep quiet, and I guess his conscious got to him because it didn't take long fo rhim to say it was time to go. He got me omething to clean up with, and we got dressed and out the window I went. I don't recall if I saw blood or not, but I do know we avoided each other the rest of the summer. It's kind of sad, really. Just like that, all traces of the good girl in me were gone.

I ain't been right since......

Got Any Change?

I have never been afraid of change. Cliché though it may be, I do believe that in many cases, change is a great thing. But there comes a time when change needs to cease, especially when you're the only one doing it. 

Anyone who knows me knows that I can usually adapt to any situation, and don't have a problem accommodating folks. I'm easy to get along with like that. Well, I've reached a point where I've had all I can stand with being accommodating and always being the one who adapts. Why does it always have to be me anyway?

I get sick and tired of people whining and acting like fools when they can't have their way, or want me to acquiesce to their demands. I should not have to be the one who is willing to sacrifice or who has to make adjustments for the next muthafucka. I'm suppose to always change for YOU?? REALLY???

FUCK THAT! I deserve some happy too, damnit!!

I've had it with always trying to make everyone else happy at the expense of my own joy. You're not happy with something I do or say? Fuck you. I've shed too many angry, hurt, frustrated tears because I had to change my life or change my behavior for somebody too busy worrying about themselves to give two shits about me.

I can't even love who I love HOW I choose to because of selfish muthafuckas.

This shit ends today. Fuck change…