Who Am I?

“Who Am I?” is the question many people wonder but few dare to ask.
I’m known for my bright eyes and dimpled smile. Are they really just a mask?
A mask used to hide, shield and cover all of the hurt and pain.
Sometimes I wonder if it all will one day just drive me insane.

My Eyes! They say the eyes are the window to the soul
When you look into my eyes, do you see the many stories untold?
The secrets that are buried so deep. Locked away so no one can see.
If you knew my secrets, I wonder how you would feel about me.

“Who Am I?” is actually not big of a secret or mystery at all.
I am a beautiful black women who stands almost 6 feet tall.
Child of God, mother, wife are just a few of the names that describe me.
A wonderful example of all those things is what I strive to be.

At the end of the day, I hope it’s my spirit, internal beauty and shining light
That those close to me remember and make them smile so bright.
I pray Who I am is someone special and loving to someone somewhere.
So go ahead and ask “Who Am I” if you dare.

Peace and Blessings.

Random Thoughts (in no particular order)

My mind is always so busy (probably way too busy I’m sure) all the time; thinking, analyzing, researching, meditating, etc. Every once and a while I have to release the random thoughts in my head so here goes . . .

• All of my married friends wish they were single and my single friends wish they were married. That can’t be good.
• What is going on with some of our youth today??? Are these kids really our leaders of tomorrow?
• Summertime is coming and I really need to get motivated about working out again. Ugh! Why couldn’t I be skinny!!
• My president has a serious swagger on him. Go Obama!!
• I need to find some girlfriends to hang out with.
• I need to go through my cell phone and delete some folks.
• My daughter will be graduating from high school soon. Wow!!
• Wonder if I will ever get the chance to meet Dwight Howard.
• No matter how bad I think things are for me, there is someone who has it worst.
• Do all men always have ulterior motives?
• Racism still exist. No doubt about it.
• Kids will drive you crazy if you let them.
• Prayer is so powerful. It does change things.
• I smile a lot to hide the pain. I wonder if I am the only one that does that?
• If I could go back in time, I would really do some things differently.
• I have the greatest mom ever. Her birthday is coming up soon. Need to get her something really nice.
• Is Wendy Williams really a woman??? I think so but I am really not sure.

Ten Things Men Should Know About (Real) Women

I saw this and thought it was too funny. I will admit that I agree with a lot of what she is saying.

1 ) Yes, a man should put some effort into his grooming, but just so we’re clear, the only kind of polish he should ever sport is on his shoes. Never the nails. Nails should be clean, manicured even, but never, ever polished and never longer than the skin underneath them. Polished nails are girly. Long nails are girly. If I wanted polished, long nailed girly hands exploring and adoring my body, I’d, I’d, well, I’d do it my damn self.

2 ) If you’re a man over the age of say 37 and you’re dating a woman, 32 or older, do not, I repeat, do not tell her you want to get married and have kids unless you are specifically thinking of doing so with her. Telling a woman you want to get married and have kids is the equivalent of yelling fire in a crowded theater and then being shocked and dismayed when mayhem breaks out.

I get that some of you feel pressured into explaining why you’re still single in your late 30’s (when your slow, low count, irregularly shaped swimmers are responsible for 40% of all infertility issues) and mistakenly believe with one clean sweep you can put to bed the ridiculous notion that you’re gay, or worse on the down low or emotionally unavailable, a player, a pimp, whatever. But believe it or not, grown women will sleep with you without the promise of marriage.

3 ) If you ever think, dream or hope of ever seeing me naked, pick up the tab. Period. If we split the check, you are a friend. Period.

4 ) If we don’t kiss on the first date, we’re friends. Period. It doesn’t have to be a long, involved, tonsil checking kiss, but lip to lip most definitely. In my younger days, I often played coy putting off kissing until the second date, but I know better now. I know what I like. And yes, I like a man who is smart and kind and funny and good to his mother, but I also like a man who can kiss. The sooner I found out what he’s “smacking” the better.

5 ) If it ain’t real, don’t rock it. Nothing is a bigger turn off than a guy rocking a 2 carat cubic zirconium in his ear. Cloudy, cheap, real ones aren’t much better. Men and jewelry is already a dicey issue. Unless you’re a rapper, baller or pimp, twenty or married, jewelry is pretty much a no go. FYI, watches are exempt.

6 ) Don’t ask us to kiss “it” unless it’s too small for us to do anything else to “it.” Cute childish euphemisms for grown up sexual acts stopped being cute the day I learned what euphemism means.

7 ) Threesomes are not out of the question. Right after me, you, and Chiwetel Ejiofor (the tall, dark, and oh-so Britishly handsome actor from Talk To Me and American Gangster) get it on all night long, me, you and whatever skank of your choosing can get it on all night long, too. Tit for tat baby, that’s what I always say.

8 ) I’m a huge fan of the game (football, basketball) but not of a grown men walking around wearing jerseys with another grown man’s name on it. There’s just something creepy about it. But since a few men that I greatly respect insist on wearing them, here are the exceptions to the rule.

A) You are actually at the event where said grown man is playing.
B) A woman bought it for you and you’re wearing it out of respect for her.
C) It’s vintage, i.e. Brooklyn Dodgers.
D) The guy whose name is plastered across your back is deceased, i.e. Jackie Robinson of the Brooklyn Dodgers.
E) Due to some natural disaster, i.e. fire, hurricane, earthquake, the entire content of your closet is ruined and said jersey is all the Red Cross had to offer.

9 ) Never underestimate the power of flowers.

10 ) Real woman can handle the truth.

Written by Tamara T. Gregory

The Five Love Languages

I know everyone is familiar with, or at least, has heard of the Five Love Languages by Dr. Gary Chapman, a famous marriage counselor with over 30 years experience. I have listed the Five love Languages below along with a description of each.

Words of Affirmation
Actions don’t always speak louder than words. If this is your love language, unsolicited compliments mean the world to you. Hearing the words, “I love you,” are important—hearing the reasons behind that love sends your spirits skyward. Insults can leave you shattered and are not easily forgotten.

Quality Time
In the vernacular of Quality Time, nothing says, “I love you,” like full, undivided attention. Being there for this type of person is critical, but really being there—with the TV off, fork and knife down, and all chores and tasks on standby—makes your significant other feel truly special and loved. Distractions, postponed dates, or the failure to listen can be especially hurtful.

Receiving Gifts
Don’t mistake this love language for materialism; the receiver of gifts thrives on the love, thoughtfulness, and effort behind the gift. If you speak this language, the perfect gift or gesture shows that you are known, you are cared for, and you are prized above whatever was sacrificed to bring the gift to you. A missed birthday, anniversary, or a hasty, thoughtless gift would be disastrous—so would the absence of everyday gestures.

Acts of Service
Can vacuuming the floors really be an expression of love? Absolutely! Anything you do to ease the burden of responsibilities weighing on an “Acts of Service” person will speak volumes. The words he or she most want to hear: “Let me do that for you.” Laziness, broken commitments, and making more work for them tell speakers of this language their feelings don’t matter.

Physical Touch
This language is not all about the bedroom. A person whose primary language is Physical Touch is, not surprisingly, very touchy. Hugs, pats on the back, holding hands, and thoughtful touches on the arm, shoulder, or face—they can all be ways to show excitement, concern, care, and love. Physical presence and accessibility are crucial, while neglect or abuse can be unforgivable and destructive.

I thought hard about this, trying to decide which one of the languages best suited me. I believe “Acts of Service” would be number one for me. I am not big on words, compliments, gifts, physical touch, etc. Now, please don’t get it twisted, I do like those things but it’s the small things that mean so much to me. Helping me out around the house without being asked. Cooking so I don’t have to. Washing my car. Stuff like that.

After Acts of Service would come Affirmation, Physical Touch, Quality Time and then Receiving Gifts.

What love language best suites you?

Peace and Blessings.

My True Essence

Where are the good black men?

Over the last few months, I have talked to a lot of single black women who complain about the lack of good black men out there. They feel the good black man is scarce and very hard to find. Some of my sisters feel when do they meet a single man with potential, he feels he is a rare commodity and should be treated like a King. He feels since he has so many options he should be catered to. Hmmmmm . . . I don’t really know if I agree with that. However, I do believe there are some really good black men out there. They might be a little hard to find but they are definitely out there. Why should the black women limit herself to just dating black men? Why not open our minds and options to all men? Love is love right…

Zane’s Sex Chronicles

I watched Zane’s Sex Chronicles the other night on Cinemax. First, let me say that I am a huge Zane fan. I read her first book Sex Chronicles 1 and half of Sex Chronicles 2. After a while, it just started to sound the same. How many ways can lick, suck, whatever . . . Anyway, back to the tv show. I have watched it maybe three or four times and found it to be entertaining. My problem with it is this: everyone and everything is just sooooo perfect. Everybody has tight little bodies, six packs, etc. Now I know the players have to look good because who wants to see some unattractive people having sex right? I get that but everyone doesn’t have to be perfect. Even in the middle of sexual acts, everyone is perfect. The moans, groans and ahhhhhs are even prefect. I watched about 10 minutes of it and turned. I wouldn’t mind seeing some not-so-perfect but yet attractive people on there who can make an ugly feel so good face. Am I tripping? Being too sensitive? Is it just me??

I’m back!

Hey family. Wow! It’s been way over a year since I have posted to this blog. Time really does fly. Well, the last year has been a roller coaster ride with its ups and downs. I have been praying about this blog now for a while. Asking for guidance in what direction I wanted to take it. Meaning if I wanted to remain anonymous or reveal my identity to the world. I have decided to go public. In doing so, I hope I can inspire someone, anyone along the way.

I love to challenge the mind; others as well as my own. Ask thought provoking questions that make you look deep for the answers. I will have some good days and I will have some bad days. My mind is always busy analyzing, seeking, meditating, networking, etc. I ask that you bear with me on this journey as it unfolds.

Stay tuned. Peace and Blessings.

My True Essence

Is It Really that Important? (Sex, Size, Etc.)

Several months ago, I got a call from a very good friend of mine telling me about this wonderful man she met. She was very excited about him. In all of the years I have known her, she has only gotten excited about one other guy that I can think of. Anyway, she goes on to tell me that they have been seeing each other for a couple of months. He is very nice, articulate, well traveled, owns his own business and two houses. He has grown kids that are on their own, doing their own thing. They have a lot in common and seem to want the same things in life. He takes her to dinner, different events, buys her flowers, cooks for her etc. Doing all of the things she likes. At this point, they were not intimate with each other. She stressed to me how she wanted to wait to get to know him better first before going that route. I told her how happy I was that she found someone she really liked and enjoyed being with.

Fast forward . . . I recently called her to wish her a Happy New Year and to see how things were going. When I asked her about him, I knew something had changed because she didn’t have that excitement in her voice that she usually has when talking about him. Here is how the conversation went:

Me: How are things with your boy?
Friend: Alright. Nothing special.
Me: Oh. Sounds like trouble in paradise. The last time we talked (which was only a few weeks ago) things were going well. What happened?
Friend: Girl! He had a small d***!
Me: *silence*
Friend: You know I don’t do small d**** so I cut him back.
Me: But I thought you really liked him and thought he had potential to be the one. Did he make up for it in other areas? Wicked tongue or something? Even though it was small, did he know how to work it at least?
Friend: He was ok but it was just small and I told you I don’t do small d****.

This conversation really got me thinking. Well we all know that good men are hard to find. I do believe they are out there though. Now, she has found one that has so much going for him. Someone that really cared about her and did many things to show her how much. Most importantly, someone she really, really liked him. (Which is rare for her because she finds something wrong with every guy). From my understanding, his other bedroom skills are on point. She breaks up with him because his d*** is small!! Now, she is alone and miserable again.

Everyone likes what they like so to each his own. However, is size really that important? Important enough that you would rather overlook all of the other good qualities and be alone. What if you meet the guy with a big dick who treats you like crap and has a whole lot of drama? Do you stay with him because it’s big? For the men, if the woman’s bedroom skills are lacking but everything else is on point, do you break up with her or stay? Any thoughts?

Peace and Blessings.

My True Essence