An extensive guide to all my little fuckery...
When I first found the confidence to wear my hair short and natural without the benefit of my beloved perm and weaves. I went out one night with my boy Dre. He picks me up, I’m all cute and styled up (especially since I felt the need to overcompensate because of my (what I thought was underwhelming hair) and he says to me, Oh. you’re going natural?! it looks cool. You like Blake Griffin. Me: *Tears* Take.Me.Home. Now everytime I see this guy. I laugh to myself. He does a great deadpan (like me) and I must admit he does have a certain je ne sais quoi… hahahahaa
Nuh uh, Nigga fuck you!
I’m throughly against withholding love of any kind. In fact, I’m totally over it so if you are so above taking a few minutes out of your day to be sweet, thoughtful and generous enough to make another person you claim to care about feel special, take your clown ass on away from here.
GIVE UP THE LOVE, PERIOD. NO EXCUSES…
And to all you high and mighty mother fuckers who claim that you shouldn’t wait until one stupid day out of the year to say ‘I love you’ to the ones you do love, you are right. But if it makes them feel good who cares. You shouldn’t purposely choose to ignore this day in an effort to avoid falling in with the crowd either.
If you want to be so fucking profound, go to work on Labor day.
Fuck outta here. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone. I hope someone makes you smile today, makes your burst inside or makes your heart melt and if they don’t tell them I said
FUCK YOU!
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Philippians 4:6-7 (via in-his-name-we-pray)
Amen.
—Unknown
#INSPIRATION :: Tyler Perry on How to be Successful
“You know the question that a lot of people ask me all the time, How Did You Make It. Well I tell you there is… only one answer for that..and I say this in the press all the time, but people cut it out of articles, or they don’t want it printed or they don’t want it said, but the truth be told…It was NOTHING but the grace of God…” - Tyler Perry
So Necessary! #LOA
I am focused and I am ready!
Hi, my name is Regan and I suffer from a tremendous fear of intimacy.
*PHEW* Releasing that didn’t hurt nearly as much as I thought it would.
The more I learn about myself, the more I understand my patterns; the more I understand my mistakes – I see I can’t deny it.
Someone once asked me why I am so attracted to the “assholes” and I thought the answer was their cockiness (which I confused with confidence). It is not.
Let’s dig deep.
I preferred the challenge of the asshole (aka Mr. Unavailable) because subliminally, (I now realize) I didn’t really want to catch him. My own fear of intimacy would’ve prevented me from truly connecting with him even if he up and changed his unavailable ways. It’s easy to always blame the guy, to call them dogs, or to say they done me wrong. But in reality, I was always the one who set myself up for failure. I was just as emotionally unavailable as they were to me.
Where did this all begin?
My theory is it began with my father. A man I never really knew, a man I’ve met but really only know through others’ somewhat jaded descriptions and summations.
My father was by all accounts a player. A good looking, charming man who always had multiple women; who always told multiple lies and who had no problem deserting multiple responsibilities. When I met my father as an adult I realized that he was a guarded, selfish and emotionally unstable shell of what a man should be. He had justifications for why he deserted my siblings and me. Why he retreated from his own relatives and why he could not find any stability in his own life. I remember once he wrote me a letter that I read to my boyfriend at the time, and we both thought it sounded more like a man who was trying to “rap” to me than a man who was trying to reconcile with his adult child. After that creepy letter, I walked away from that situation completely feeling confident that NOT having a relationship with my father was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.
I remember having a discussion with one of his sisters who told me how abusive my father was to the women he dated and in particular to the woman he married. One story she told left me so scarred because as I listened I realized that my father was just like the man I was involved with at that time. In fact, it amazed me. I had completely sought out the type of man my father was without even knowing who my father was. I was dating a man that cheated on me, verbally abused me and then emotionally tormented me much like my father had done to countless women in his life.
Wanting a man just like dear old dad. :/ They say your father is your first love for a woman. I realize I was no different, except my first love, would call and never show, promise me the moon and stars and never deliver, talk that good shit and then disappear. Leaving me waiting, and ultimately blaming myself for things I didn’t do.
And this is the relationship that set the standards. :-(
Is it any wonder why I could never truly put any stock 100% in any man? Never able to exhale, always expecting the proverbial letdown…
While my mom on the other hand, always tried to instill in me to be as self sufficient and independent as humanly possible. I recognize that it was intended for my best benefit. Insuring that I would never leave myself so vulnerable that I would end up being so severely let down or stuck in a situation from which I could not recover.
But in the interim, I learned how to completely detach myself from my feelings. If I never care, nothing can ever hurt me. If I don’t give you my heart, how can you ever break it?
Which leads me today, to understanding that the proper way in which relationships function is by achieving intimacy and also through understanding that any relationship devoid of intimacy is not a relationship.
As my friend Janice eloquently explained:
Our men reflect our inner state…they mirror us. I’ve attracted emotionally unavailable men because I fear intimacy on some level. My heart isn’t fully open.
She is so right. The men I attract and am attracted to pick up on this and we feed off of one another. (Eureka Janice!)
I know lust, I know sex, but I don’t know love or intimacy. I don’t know how to let my guard down and let a man in without the fear that the rug will be pulled out from under me or that he will promise me something and completely fail to deliver. I realize now that Human Dildos don’t work for me because I NEED intimacy. Sex is nice, but intimacy is WAY better (I’m guessing). I realized this when I noticed that the sex with my last HD wasn’t getting me off in the ways I had hoped. As I said, he had the tools and the technique but he always left more to be desired. That is to say, there is nothing wrong with him, he served his purpose and I’m happy to say, I let it go.
Now, I have begun to focus on myself, and building the tools within myself to make me more confident and comfortable with the idea of trusting someone and ultimately sharing the most intimate things that I normally work to hide.
I’m opening my heart right now. And I’m beginning to share those intimacies here. And that’s a start, right?
(For all my natural hair sisters who reblogged my previous post about the documentary It’s only (a) Natural I went to a dinner party a few weeks ago and it was like a mix your own drinks type of function. me with my transitioning short hair & my girl with her long, luxurious weave step up to the bar and a guy offers to make HER a drink I stand there watching not saying a thing then when he’s finished preparing HER this marvelous concoction complete with a twist of lemon. he hands me the knife to cut my own lemons and shit I’m like wow. He says: we’ll you look like the strong, DIY type DICKHEAD yes… I can totally relate. Every day I’m tempted to throw some crack and tracks up in this bish… I’m making the men uncomfortable and the white people uncomfortable. when it’s nappy they ain’t happy. when it’s relaxed they are relaxed -ya dig? People keep telling me “Real Men” love natural hair and they are not afraid. To those people, I would like to say (as I sit here alone at 1:00 in the morning on a Friday night?) tell those real men to come find me. All, I’m saying is 
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY