Ms Claxy

I wake up Thursday morning. Look at the clock on the cable box. 6:30 am !!!!! Dayum!!! I bend down and whisper something nasty in Shawnla's ear. She giggles. I get dressed and leave. The Slasher must have snuck out in the middle of the night. Gotta make sure to keep him caged from now on.

Fast forward to Friday morning. I walk into the Mcdonalds located in my Hospital and see my target Ms. Claxy. I whisper in her ear " I want a Large French Vanilla Cappucino and two hash browns." Ms Claxy responds " Good Morning to you too". Ms Claxy and I have been playing the flirt game for about a month now our only obstacle she's engaged. I say "Good Morning my Nubian Sista can a brotha skip this long ass line and get some breakfast ". She orders my food. I say " So what are you getting into this weekend" Claxy moves her head side to side and says " I have nothing planned." I say " Really? Woman like you should always have something to do. " Claxy " Oh really. Well my fiancee is working this weekend so I will be alone" I respond without breaking eye contact" What a shame" The cashier gives us our food. I pull out money to pay. Ms Claxy says " Its Okay Slish I got it " I thank Ms. Claxy and we go our separate ways.

2 hours later i'm at my desk working for the pennies they pay me. The Slasher has been bugging me to call Ms Claxy and start some shit. He's saying " Slish why did she buy you breakfast, why is she always giving you the googly eyes. SO WHAT!!!! she's engaged " Set some shit up nigga or the next fat chick I see will have your paw prints alll ooover her ass " I pick up the phone immediately and call Ms Claxy . She picks up I say in my chocolate voice " Heeey. I appreciate you buying me breakfast this morning. I want to return the favor and treat you to lunch" Ms Claxy responds " Thats nice Slish but its so busy here in my office I won't be able to get away." I respond " Thats too bad. How about after work we go to my favorite hideaway, have dinner and an alcoholic beverage" I hear silence on the other end of the phone then Claxy says " Why am I even entertaining your offer. I'm engaged." I say " Okay we can do this. Meet me in the hospital lobby at 5pm we'll drive to the Restuarant. When we get there we'll sit at differents ends of the bar and text message each another so if your fiancee walks in he won't have a clue. " She giggles then responds " Mr Slish your an attractive man, i'm sure there is a woman that will have dinner with you" I respond " Well then you should feel really special cause i'm asking you not to let this brotha eat alone tonight. " Claxy says " I'll think about it " and hangs up .

10 minutes to 5pm I haven't heard from Ms Claxy . I start to put on my coat to leave. Then my phone rings. I pick up " Hello " Ms Claxy " Hey Slish can I get a rain check on that dinner " I say " Nope I only ask once" Claxy responds" Why you gotta be like that its not I was telling you no. I giggle and say" But you said no to me today. I'm hurt. Now I have to eat alone " Claxy laughs " Well I would have gone with you but I need to get home and pick my daughter up from her after school program." I offer Claxy a ride she politely declines. I hang up the phone.

As i'm walking through the hospital lobby I see Ms Claxy at the atm. I walk over, smile and say " You see its fate when have I ever seen you twice in one day. Let me offer you a ride home." Ms Claxy looks at me, smiles and says " I should not be getting in a car with you. my fiancee would flip. " I take that as a compliment because if she wasn't attracted to me she wouldn't have made that comment . I respond " I don't worry I'll drop you off a block from your apt. " Ms Claxy " Uuummmm. You promise to drop me off where I ask. I say " I aims to please. " She smiles and we walk to my car.

Now what is the moral of this story. Well to all you fellas out there putting all kinds of restrictions on your ladies. CUT THAT SHIT OUT!!!! just makes them resentful and more curious. A guy will always try and get at yo chick. So no need to have her all locked up in the house. She still has to go to work and once she gets there whatever frustrations she might have about her current relationship will be unleashed in a positive way on the brotha who shows her the most kindness and understanding.

The Slasher has left the building.

Blah Blah Blah Blah

My lunch hour was full of interesting topics today. It started when one of my supervisors showed everyone a picture of Halle Berry's new WHITE boyfriend. I say " Shit I don't blame her!!!! Halle has dated nothing but brothas since she's been in the public eye. Its not her fault they Cheat, Beat, and Mentally abused her. Ms Berry is clearly making a statement and that is do not limit yourself to whats placed in front of you. The pickings are slim amongst the African American male population. You ladies wait around for us to get it right you might be single for a very looooong time. Try something new.

Later on we started to discuss Black Men dating White Women. The women went ballistic. " EVERYTIME A BROTHA GETS SOME FAME AND MONEY HE GO AND DATE A WHITE WOMAN!!!" I'm feeling mischievous and say " Ladies whats wrong with that. When a Black Man is in a certain Tax bracket he has access to Snow Flakes and we aaaaallll know snow flakes are veerrrry curious about that Mandingo Myth. So ofcourse we succumb to temptation and realize Yo !!!! this White Chick ain't half bad Shit I think I love her. Before you know it we walking down that long hallway with a cross at the end. " They thought my response was bullshit which it clearly was cause Slish has never dated a white woman. Sucked on some Vanilla titties but NEVER dated. They smell funny( Raw) Especially when their wet. Eewww.

Then we get back on the topic of Eric Benet cheating on Halle. I say " That shit wasn't right the way the media made him loook. Halle's Publicist screwed him over BIG TIME by calling him a SEX ADDICT. Why cause he cheated. Most men cheat doesn't mean they're sex addicts. Here's my theory . Ms Berry is one of the Biggest sex symbols of our generation No waaaay would a man cheat on a woman this Beautiful and Sexy it would hurt her image. So The Machine we call Hollywood spins this story that Eric Benet is addicted to sex. BULLSHIT!!!! What happens??!! his career suffers because of it. Why!!! He cheated on a woman who probably never had time for him in the first place. No one let him tell his side of story.

Whats the point of this entry? Hell if I know. Just felt like sharing...

Find your way Bruh

6 days post my Break up with Barneys, I'm feeling a little better. Think i'm over my sudden urges to call her and yell " WHYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

My cell phone rings, HELL!!! now I have to stop looking at the fat ass jiggle on my computer screen and pick it up. Lack of sex has brought me back to the dark side. I have fallen off the wagon. Ebonycinema.com has become my safe haven.

I look at the cellie its Corporate America. I ignore the first ring and look back at my computer screen to watch that booty CLAP!!!!! I look back at the phone then look at the screen , look at the cellie or watch that ass clap. AWW HELL!!! click pause Slish and pick up that phone.

" Whats up" Corporate says " Clipperman is retarded " I say " Why you say that? What he do now." Corporate responds " This nigga came to my crib and tried to give me relationship advice. Telling me I don't know what its like to be in a serious committed relationship " I start laughing " He said that? Corporate says " Yeah he got some nerve. His dumb ass has never been faithful to any of his girlfriends. Soon as one leaves his crib another one pulls up. He's got to be kidding me. Coming at me with this bullshit" I say " Did you tell him what you just told me " Corporate responds" HELL YEAH " I say " What did he say?" Corporate " He had no response because he knows that shit is true. I told him he needs to stop fucking up all these women heads. I say " Word " Corporate continues " His only comeback when I said that was " You must have been talking to Slish again." I told him " but nigga that shit is true so you need to shut the fuck up. Get yo shit together before you start judging Niggas around you "

Clipperman has a strong case of denial. He believes when he is in a relationship. Its okay to cheat as long as his lady doesn't find out. So technically to him its not cheating. One day he met his match her name D.E.B. S. She figured Clipperman out real quick. Gave him a taste of his own medicine. Had that brotha using different cars to spy on her. Clipperman was with D.E.B.S for about 8 years. She tried to leave him more than once but he would always find some way to manipulate that poor woman into feeling sorry for his ass. In the end she got the last laugh. Since then he has chosen to date weak minded women. Its easier for him to convince them that his behavior is normal .

Clipperman is my boy and I love him like a brother. But he is a poor excuse of a man. Full of insecurities that he doesn't realize exist. Hope he finds his way.

Caged Bird

Saturday morning i'm laying on the couch feeling sorry for myself. Nothing seems to fit quite right when it comes to my life. Its like i'm meant for something else. Maybe relationships aren't for someone like me. I' m going over every break up i've experienced and Slish was always the one to leave.

Just as I get deeper into my self imposed depression. My cell phone starts ringing. I'm quick to answer it. Anything to break me out of this funk i'm in. Its my cousin Bowie I pick up " Hey " Bowie responds " Let me ask you a question. Besides rubbing sperm all over your face what other products do you use to keep the razor bumps away" I dropped my cell phone and start laughing hysterically. I had no comeback for that shit. He caught me entirely off guard. I respond " Yo I needed that laugh, but your still an ass. " Bowie still laughing says " For real i'm having a hard time keeping the bumps away. I'm not feeling to sexy" I respond " What happened to the stuff I told you to use before " Bowie responds " Oh yeeahh. Whats the name of that again? " I say " The saliva from your boyfriends tongue while he's licking your face " Bowie laughing responds " That was a good one, but for real I need something this shit is getting out of control" I say " Black Opal is what I use "

So I tell Bowie whats been going on with me. Bowie says " Sounds like you made the right decision " I say " Speaking of decisions whats going on with you and your wife BB " Bowie responds " Nothings changed we're just staying out of each others way" I say " You still moving into your sisters place for little while" Bowie " I don't know things seem quiet right now " I say " That doesn't mean BB still doesn't feel the same way. You can't keep living your life like this. Every six months she decides she wants to leave you. Bowie " I know I knooow. But what am I suppsed to do leave my family!!!! " I say " No dog , but you need to prepare yourself for the worst "

Bowie's tone gets real serious and he says " Slish remember last year when you came to the house and me and BB were having the same problem and I discovered that she was having coversations with some guy. Remember?!? the dude that would leave her real personal messages on her cell phone " I say " Yeah " Bowie continues " Now your my boy tell me the truth. You think BB slept with him " I say " Hell yeah. No guy leaves daily messages like the ones he did unless something is going on" Bowie says " Thats what I was afraid of " I say" Why you asking me this now?" Bowie " I recently saw his number in her cell phone recent call list " I say " For real !!!!!! what ya gonna do." Bowies says " I'm going to follow her " I say " Forget that shit you'll never catch her that way. Spend some money Hire Magnum P.I. " Bowie says " That sounds costly " I say " Shit f@#K the cost yo ass needs to know" Bowie says " Your right I need to put this shit to rest. I'm gonna work some over time to get the extra cash " I say " Aiight bout time you stop living like a caged bird. Catch that beeeatch in the act and set FIRE TO THAT ASS!!!!!!!! Time you stop letting fear keep you from living the life you should be having"

Right Time Wrong Woman

Its 7:30 am. I just left a message with my supervisor stating I wouldn't be in today. Not in the mood to deal with Scary Spice talking to her self all day. Psyche pt might get smacked if they say the wrong thing to a nigga. Slasher can be easily awakened best to stay clear of anything that might trigger a Blackout.

Last night Barneys and I decided to part ways. It was a mutual decision. Even though she said she's gonna tell people I dumped her on Valentines day.

It started on Friday. Barneys lost her position at work. She was extremely upset. Shut me out completely wanting to deal with this situation alone. I respected her decision at first. Then it hit me. During a time like this wouldn't a person find comfort in their significant other? I know I would. I wanted to be by her side so I made attempts to comfort her. Barneys wasn't having it she shut every door on me.

I start thinking to myself. What kind of person does something like this. Is this what I have to deal with all the time. Something negative happens she shuts down. That can make for a problematic relationship. Maybe Barneys just doesn't feel the same way I feel about her. She's not where I'm at .

Our age difference( 9 year gap) could be a factor. I know when I was in my twenties you couldn t' come at me with Marriage, Commitment, or Consistency conversations. Barneys is at that age where some women feel they need to prove themselves to themselves before they can think about a real serious relationship. My Old ass doesn't have that kind of time. I'm not saying we have to up and get Married the first year or second. But i'm old enough to know what I want and what I don't want. What I don't want is to date someone for an entire year and find out they were just passing the time until someone better came along.

So that was my reason for letting Barneys go. Tell you the truth it was the most civil break up I have ever experienced. I wish you the best baby. Your chain smoking Corona drinking ass will be missed...lol

I Need A Sign

"Sweetie since your between places right now. Move in with me you don't have to pay any rent. Save your money for that condo you want to buy." That is what I said to Butterscotch in 1999 the year I moved into my own apt. She said no. For a month straight I kept asking her to move in and everytime she said NO. I finally got a clue. After 4 years of that back and forth Bullshit Butterscotch had fallen out of love with me. I had broken up with her so many times she didn't trust anything that came out of my mouth. Woman was fed up. We broke up for good shortly after. I haven't heard from or seen her since.


For 3 years I ran the streets. Wasn't going to get caught up in another relationship. I promised myself if I met a woman that I wouldn't think twice about cheating on. Slish would make her his lady. So I hit the internet haaaard. Blackplanet.com was my playground. I met Brownsuga, Earth224, Lilac Jewel, Cat, and The Bugger. I thought the Bugger was the one. When we met she seemed perfect. Attentive, Good listener, Domesticated and my parents loved her probably cause she was Jamaican. Most west indian Parents would rather their children marry someone with the same roots.

Somewhere along the way The Bugger lost her damn mind. Cuss words were her choice of weapons when we had an argument. If we went out in public or social gatherings the most important time to look like a match made in heaven. The Bugger rather us in Hell!!! cause as soon as anyone looked at her face they knew we were arguing. She couldn't hide it. That right there can become embarassing. Got tired of making excuses. I broke up with her after a 1 yr 1/2 . Now that I look back it was the right thing for me to do. She met someone 8 months later who was better suited for her personality.

Fast forward to 2006 and i'm back at that same crossroad. Should I stay or should I let her go and find someone who is best suited for her personality. The more I try to fit into her world the more awkward the situation becomes.

Actions speaks louder than words. Right now her actions are yelling at me something fierce. Now i'm not giving up. My daddy didn't raise a quitter, but I need a sign something that tells me this pit I feel in my stomach is just temporary.

Eyes On The Prize

I've always been a sucker for a nasty, shit talking woman. Chick could look like Godzilla. If she talk , act nasty and has 2 out of the 3 physical attributes required to awaken the Slasher( Fat ass or Round firm titties ) I"LL HIT IT !!! Not once but as many times as I can or until I find a pretty replacement. This is usually my M.O. when in between relatonships.

1998 I had just gotten a job with The Bank Of N.Y I was between girlfriends Butter Scotch and I had broken up for like the tenth time. I was bitter, angry & horny. Terrible combination for Slish it caused the Slasher to surface at will. NO WOMAN WAS SAFE !!!!!

First week of job training. I take inventory of the class. TARGET LOCATED !!!!! This light skinned chick with the sexiest walk I had seen in years. I mean she had no ass but the way she would wear those short skirts and high heels. Nigga didn't really care what she looked like.

Now usually in a situation like this I check out my competition. To my left was a Light Skinned biracial dude to my right and always sitting next to my prize was this skinny, conservative brotha. Biracial dude made it clear he only dated white chicks. How did I know? shiiit all he had to do was open his mouth. Now the conservative brotha was a nice guy but he had no Flava. So I figured my chances with my Prize was good no need to rush since I had four weeks to make a move.

Two weeks into training ARE MY EYES DECIEVING ME???!!!!! my Prize is getting reeeeeall cozy with the conservative brotha with no flava. SHIT!!! thats what I get for being cocky, but it wasn't over the Slasher had a plan. I would let my Prize figure out that Luke Skywalker was corny therefore sliding on over to the dark side.

3 weeks go by my prize is still chilling with Luke Skywalker. WTF is going on!!!! I'm over here trying to be all smooth and shit and this nerd is getting all the attention because he's been helping her slow ass get through training!!!! THEN IT HAPPENS!!!! I was sitting across from my prize one afternoon in class. I was daydreaming thinking about the last time Butterscotch made my nuts tingle. Ofcourse that causes Danger to rise and push through my slacks. When I come out of my stupor I look down " OH SHIT!!!! I sloooowly look up and see if anyone else has noticed my growth spurt. Low and behold !!! my Prize was looking DEAD!!! between my legs. Our eyes caught one another. The Slasher gave her a knowing smile, my Prize quickly turns her head and starts to chat with Skywalker. The game was a foot. It was time to collect.

Last week in training. Biracial dude, his white chick, The Prize, and myself decide to visit the local after work spot. My competition Luke Skywalker was no where in sight. Probably went to staples and bought himself a new pocket protector NERD!!!!! Anyway with him out of the way gave me the oppurtunity to make my move on the Prize. We're both at the bar i'm drinking a Corona she's sipping on a Martini. I take a sip " Ahhhh" and say to The Prize " I saw you" Prize responds " Saw what. " I say it again " I saw you looking " Prize " Saw me looking at what. " I respond " Saw you looking at me. While I was looking up you were looking down at DANGER!!!!" Prize spits up a little of her drink and responds " Daaayum you caught that!! " I say " I don't miss much. What I want to know is why were you looking in the first place" Prize responds " I was curious" I say " How Curious". Prize curious enough that I had to take a peak. My suspicions were correct" she smiles and sips her drink. " I need a ride home can you give me a lift" I respond " Oh i'll give you a lift " The Prize laughs I pay for the drinks , and we both leave the bar.

Driving home The Prize keeps looking at me. I say " Whats the matter with you" Prize says" I'm still curious. I wanna see it. Show me. " I respond " I'm not a stripper. If you want to see Danger your gonna have to reach out touch someone. The prize accepts my terms unbuckles my belt, pulls down my zipper, reaches in and pulls out DANGER!!! Prize says " I wonder if I can fit it in my mouth" I respond " I'm wondering if your full of shit."
We get to her building before she gets out The prize says" Pick me up tommorow night" I pretend to be coy and respond " Why? Prize says" I told you I wanna see if I can fit Danger in my mouth"

Nasty shit talking chick . I hit it the next day. I stuck danger in her hand, mouth and pussy. Never asked what went on between her and Luke Skywalker. She turned out to be an annoying creature. Thank goodness for caller Id. As for Luke Sky walker he turned out to be a cool Brother Ya'll know him as MR. VENOM..lol

Me and Mrs Jones

I asked my coworker Hairdo " Why do women cheat ? " Hairdo responds " Well Slish lets put it this way. You might be content with what you have at home, but something might be lacking and the person they cheat with fills that void. Now don't get me wrong its not like the woman doesn't want to be in her relationship anymore. She's just looking for a change. Something new."I ask " So what your telling me is that once the woman gets her fill of the newness she'll stop." Hairdo gives me this devilish grin and says " Hell no. Just like men we'll keep doing it for as long as we can get away with it, but the components have to be right" I ask again " What component is that ? " Hairdo laughs and responds " A Nigga that won't fall in love with yo ass. That shit can be a problem. Trust me Slish I know."

Sometime in the Late 90's. My cousin Bowie and his wife BB(Ballbuster) owned a home in New York before they moved to maryland in 2000. One summer night they had a BBq. BB had this beautiful friend whom I now refer to as Mrs Jones. She was married with 3 kids at the time. Before the hubby and rugrats Mrs Jones and I used to date. Sex was incredible. One look at the nipples on those Caramel Pillows made Slishy bust a juice after just 3 strokes. One of the reasons why I stopped seeing her. Thought she would get tired of getting short changed and cut me off for a more suitable sex partner.

Now I had heard some rumors that Mrs Jones wasn't happy in her current situation. So when I got to the BBq. I made sure to keep my distance. There would be no eye contact at all. I spent most of the evening ducking in and out of rooms in Bowies House. Doing everything possible to avoid Mrs Jones. Now you might be thinking " Slish why go through all this trouble if you're no stamina ass couldn't keep up with Mrs Jones in the past wouldn't she avoid you like the Plague?" Technically yeah but 1 year later after she had her first kid . Slish caught up with her ass and redeemed himself lovely.

Towards the end of the night as people were starting to leave. BB comes over to me and asks " Slish think you could take Mrs Jones home. Bowie was supposed to do it but I need him here to help me clean up" I hesitate for a moment then Mrs Jones comes out into the backyard looking so SGDG( so god damn good) I quickly respond " Ok" Eye contact was made awakening THE SLASHER. He had a plan.

Mrs Jones and I get into my car. As we're driving to her house. The Slasher executes his plan of attack and says " Mrs Jones I think after I drop you off . I'm gonna stop at a bar and get a drink. Don't feel like going home just yet" Now the Slasher had previous knowledge that Mrs Jones liked to get her drink on especially at someone else's expense. Mrs Jones responds"You want some company?" Slasher giggling on the inside and responds " Don't you have to get home isn't your husband expecting you soon?. " She rolls her eyes and says " Please he probably home on the net talking to his internet hoochies, besides why can't two old friends have a drink together" I respond " Kewl" and make a b line for the highway I was not about to take this woman to a bar in her neighborhood. Mrs Jones husband was quite popular on that side of town. "

1/2 hour later I get to the spot where noooobody knew my name. Wall to wall white folks. Mrs Jones seemed quite fine with that. That meant she wouldn't have to worry about being seen and could do as she damn well pleased.

We 're chit chatting now. After about 2 drinks Mrs Jones tongue gets a little loose and she tells me how unhappy she is with her husband and that she thinks he's cheating. Now the Slasher knew not to bash her hubby and tell her to leave his ass. That would make her defensive causing me to have an early night. I just sat there sipping on my Henny and Gingerale ears wiiide open. Then the dj puts on Always and Forever. Mrs Jones looks at me lips sparkling and moist from that last sip from her drink and asks "Slish will you dance with me" I look at the dance floor and notice that its EMPTY" I respond " Nope no one out there we'll stand out" Mrs Jones moves closer to me, grabs my hand, and says " I don't care " off we went to the middle of the dance floor.

Our bodies pressed together. Mrs Jones is caressing the back of my head, First her nose rubs against mine then her lips gently slide across mine. Mrs Jones decides she wants to repeat that same motion. But somehow The Slasher's tongue got in the way. Her tongue decided that wasn't such a bad thing. At that moment I manage to surpress the Slasher and realize this is wrong on soooo many levels. What if this was my wife how would I feel. I pull away from Mrs Jones and say " Time to go "

Mrs Jones and I had to run to my car since it had started to rain heavily. We get inside and the drivers side was soaking wet. I look up Damn!!! I left the sunroof open . My pants were drenched from sitting on that wet seat. I say " Shit!!! I can't drive you home like this since I live near by let me go to my house and change. Mrs Jones says " Thats fine Slish " We get to my house in 5 minutes I get out and tell Mrs Jones " No need for you to come in it won't take me that long to change. " Mrs Jones says " Its dark your not leaving me out here by myself. I'm coming with you." I respond " Suit yourself"

We walk inside the house and up to my bedroom( I was still living with my parents) Mrs Jones takes of her shoes and lays across my bed. I get a towel, wipe myself off and change into some dry clothes. Then I look at Mrs Jones laying on my bed. The Slasher decides he just can't take it anymore and says" F^&*k her husband" and walks over to the bed, lays down next to her and sticks his tongue in her mouth. Our lips were hungry we must have played twister for about 20 minutes. The slasher takes it up a notch and slides his fingers through her panties. A few mintues later The Slasher's tongue is where his fingers used to be.

Now Bloggers you might ask. Did I get to stick Danger in a moist warm climate ?

The answer: Naaaaaaah. I came to my senses and stopped myself. Took Mrs Jones home to her 3 kids and her hubby.

The Following week. Well now thats a different story.

Pillow Biters

Recently someone asked me what is the definiton of a Pillow Biter. Well a Pillow Biter to me is my version of a Batty Man, Friend of Dorothy, A brotha who secretly likes to wear his girlfriends Capri pants while she's in the bathroom taking a shower. Those D.L. Niggas

While I was at the immigration dept with Barneys last week I had a chance to read that J.L King book The Down Low. The wait time for a person to take a citizenship test is roughly 2 hours so I sat there patiently and read the only reading material Barneys had in her pocket book. I'm what they call a semi speed reader so by the time Barneys was done I had read most of that book. Let me tell you ladies. Watch out for these negroes !!!! They are PRE-DA-TORS. I think they might be worse than the KKK in regards to getting rid of the african american population. Cause they're doing a good job all by them damn selves!!!!!

These brothas do not give a damn about black women. Wearing a condom while doing the nasty with their drinking buddy is totally unacceptable to them. They think by protecting themselves is an admission of guilt that they are sleeping with the same sex. To make the sex more exciting for them it has to be raw and unscripted. When they catch the HIV virus they blame it on sleeping with drug addicted prostitutes . Cowards!!!! All of them !!!

Which brings me to my next topic. I and many other people have had this theory for years that Magic Johnson did not get the HIV virus from a woman. Think about it. Back then and now most Ball Players slept with the same bunch of groupie Chicks . So Why is it Nooooooo other basketball player on record has contracted the HIV virus. Don't tell me its because they're using protection we allll know thats not true majority of them have kids for at least 2 different women and Kobe raped that white girl raw dog. So ask yourself who's Zooming who.

Now I don't want you guys thinking i'm Homophobic i'm far from it. Shit, cause of the way I dress i've been asked if i was gay even hit on. I have no problem with ya if you are up front about who and what you are. I DO have a problem with this self imposed genocide that these DL Brothas have set upon our sistas. This shit needs to end and it doesn't look like The DL population is willing to take responsibility for their actions. So i'm calling out to alll my Sista's START BEING NOSEY!!!!! and i'm not talking about going through a nigga's cell phone nosey . I'm talking about body language nosey. Watch how your man interacts with his boys. If there is a brotha that your boyfriend or husband hangs with alllll the time and he seems too cool and too accomodating WATCH THAT NIGGA !!! cause they probably f&@#kin. If your man gets a little uncomfortable when your Gay HomeBoy comes around or protest too much WATCH THAT NIGGA!!!! he probably a secret Pillow Biter. You and your hubby/man are out at an event/rest/club and you notice him make 15 second eye contact with another brotha that YOU KNOW that he doesn't know WATCH THAT NIGGA !!!!! they probably gonna f&*ck . lol.


As told to me by a gay man himself " Slish I hate them sissified mutha f&*ckas. I like my men to look and act straight. A lot of the men i'm involved with have a girfriend or are married with kids. Those are the niggas I like to get with "

Be careful my Nubian Sistas. Start looking both ways when crossing the street.