The Four Types of Men That Get In Relationships...Some should NOT

There is a list for everything these days, a list of who's best dressed, a list of favourite foods, a list of bad diets, a list of who's cuter well there is a list of men that we get into relationships and how to identify them.

In descending order from the most favourable man to the least

1. The Faithful Man
2. The Man That Has a Wife & Has A Girlfriend On The Side
3. The Man That Is In A Relationship and Sleeps Around Because He Feels Like He Can
4. The Sex Addict



The Faithful Man is the of course the man that everyone wants but can't figure out with all the noise in the dating game who is this man?, where is he?, where does he live? and how come there aren't enough of him to go around?

The Man That Has a Wife & a girlfriend is the second most favourable man because these are the men that have trouble communicating what they need from their primary relationship. Most likely, all they want is more of your attention, however they're not needy or dependent, they are just looking for more of your time and they will get it from someone who is willing to give it to them. It is also fair to say that just because they have a girlfriend on the side doesn't mean they are having sex with them. The man that has a wife and a girlfriend is aware of who is priority. If something happens to you and you are #1 (or the wife) trust he will be right there by your side, where as #2 will probably get a phone call or a card. It is your duty as the wife to make sure that if you find yourself more pre-occupied with something else in your relationship that you take a moment to sit back and ask your lover, how are we doing? not how are you doing? but how are we doing? Are you happy? what can we do? It may not necessarily sound like that but just gauge your relationship, pace your relationship and make sure the lines of communication is open.

The Man That Is In A Relationship and Sleeps Around Because He Feels Like He Can is the man that sleeps around because he feels that he can absolutely get away with it for as long as he possibly can. Unfortunately, the sad truth is that this is the majority of the men that God created on this beautiful green, blue and brown earth. This is the man that is pretty on the side and ugly on the inside. This is the man that tells you who is he is from the get but we are so blinded by the pretty that we can't see the ugly. If he has critical opinions about things that aren't important like a persons looks or what a persons wearing or the kind of car that a person drives but have no opinions about things that matter, then mostly this is the guy right here and you need to run as far away as you can. Another clue to this type of man is the man that clearly "gets bored easily" now that alone should sound bells, whistles and alarm in your brain to say "check please!". The man that is in a relationship and sleeps around because feels like he can has a sense of entitlement. They are not humble and they feel they can not be knocked down and therefore they will continue to do it and in some cases even after he has been knocked down will he continue to do it because he will find a way to justify his every move.

The Sex Addict is the classic Sinner Man right? This man can't seem to get enough body, flesh, pussy, ass, titties, head (if he's gay dick, ass, cum, head). The Sex Addict often goes ignored but is as dangerous if not more dangerous as the gambling addiction. The Sex Addict will be in a relationship, have a girlfriend, sleeps around because he can and also will be online hook up sites and has an extensive porn collection. This man along with the Man That Is In A Relationship but Sleeps Around Because He Feels He Can, should not get in relationships but they do. At least with the Sex Addict there is help for them but if you find yourself in a relationship with this person and didn't realize it from the beginning, you have to allow them to get treated for this addiction and leave the relationship. You may feel like you are doing them a favour by staying with them however, all you are is a crutch to lean on when times get rough. They have to get treatment for this and then come to you clean. They are no good to you as a partner otherwise.

What do you think?

"Friends & Lovers" (Part V)

Robert wasn't normally home during the day but today he again had the luxury of working from home but spent most of the time at home on blackberry or near a computer, with the television set to CNN. It came to him as a surprise that the doorbell rang. People sorta knew Marlon & Robert and knew that they were never home during the day however this person decided to take a change. Robert walked from his office to the door, opened the door and saw that it was Carl. This shocked Robert to the fullest because he didn't Carl back in town.

"Carl, come in...what are you doing here?"
"It's over Robert. I lost him"
"What are you..."
"Dion and I are over...I caught him in bed with some dude"

Carl walked into Roberts moderate sized living room and took a seat on the plush cream couch. It failed to click in Carl's mind that Robert is not the person you go to for relationship advice.

"Well Carl, you been away for a long time, in and out spending less than a week at home and more than several weeks at a time away. While I don't condone cheating, you can't really cheat on something that's never there, that wasn't there"
"I tried to make him happy, I tried to let him know I love him, Robert. He knows I love him" Carl said with a disbelief still in his voice
"When was the last time you and Dion had sex?"
"2 months ago"
"2 months ago?...2 months ago?...hell, 2 months and I ..." Robert interrupted himself to not say something he knew he'd regretting letting anyone hear him say out loud
"We were both busy, he was busy flipping homes all over Georgia and I was busy...looking for a job"
"You still haven't told him you lost your job, did you"
"No..."
"What are you afraid of? Why wouldn't you tell him?"
"Because I didn't want him to leave me..."
"It seems like he already did that but if it's over...he needs to know. I mean it's only right, since you're not going to fight to keep the relationship alive..."
"Who said I wasn't going to?"
"Well I don't know...are you?"

There was a bit of silence between the two men. Robert finally sat down on the love seat across from Carl.

"Whatever you do though, it's his decision. He needs to know what's really been going on because for all he knows, he thinks the man that he was once inseparable from skips out on town and doesn't think about him. I mean he's a man too and if you ask most women, they won't be able to go 2 months without sex either and by the way it's not just about the sex, it's about the intimacy, I bet you talk to him, this person you saw him doing it with may just someone that just simple makes him feel good"
"You're right" Carl said nodding his head
"So he doesn't know that you lost your job, so that also says he doesn't know your place is in foreclosure either am I correct?"

Carl nodded quietly agreeing. Robert didn't have any easy solutions to helping Carl but helped him understand that lying to hide his broken ego didn't help his relationship nor did running away from help him either.

"You think he'll forgive me?"
"I don't know Carl, but you won't know unless you ask him yourself"

On the other side of town, Dre and Dion took I-75 to Dre's neighbourhood of College Park. Surprisingly enough there was little traffic going south. Dion had his hands interlocked with Dre. The two were listening to listening to V103 on a lower volume. Every now and then Dion would get catch a glimpse of Dre who was one of those focused drivers. Dre caught Dion catching these glimpses. "What?" he said with a chuckle and a slight smile. "Nothing, how did we get to where we are at?" Dion asked "Do you mean are we moving way too fast?" "Y - Yeah?" Dion said "Maybe but we're both enjoying each other right?" Dre said looking over to Dion "Yeah"

"We do have something in common. We're both two young, attractive, working black men in a city of ineligible bachelors and eligible whores..."

This description made Dion laugh

"We both have things about us that we are not proud of that affects us, but that's the beauty of love and karma. They brought us together to help fix each other and build each other"

This made Dion melt in the passenger seat of his car. How could somebody so young be so romantic and so available towards him? he thought as they continued their drive to the south side.

"Now I have a roommate. His name is Treymon, he's a bit messy so you might have to excuse the apartment, it might look like Katrina blew through that motherfucker" Dre said
"Damn"
"Yeah my roommate is from New Orleans and came here right before Katrina hit and I guess decided to stay here but he's on some crazy shit."
"hmm"
"I wouldn't be surprised if his piece is there. That motherfucker bothers me, he's always there. He lost his job which I can understand that but now Trey asks me can dude stay with us for a little bit longer until he gets on his feet because dude just lost his house but I'm like dude he gots to go soon"
"Aww man I'm sorry to hear that. I'm lucky I don't have that roommate situation"
"Yeah for a large house, I'm surprised you don't share it anyone"
"I shared it at one point, they're just never there" Dion said looking over out his window
"Gotcha" Dion said

Later that early afternoon, Dion and Dre had just gotten back from College Park and arrived at Lenox Mall. Dre changed into a simple black shirt that read in white letters 'You See Me' a pair of dark denim jeans and a pair of red and black leather chucks. Dre parked his Nissan in the extra parking lot and the two arrived inside the mall. The two decided to do a bit of window shopping and the sight of the two of them drew stares from the store owners, employees, janitors, girls, boys, men and women. The two were oblivious to all this attention, they were just having a good time in each others company. What everyone was looking at was an amazing looking couple that even though they didn't publicly show it, you felt their bond and their love for each other. Dion felt a sense of security in being around Dre and Dre felt a sense of trust he had never allowed himself to experience. The only public display of affection the two shared was very discreet moments when Dion would get on the escalators in front of Dre, Dre would grab on to Dion's waist and give a slight squeeze, something about this made Dion smile on this inside while he didn't visibly show it.

While walking down the halls of the mall, the two ran into Marlon and his friend Leon who would sometimes dress up as Leona and today he was Leona with a Leon twist. Marlon and Leon were having a blast shopping each had several bags in their hand. Leon had on a pair of of skin tight jeans, a pair of black lace strapped open toe shoes and a somewhat snug girl shirt on, dark skinned with Prada classes a slick short hairstyle reminiscent of Fantasia but the kicker was is that she had gold fronts. Marlon was wearing a white shirt under an Aeropostale grey and white striped cardigan, light blue True Religion jeans and men's Ugg boots. Dion did a double take and realized that Marlon was out but was caught by who he was with

"Oh my god Marlon? I didn't expect to see you here" Dion said in shock
"Oh so finally you decide to come out" Marlon said clenching his cheekbones
"Leona?" Dre said in a complete surprise
"You know this bangy cunt over here" Marlon said jokingly
"Bangy? bitch I give you realness 24/7 you hear you me Housewife of Atlanta?" Leona replied taking over her glasses to expose her long extension lashes and pointed out her open toe lace strap shoes.

Everyone laughed at the running into each other.

"So Dion this is my friend Leon he works as a hair and wig stylist" Marlon said. Dre interjected and introduced Leon "But on the weekends at a club near you she goes by the name Leona Perry as Leon/Leona decided to give face and strike a pose "Yes Diva" Marlon egged him on. This caused a bug eyed response by Dion, he was taking in Leon/Leona's outright openness, clearly it's been a while since he's been out actually living. "Well Marlon this is Dre" Dre and Marlon shook hands "so pleased to meet you" Marlon replied cordially. "Listen we need to get all this stuff to the car but Dion, we'll catch up" Marlon said looking at both Dion and Dre with high brows. Leona/Leon said his salutations to Dion as well

"Are they a couple?" Leon/Leona inquired
"They might as well be" Marlon replied
"How you doin'"
"Awlright"

Marlons phone started ringing in his pocket. He stopped and rested his bags on the floor to answer it, it was Robert. Marlon put his iPhone to his ear to find out what Robert wanted.

"Hey babe whats up"
"Marlon, did you know Dion had started seeing someone else"

Marlon paused for a second, looked back at Dion and looked around

"No, why?"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, whats up?"
"Carls back in town...he went to the house to see Dion but found him in bed fucking some dude, he came over here shortly after clearly upset. I think he's headed back over to the house. So if you see him or talk to him, tell him. He's headed back over there now to try and work things out"

This caused a look of shock on Marlons face, by now he had lost sight of both Dion and Dre.

"Ok...yeah I will"
"Thanks sweety see you tonight"
"Babe, maybe you should go over there just to make sure everything remains cool"
"That's their relationship to fix and though I thought about it, this is Carls mess to fix. He created it with his consistent absence, in a way he's at fault. There's not much I can do"
"But damn catching your man in bed with someone else will make you do some fucked up shit Robbie" recalling the time they got caught by Robbie's wife years ago
"He won't do anything stupid, he's hurting yes but will do what it takes to get his shawty back"
"Ok listen I gotta go real quick, I got all these bags..."
"Aight see you when you get here"

The two hung up and immediately Marlon switched to his text screen to text Dion "If you haven't already now would be the time to tell Dre about you having a man, Carl is in town and is headed to the house" unsure of whether or not Dion would get it.

Dre and Dion sat in the food court where it was relatively empty still. In a semi awkward moment the two just sat there and looked at each other. Dion felt his phone vibrate and it was a call from his house, this made his heart thump as no one should be at the house. He let the phonecall go ignored but then saw the text from Marlon. This drew a frown on Dions face as he is confronted with possibly ending his fantasy relationship with Dre. "What" Dre said noticing the change in Dions body language.

"I have a boyfriend or at least I thought I did" Dion said slumped in his chair
"What" Dre said in a bit of anger
"My boyfriends been away for a little over a month and through the time we've been together I would see him maybe a week at a time"
"When were you going to tell me"
"We've only been seeing each other a couple of days, I didn't expect this and don't lie to yourself and say you did...Come on now, you arrive at my doorstep, suckin my dick, I didn't even know your name until after I shot all over your face and next thing you know we go days fuckin each other. I don't think that constitutes a relationship"
"So I was your sweet escape huh?" Dre said with a voice of dissapointment

Dion didn't know how to answer that because part of it was true and part of him began to fall for Dre.

"I do this all the time, I fall too hard" Dre said "...and why, I shouldn't never came to your place that night after we messed around"
"You shouldn't have but you did...why"
"I don't know I decided to take a chance"
"So did I"
"By stepping out on your boy? You call cheatin on ole dude taking a chance?"
"You're not being fair"

Dion felt bad enough already and hurting Dre started to make him choke up as we was prepared to lose not one but two men in his life. Dre drew back a little, realizing he may have hurt Dion's feelings.

"C'mon let's go" Dre said in low tone. The two got up and walked around the mall a bit more to cool off. Dre noticed a photo booth and figured this was a good way to break the mood. He took Dion by the hand and led him to the booth. "Get in" Dre said to Dion, he put money in the machine and joined Dion inside. Dion wasn't in the mood for pictures. The two were cramped in the tiny booth and after the slight argument it was a bit tense inside. Dre decided to get up and sit Dions lap and put his arm around him. The two locked eyes drew near each other and softly kissed each other on the lips the picture snapped them kissing catching the two by surprise, they broke apart realizing they were photographed kissing, the two looked at the camera as much as to say "wait" but instead the photobooth took another picture of them in a spontaneous smile shot. The photobooth took several shots of them being goofy. The final photo was another random shot of the two looking into each others eyes

"You're still mad at me?" Dion said in a soft voice
"Mmmm I'm pissed but I can get over it, I like you alot" Dre said

The two kissed again

"I'm a fix this, I promise" Dion said
"There's nothing to fix, It ain't broken" Dre said smiling in mid kiss.

Friends & Lovers (Part IV)

The next morning, Dre woke up before Dion, He noticed Dion's swollen dick was up hard and laying against his stomach and appeared nice and full. He wanted to do something he hadn't done before. He wanted to do something that he had read turns alot of men on. Dre gently moved out the bed to not wake Dion up. He quietly reached into his pocket to grab a condom from out of his pocket of his jeans. He gets back in the bed, opens the condom wrapper and pull out the Magnum. He rolls it down from the head of Dions dick down to the base. Dion began to move a little but not by much. Dre had no lube and realized that the only way he was going to get wet was by using his own spit. He climbs on top of Dion and positions his dick to enter inside him. Dion began to breathe heavier and heavier, he began moaning and it began to reach higher and higher pitches. Dion woke up but Dre was only able to see the white of Dions eyes and then his eyeballs rolls forwards and he jumped up to look Dre in his eyes, Dion tightly grabbed Dre by the back of his neck with his right hand and his left hand on Dre's waist, Dion still breathing heavily in a low whisper "You made a big mistake doing that". This scared Dre in a way that was adventurous yet dangerous at the same time. He didn't Dion like this before and was wondering did he make him mad by waking him up in such a manner. Dre was unaware where all this strength came from as Dion began to pump his waist hard and thrust fast causing Dre to yelp loud and high "Shut up" Dion said in low angry grunt. "As a matter of fact, I'll give you something to scream about". Dion rolled Dre on to his back, his dick was at full hard on, swollen ready to blow. Dion regained his rhythm and began to give Dre long hard thrusts. Dion pounding on Dre's tight pink hole caused him to cry in both pain and pleasure.

Little did Dion or Dre know that Carl was walking in through the door. Immediately Carl was taken back by noises he heard coming from upstairs. His worst fears came true, he didn't have to see what was going on to know what was going on yet he decided torture himself with the sight of what he was about to see. Carl is slightly taller than Dion, 6'0 dark skinned muscular everywhere, its unsure what his hair is like because he kept it bald, he was clean and doesn't don any tattoos. The bigger surprise of all is that Carl is 12 years older than Dion. Carl had reached the top of the stairs and gently walked over to the door that was cracked, only to see a pair of legs up in the air and they weren't Dions, they were someone elses legs up in the air and Dion was in between them fucking. This shocked Carl because he was the top in that relationship. Carl and Dion had been together 4 years. Carl never let Dion fuck him. All Carl could hear are the sounds of agony that were buried into the sheets and sounds of Dion's balls slapping against the skin of the raised legs. Carl quietly walked away from the door and walked down the stairs, he didn't even pay his dog any attention what so ever. Carl closed to the door and open the door of his 2006 grey Nissan sat in the drivers. There was a picture of him and Dion taken in a photo booth at Lenox Mall, the sight of it made him cry as he realized that his dishonesty may have caused him the one thing he really loved.

In the bedroom, Dion had his right hand around Dre's neck as he was about to cum, he was by now drenched in sweat from all the hard fucking. He nutted inside of the condom, Dre wasn't able to get his in the heat of the moment. So many thoughts were racing through his mind and he was wondering did he fuck up or was Dion role playing. Dion gently pulled and ran to the bathroom to flush the condom down the toilet. He didn't kiss Dre when he was done, he didn't say anything. He immediately hopped in the shower. This caused a great deal of worry in Dre's thoughts. All he wanted to do was pleasure the man that makes him feel, the man that he's been spending the last few days with and the man that he began falling for so fast.

Dion finished his shorter than usual shower and walked drying himself off with a purple towel he had hanging up next to the shower stall. He walked over to where Dre was standing popped him on the ass and walked out the bathroom. Dre was still bothered that Dion had yet to kiss him. Dre decided not to think about it right away and decided instead to get in the shower.

Dion had full dressed this time in a green Lacoste polo, dark blue denim jeans and a pair of low Prada black sneakers. He made his way into the living room and turned on the television. It was the first time Dion turned his tv in recent weeks, he began to play with the dog who though docile loves a good belly rub.

Dressed and ready Dre takes the remote off of the couch where Dion was sitting and turns the television off "What's wrong" he asked in a noticeably upset tone "nothing..." Dion hesitated in his answer "I don't like when I'm being lied to especially by people I love" Dre said and he caught himself realizing that he just admitted to loving Dion. This also caught Dion by surprised because he found it difficult to lie to Dre about how he felt about waking up to him riding him. "Sit down Dre, we need to talk and I need you to hear me out, ok". Dre took a seat on the couch next to Dion.

"You scared me. You brought back a memory that I wasn't quite ready to relive again. I was molested by my nanny when I was 12 and the sad thing is my dad knew what happened because he gave her permission to do it because she wasn't my nanny, she was my dads other woman whom he was cheating on my mom with" Dre was disgusted by this news "...I woke up to this woman on me, riding me, I was scared, paralyzed and didn't know what to do and..." "Oh my god" Dre said softly "I had no idea, I'm so sorry" "Baby, it's not your fault. I should be the one apologizing for how I acted just now, I was scared and overreacted and risked hurting you in the process...why do you even like me? why do you love me? Dion looked at Dre. Dre got up and sat in Dions lap facing him "I know I like you, I knew that from the moment I first saw you, I don't know why I love you but I know that I should just because. I hope that maybe this day together will give me an idea of why I love you" Dre gently kissed Dion on the forehead. Something about that one kiss made a tear stream down Dions cheek. Dre got choked up seeing Dion crying "Anytime if you need me, I will be right by your side. You ain't gotta worry about anything" Dre continued.

Dre was everything that Carl wasn't. Dre is warm, Carl was cold. Dre is versatile, Carl is a Top. Deep down inside Dion knew he didn't deserve Dre because technically he stills has a boyfriend and has yet to figure out how to tell him.

"Listen, I need to get up and go home and change clothing, I got my drawls in my back pocket so I'm over here freeballin and shit" Dre said jokingly "Let's take my car and I'll show you my hood"

"Aight, cool" Dion said. Dre tapped Dion on the chin motioning a punch to his chin. Dion knew what Dre is feeling for him is almost mutual. This guy couldn't be any more perfect for him and much more what he needed in his life in a man. Sure Carl was his boyfriend but Carl wasn't the "it" dude to be with. Carl was the man that just happened to be there and appeared less messy than alot of the men that roamed Atlanta.

Dion was taken aback by the grey Nissan that was parked across the street, even though it was Dre's and he was walking towards it, it looked strikingly similar to Carls car. In all suspicion, Dion went around the front to look at the license plate and it wasn't Carls license plate. Relieved, Dion got on the passenger side and Dre started the car and began to drive down the street. "We're going to take 75 down and come back up to Lenox Mall, sounds good?" Dre said waiting for Dions approval "Sure, let's do this". Dion smiled as Dre locked his right hand with his left hand as the two new lovers are about to enjoy their first official date.

Friends & Lovers (Part III: Spilled)

It was 7PM, the sun hid below the horizon yet the moon was hiding behind the clouds making it so dark outside. It began to rain heavily on the streets of Dion's Buckhead neighbourhood. Dion and Dre removed themselves from the bed they had just finished making wild love in. I guess it's fair to say they brought the rain. Dre had wiped the semen off his face that Dion ejected during their wild climax and rolled the condom off of his semi-hard yet not so soft dick walked into the bathroom and flushed it down the toilet. The bathroom that was connected to this room was huge. Dre was taken aback by the amount of space it had. The toilet was in a corner by itself and across from it was a large 2 person sink, a bath tub and a large shower with enough space between the shower and the bath tub for a hot tub. Dion began to run the shower water near hot. He looked over at Dre admiring the black marble on the sink, the mechanical toilet and the high ceiling and yelled from the shower "Are you getting in or am I going to have to wet my own back?" Dre looked at Dion smirked "Oh don't worry shawty, I can wet your back alright" "Oh I bet you can" Dion replied with a slight giggle. Dre stepped into the shower where Dion was already started getting cleaned up. Dre began looking at some of the products Dion had hanging on the wall storage in the shower. Aveda Scalp Benefits Shampoo & Conditioner and Korres Lemon & Basil Shower Cream Gel. "Try it" Dion said "It smells good". Dion was right, Dre responded well to the new products. In Dre's mind, he felt Dion may be a bit high maintainance and borderline bourgeois for his normal liking instead he inquired about some of the products to try and get to know about Dion a little better. "So you like high end stuff huh" Dre began to ask Dion. "High end? not at all. I'm just allergic to alot of stuff, Sometimes cheap products make me dry and itchy and you start seeing me get a red rash all over my body. I try to use all natural products as best as I can" "Cool" Dre said. This brought a bit of relief for this low maintenance kind of guy from Detroit.

Meanwhile Marlon at his apartment in his quite neighbourhood, Had a large pot of one of his personal specialty dishes Six Cheeses Lasagna. This was one of his expert dishes and a favourite of his lovers, Robert. It sat in the oven cooking well the cheeses were marinating and coming together so well packed with Mozzarella, Parmesan, Romano, Asiago, Provolone and Fontina. Presentation was everything and what would dinner be without Italian bread Robert brought from the supermarket and red wine on the kitchen counter. Robert had been busy pulling together a story on the huge mayoral races going on in the city and had been so wrapped up and distant. He had been in the office which is located next to the stairs and across from their living room all day and finally decided to come out of hiding. He quietly walked into the kitchen where Marlon was there sipping on a glass of red wine.

Robert was his usual 6'3 light skin, brown eyes but this time instead of short curly soft hair he began cutting his hair in a dark Caesar and his white teeth began stained by the coffee had been drinking to stay up late nights and his muscular physique had been worn down to a moderate toned figure from not working out as much. Robert followed in the footsteps of a man he admired, Keith Olbermann and went from being a sports announcer to a political correspondent for CNN. Robert has begun to look weathered but still very attractive and to Marlon, he was his world. Marlon reached into the cabinet over his head and pulled out a wine glass and poured some for his lover halfway. Robert looked at the glass and hesitated to drink it. He looked at Marlon and paused abruptly before speaking "If the glass is filled halfway, is it half full or is it half empty" He asked. Without hesitation Marlon replied "It doesn't matter, the glass will always be filled halfway! why whats up?". Robert took a short sip from his glass "It's Carl" "What about him?" Marlon asked now thinking about what him and Dion spoke about. "He told me to promise not to tell anyone but you're my lover and I can tell you anything. Carl lost his job last month" "WHAT?" Marlon put his glass down on the kitchen counter and folded his arms "So he's been away this whole time, having Dion think that he's away on work and this whole time he's been unemployed? what the fuck?" "Yeah it doesn't seem fair" Robert said in a low raspy tone taking another sip. "Robert, business is slowing down for Dion too and quite frankly the mortgage on that place is fuckin ridiculous, so what? do we tell Dion?" Marlon said with a slight of disgust "I think we should invite him over and break it down to him" Robert said with a nod of agreement from Marlon. "Let's eat, foods should ready" Marlon said.

1am back at Dion's house, The two lovers Dion and Dre had moved from the 3rd guest room to the master bedroom where Dion sleeps. The master bedroom was different from the guest rooms. Instead of being a queen size bed, Dion sleeps in a King Size Bed and the room is carpeted. The two men laid naked in the bed, Dion on his back and Dre to his right, sprawled out next to him on his stomach, his left palm covered Dion's left pec, Dre's left wrapped leg wrapped around Dion's right leg. Dre subtly Dion on his shoulder and neck. "I really enjoy spending time with you" Dre whispered into Dion's ear. "Me too. when are you off?" Dion said in a low voice

"Tomorrow, why?"
"Hmm, let's do something like a movie or something, go to the mall or whatever"
"Sure, I need to get up and change, we can take my car".
"Cool" Dion replied. He kissed Dre on the forehead and laid his head back down and went to sleep.

Friends & Lovers (Part II: A Special Arrangement)

Dion although moved by the present he received from Carl, he had a hard time accepting it for what it was. He runs back up the stairs and grabs his iPhone from under his pillow and dials his friend Marlon. It took one ring for Marlon to pick up his phone.

"Hey you" Marlon answered in a higher perky voice, excited to hear from his friend
"Hey are you busy"
"No I been chillin actually, you know Robbie and I just moved to Smyrna from Alpharetta right?"
"Oh that's great, why didn't you tell me you were you moving, you're like 15 minutes away from me, if you got a minute you should come through"
"That's not a bad idea, we should crack a bottle"
"Marlon..."
"What?"
"It's 11:15am"
"Well shit, it's drink-thirty somewhere in the world"
"You're a mess"
"I'll be right over"

Marlon drives his bright yellow two door Mustang down the narrow road in Dion's neighbourhood of Buckhead. He gets out gently opens his door, steps out and closes his door. Marlon is 5'11 slim yet thick where necessary in which he contributes to being in a relationship, brown skin, brown eyes and dimples on his cheeks. He was dressed comfortably wearing a pink and blue striped polo from Lacoste , yellow khaki pants and a pair of white uptowns, dressed very Northerner. He walks away from the car and sees Dion walking out his door taking trash out.

"Look at you being all domestic" Marlon says with a big grin
"I know right, just go on ahead in and make yourself comfortable, I'll be in shortly"

Dion's classic Jack Russell Terrier walks up to Marlon and stands up against his leg. Dion walks in and shuts down the door behind him and notices Brown being friendly with Marlon.

"C'mon Marlon let's go in the kitchen"
"Yes because that's where the liquor is" Marlon said

Dion pulled two glasses off of his dry dishes rack and pulled a tall bottle of Disaronno out of the top cabinet. He then opened the refrigerator to drop two cubes of ice in each class and filled the glass half way with the brown liquor, swiftly turns around serves Marlon his glass who had been waiting at the island counter patiently like the lush that he can be.

"I've been a bad boy" Dion says in a low whisper
"What you mean you been a bad boy?" Marlon says with his left eyebrow raised to the heavens.

"I cheated on Carl this morning"
"Oh dear, bring that bottle of Disaronno here"
"Yeah" Dion said with a hard sigh
"What happened? Adam4adam?"
"No"
"BGC?"
"No"
"Men4now"
"No"
"Manhunt"
"Marlon who does manhunt these days"
"You're right...then HOW?"
"Fed-ex guy"

Marlon dropped his empty glass on the island counter, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped

"Right there at the doorway, shawty gave me some serious Becky"
"Oh my God, Dion"

The two paused and Dion began to pour himself more of the Disaronno in his glass and refilled Marlon as well

"Well Dion, If it makes you feel any better, eatin ain't cheatin"

This caused a giggle from Dion but the guilt he felt was still bothering him.

"Well there's more. I invited him to come over this evening"
"Wait do you even know his name?"
"Yes! his name is Andre but he goes by Dre"
"Dre..tall, dark skin, pretty teeth, nice toned body, tattoo on his chest of a Phoenix going all the way across"
"Yes, yes but I didn't see a tattoo on his chest, He was getting my dick in down his throat with his uniform"
"Well" Marlon said with a gasp clutching his chest "Find out if theres a tattoo there"
"Why do you think you had him"
"Absolutely not but I think he dances at Traxx"
"Ugh Traxx"
"Yeah he seems a bit young but he's nice, real cute. Robert and I saw him there when we first moved to Atlanta to explore the club scene here"
"I guess" Dion said as he took more sips of his drink
"Well you invited him over, if you're not feeling it then cancel"
"I can't, I don't have his number, I just told him to come over"
"This is just...This is just all types of messy" Marlon said in a voice of dissapointment "It's just sloppy"
"I know I know"
"I'm not going to judge you, If you only knew the pickles I've been through with Robert while I was in New York puh-lease, anyway I gotta run, I gotta do some food shopping. I'd invite you and this Dre person over but being that Robert is close with Carl all of the sudden, that would just cause mess and I don't plan on telling him about this"
"Thanks, I was going to tell you don't tell Robert"
"Don't worry about it, it's just Robert has a nose for messiness now"

Marlon gets up from the island counter and walks out down the hallways towards the front door and walks to his parked yellow two door Mustang. "Call me" he yelled as he gets to the driver side of his car. He drives off down the street out of sight in a matter of near seconds.

Later that night.

At exactly 6 on the dot. Dion had on a plain yellow v neck tee shirt and a pair of red skinny jeans sagging gently off of his ample butt and pair of Supra high tops dressed like a skater boy. There was a ring at Dion's door. He was busy straightening up in the living room and walked over to the door, opened the door. It was Dre, this time he looked different, He wore a striped shirt yellow, white and blue buttoned down over his dark denim white stitching Antik jeans and black prada sneakers. Dion stepped aside and nodded his head motioning Dre to come on in. Dre gave Dion a warm smile as he closed the door behind him and escorted Dre to his living room where the dog Brown was sleeping under the coffee table. They both sat on Dions plush couch in front which was situated perfectly in front of the 80 inch flat screen plasma television with a surround sound entertainment system hanging from every corner of the living room.

"You want something to drink" Dion asked in a noticeable nervous tone
"Nah, I'm good. I'm not thirsty, 'sup witchu tho"
"Shit, tryin to figure you out"
"What you wanna know"
"Tell me about you"
"OK, I moved here with my dad and my step mom from Detroit. My parents wanted to give me and my sister a better life. I moved out a few months ago working at Fed Ex and sometimes I dance at Traxx and The Cheetah on the weekend"
"You said you moved with your parents, so that mean you live with them?"
"No, I moved out after my dad found out I was dancing at Traxx actually..." Dre said with a slight studder "...he kicked me out"
"I'm so sorry to hear that, how did he find out anyway?"
"One of his faggot ass co-workers told him"
"Oh damn"
"And you know whats fucked up, it's not even like he had anything to benefit from it, he did it because I wasn't trying to do his old ass"
"What? well What your mom say?"
"What about her? She lives in L.A. with some rich white dude and their 4 kids. I only hear from her once, maybe twice a year...my birthday and Christmas"
"That's fucked up Dre"
"Nah its cool. tell me about yourself, what you do to live in this amazing house"
"Amazing?"
"Yeah" Dre said with a small chuckle
"Umm you haven't been to any of the other areas have you. This is okay at best. I flip homes, I buy them, renovate and upgrade them and then I sell them for way more than their value but right now because of the economy, I haven't been able to sell this one and quite frankly this is the one that's given me the most trouble to sell, so I decided to make this one home for a while."
"Cool" Dre said with a nod of approval
"Ya know what let me show you what makes this house so nice"

The two got up, and walk out the living room and walked to the left of the living room and head in the direction of the kitchen. "So this is the kitchen". Dre nodded his head at the site of all the brand new appliances. They then take a walk up the stairs and where there are 3 large bedrooms. 2 right next to each other and one in the corner. Dion decided to show Dre what the guest room in the corner looked like which appeared as something out of a home and crafts magazine with fresh linen and sheets and smelled brand spanking new with hard wood floors and furniture from West Elm.

"So what do you think?" Dion turned around and asked Dre

Dre walked up to Dion with seductive eyes and went straight to kiss the inside of Dions neck on his left side with his hands pressed on Dions waist while Dions arms laid at ease. Dion let out a sigh of relief and desire and then Dre stopped and looked into Dions eyes and began to kiss him hard and strong. Dion wrapped his arms around Dre's neck causing the kiss to become more intense. The both of them at this point are able to feel each others hard dicks pressed against each other. Dre then reached into Dions white Calvin Klein boxer briefs and began to massage his round ass so gently. Dion began to get more aggressive by diving into Dres chocolate neck causing Dre to reciprocate by gently playing with Dions wanting and hairless crack until he reached his tight hole.

Within moments notice, Dre picked Dion up causing Dion to wrap his legs around his waist and moved to the bed in which Dre fell on top of Dion yet continue to kiss each other. Dre begins to move down Dions body, unbuckles his black belt and pulls down his boxer briefs and pants down at the same time and began to gently kiss his dick from top to bottom, however the tables have turned. Dre rolls Dion on to his stomach and began to dive into the cracks of Dions perfectly plump butt and began not eating, licking and sucking on Dion perfectly clean hole causing Dion to lose control of all emotion. Dion took his left hand to push Dres face further in as he could right his right hand began to tightly grip the sheets. Dre presented yet another skill by sucking Dions long 8 inch dick which was pressed against the sheets behind him instead of in front of him and making his way back up to eat and back down the dick. Dre had eaten Dion so good that he had to wipe to saliva and booty juice from his lips and chin to continue eating the Dions now wet, juicy and ready ass.

Dre slips Dions sneakers off, slides pants and boxers down his legs and they begin to fall on the floor. He takes his owns off without untying them and drops his pants and boxers down to the floor. He goes into his jeans to pull out a Trojan Magnum to fit the girth of his 8.5 inch cut dick and immediately cuts the package open with his teeth, spitting out the corner and rolls the condom down his dick all the way to the base. Dre got on top and began to slow grind while spooning his arms cupping behind Dions shoulders, he continue to gently kiss Dions neck and upper back. Dre reached down to position the head of his dick to penetrate Dion, but he had a better idea. Dion pushes Dre on his back gets on top to ride on top. This change in plans surprises Dre as it shows in the widening of his eyes. Dion situated himself on Dres dick and began to gently ride motioning and winding his ass up and down and even around in circles causing a slight degree of pain and pleasure at the same time yet sending Dre into ripples of ecstasy. Dion pressed his hands on Dres tattoo'ed chest while Dre pinched and played with Dions nipples causing him to ride even harder and deeper until Dre hits that spot that not too many men have the pleasure of hitting and the ones that do know about it revel in its joy.

Both guys are now drenched in sweat, both are heavily breathing, Dions hole is now wet and slightly loosened and Dres balls are soaked from all the juices. Dion finally busts. He shoots his load all over Dre's chest, neck, chin, lips and a few spurts catches Dre near his eyes, but Dre doesn't care he gets his nutt and is laid paralyzed, the nutt was so good Dion was able to count all of Dres ribs through his tight abs. Dion mounts off of Dre and lays at his side exhausted, worn and sweaty.
Dre looks down at the condom covered dick, the head is filled with semen and was even more amazed at how spotless over the condom is. He wiped the nutt from off his eyes with the knuckles of his thumbs.

"This shit with nutt getting in my eyes...is this going to happen every time we mess around?" Dre looked over and asked Dion. Looking back, Dion laughed and smiled "I warn you, I'm a big shooter, all the time, anytime". As a gesture to make it up to Dre, Dion licks the nutt that had landed on Dres chin and kisses him with it. "Damn, who's nasty now shawty" Dre whispers "Come on, lets gets in the shower, this room has its own shower". Dion proposed "Help me up, I'm mad tired yo" The two laughed at each other and how they both wore each other out. Dion helps Dre up and they both go to the shower, only just because they both bust crazy ass nutts doesn't mean it's quite over.

Meet In Tha Middle - Timabland featuring Bran'nu Brandy

I can't stop gushing about this track. Brandy as her rap alter-ego Bran'Nu really slang her p**** juice all over this track like it was deli meat and said here now eat it! If you remember a few years ago Monica dibbled and dabbled into rap and while her flow was more of a sexy sultry feminine deliverance that was oh so missing in Hip-Hop altogether, Brandy gives you classic street flow reminiscent of 90's Lil Kim and Foxy Brown with awwhh yeah ah-ha and the unnecessary grunting. So without further ado here is the link for "Meet In Tha Middle" from Timbaland Presents...Shock Value: Volume II

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ßeyoncé - I Am... Yours: An Intimate Performance At Wynn Las Vegas
(in stores November 23rd)


Tracklisting
Disc 1
1. Hello
2. Halo
3. Irreplaceable
4. Sweet Dreams Medley; Sweet Dreams\ Dangerously In Love\ Sweet Love
5. If I Were A Boy; If I Were A Boy\ California Love\ You Oughta Know
6. Scared Of Lonely
7. That's Why You're Beautiful Medley; That's Why You're Beautiful\ Beautiful Ones
8. Satellites
9. Resentment
10. Deja Vu Jazz Medley; It Don't Mean a Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing)\ Ornithology
11. Deja Vu

Disc 2
1. I Wanna Be Where You Are; I Wanna Be Where You Are\ Welcome To Hollywood
2. Destiny's Child Medley; No, No, No Part 1\ No, No, No Part 2 (featuring Wyclef Jean)\ Bug A Boo (H-town Screwed Mix)\ Bills, Bills, Bills\ Say My Name\ Jumpin', Jumpin'\ Independent Women Part I\ Bootylicious\ Survivor
3. Work It Out; Work It Out Sax Intro\ Work It Out
4. '03 Bonnie & Clyde
5. Crazy In Love
6. Naughty Girl
7. Get Me Bodied
8. Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It) Medley; Electric Feel\ Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)\ Hey Hey Heys
9. Finale

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Friends & Lovers: Part I - What's Yo' Fantasy

Dion had it all. At 23 he lived a pretty mainstream easy going life in his townhouse in the Atlanta suburb of Buckhead. He drives a black Audi A4 convertible with tricked out spinning wheels and a sound system that will make the hairs of your cat stand up. He has a great job as a person who hustles homes in the Atlanta area. Dion has made a living of buying, fixing up and selling many Atlanta homes for more than the amount that he bought them for and therefore has a made a comfortable life for himself. He even has the boyfriend and a boy jack russell terrier named Brown. The boyfriend, Carl work who is a financial advisor for several Internatioanl trading companies tend to be away most of the time leaving Dion in Atlanta. Dion is 5'10 brown skin, very nice toned athletic build with the butt to go with it, high and perky, nice short wavy hair, he is everything pretty even down to his crest smile and everything you wouldn't want to leave at home.

It was around 9AM and it was another morning in which Dion woke up alone. He longed for the nights and mornings where he would wake up and Carl would be there in his arms but it was another business trip to Beijing, and the week before it was a trip to Tokyo and the week before that it was a trip to South Africa. The list of places seemed to be endless and so were the amount of mornings Dion woke up with an erection. Dion couldn't deny his man is sexy and just the thought of him turned him on so bad. With the sun bursting streams of yellow and white through his ceiling to floor windows, Dion woke up to look down at his 8 inch thick cut dick standing straight up under his sheets, he smiled and winked "Good Morning". He reached down with his right hand and began stroking his dick from his soft pubic hair from the based all the way to the head, rubbing his thumb across the head when it would get towards the tip while his left hand would gently caress his hard brown hairless nipples. It has been quite some time since Dion has pleasured himself and his body began to get hot from the long strokes of his thick black manhood as he began to take deeper breathes and then there was the ring of the doorbell...

[Ding Dong]

[Ding Dong]

The bell is so loud and it was hard for Dion to ignore it and this only infuriated him. He then put on the first thing he could find which were a pair of Spongebob pajama pants. He storms out of his bedroom and swings around the banister down the stairs

[Ding Dong]

"I'm coming damn chill" Dion yelled

Dion angrily opens the door and it's a male Fed-ex man. The Fed-Ex man was tall with soft spinning waves, brown skin with a dark ceasar cut and a killer line up, nice body, beautiful white smile and sexy baritone voice. There was a slight pause then a "What!" from Dion.

"Yeah this is a delivery for Mr. Dion Tate" The Fed-ex man says
"Yeah thats me" Dion replies
"I have a package for you here"

The Fed-Ex man hands Dion a rectangular brown box. He also hands

"Don't you guys use an electronic signature thing or whatever" Dion says trying to write with a pen that was just out of ink.
"Yeah it's the truck broken"

The Fed-Ex man eyes cruised over Dion's tight shirtless body and his eyes reacted to still erect dick in his spongebob pajama pants.

"Did I interrupt something?" The Fed ex man asked Dion as he struggled to sign his name on an inkless pen.
"Nah you didn't" Dion frowned slightly at the Fed ex man
"Looks like I did to me" The Fed ex man said licking his lips
"Are you kidding me are you working or you cruising?"
"Nah I'm a professional, I'm a working man, I just provide good friendly services thats all"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah let me in and I'll show you"

Throughout this entire exchange Dion's dick swelled even more in his pajama pants, you saw his dick beat to the same rhythm of his heavy beating heart. Dion decided to ask the Fed-ex man in.

"So what's good" Dion softly said

The Fed ex man kissed Dion's already aroused nipples one by one and proceeded to lick him down the middle of his tights abs down to his belly button and began to lick around it causing Dion to jump a little out of reaction to being ticklish. The fun began when Dion was able to close his eyes and feel the wet of dudes mouth massaging his dick. At first he was being shy about the head. Dion was still tense because this was everything that he expected to be in some low budget porn but coming to life however, this was reality, this was more than he ever could imagine because Fed ex man decided to deepthroat his dick, his head feeling the warmth and the tightness of dudes throat. After a few minutes of this Dion's dick is not only wet but the noises of Fed ex dudes lips smacking and swallowing Dion's entire dick literally were too much of a turn on. This is blowing both of their minds but not before...

"Oh shit I'm about to nutt"

Fed ex man Quickly stops but couldnt avoid the streams of nutt which flies all over his face just missing his right eye, "Oh shit" he says getting it all over the middle of his face down to his full lips and chin, some managed to hit the wall behind him but managed not to get it on the shirt of his Fed ex uniform.

"Damn" Dion said softly barely standing he holds on the wall behind Fed ex man in which he used to balanced himself.

"Hold on, let me get you real quick"
"Yeah thanks"

Dion pulls up his Spongebob pajama pants up and over his still hard and now swinging dick, runs to the kitchen and wets a brand new kitchen cloth for him. He comes back and places the cloth in Fed ex mans right hand "Here you go"

"Thanks" Fed ex man says

He wipes his face all around paying specific attention to the corner of his eye in which some of the cum had found its way.

"You aight, I didn't mean to get it in your eye like that..."
"Nah its cool, it doesn't burn too bad"
"Yeah it's not often that I get head delivered to my door"
"Ain't you glad I showed up" Fed ex man said licking the little bit of nutt off of his lips
"illl shawty you nasty, how you gon lick up my nutt like that"
"It taste good tho"

Dion bursted out in laughter and sat on the floor in front of dude.

"So what your name is" Dion asked in a low voice staring in dudes eyes
"Andre but I go by Dre"
"Aight Dre" Dion said with emphasis on his name "that was hot"
"Hell yeah" Dre says

Dre gets up and cracks his neck and picks up his clipboard and pen and begin to head back to out finish working.

"Aye Dre, take this and put it in the garbage outside. I don't need any evidence laying around"
"Oh you buggin"
"What?"
"Aight"
"By the way, what time you get off?"
"6PM"
"Won't you come through"
"I can do that"
"Cool"

Dion opens the door to let Dre out, he takes his belongings and walks out the door to his Fed-ex trucks and begins to drive off down the block. He closes the door and can't even believe that his Jack Russell Terrier has been so quiet and well behaved this whole time. Dion then rips the package open and it's from his barely existing boyfriend. He pulls out a glass award that reads


...to Dion,
You are my lover
You are my friend
You are my everything
Thank you for standing by me
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for being my joy
You make me the happiest man on earth
You are the best man anyone could ask for

Carl & Dion forever.



(...TO BE CONTINUED

Some Unholy War.

Rachel Maddow was joined by The Huffington Post’s Frank Schaeffer Tuesday to assess the latest anti-Obama rhetoric from the right, including praying for his early death. Video courtesy of MSNBC "The Rachel Maddow Show"



My grandmother used to always say "Read you bible so that way no one can tell you what's in it" Unfortunately, what do you do when what's written in black and white is exactly what it says to do. Psalm 109 is a clear and present call Old Testament style to kill your leaders whether they be religious or political. I may not agree with all of President Obama's policies however, I don't agree with assassination either. I don't agree with this Third World coup d'etat mentality. Writing this right now gives me chills, I am cold and numb. Us as Democrats need to stop sniping our President for not moving fast enough and let him be a leader. President Bush did too much and meanwhile Republicans sat back and scratched their balls for 8 years. White Christian Evangelical Conservative Americans are rearing their ugly heads and hididng behind black bibles in the process. I ask that if you are a good person you pray for the safety and well being of this man. If anything happens to him, it'll be more or less a symbolism of not only hate for his presidency or him as a person but him as a dark faced being which will trickle down, mark my words. This isn't just about policy.

The Gaga Experience

It's difficult to escape the phenomenon that is Gaga. I promise that I won't gush over this album being Lady Gaga has been the first artist to get me excited in a very long time however, it's kinda hard to not to notice how good this album is lyrically and you can hear loads of musical influences that helped shape who she is as an artist. On parts of this album you hear a bit of her signature sound, you hear the darkness of Grace Jones, the energy of ABBA, the lightness of Kylie Minogue and the cleverness of Janet Jackson.

"The Fame Monster" was expected to be an extension of her internationally successful "The Fame". Lady Gaga has continuously claimed that "The Fame Monster" will not repeat the theme of "The Fame" but instead will explore different emotions that potentially can get out of hand also known as "monsters" in life such as Fear, Love, Heartbreak, Lust, Anger etc.

The album starts out with her signature sound with producer Red One on "Bad Romance" with a fashion inspired video directed and designed by the great Alexander McQueen with dark pitched lyrics and a full throated hook and damn near operatic ohh's and ahh's throughout the song.

Right away, the album takes a new direction in "Alejandro" which sounds like a throwback to mid 80's Madonna with beefier vocals

The third track on the track "Monster" picks up the speed slightly. I hear Paula Abdul and Kylie Minogue all over this track. You will hear the breakdown of house music looping over the background during each of the verses which makes the song way more interesting to listen to. It's an overall fun track

The fourth track "Speechless" is the stand alone ballad on the album. It is not only a ballad but it's a power ballad with an original piano composition, heavy on live drum percussions and a cool guitar riff that appears throughout the track. This song is notable for being a letter to her dad who recently had open heart surgery.

Anyone who is old enough to recall the 70's/80's mega group ABBA will absolutely appreciate "Dance In The Dark". This on first listen was originally my favourite track. This song is what happens when Pop music in it's classic form is done correctly. The hook you can't get out of her head, again full throated and the breaks in between the song throughout to let you re gather yourself between vocals is absolutely pleasant.

"Telephone" is the second time Lady Gaga collaborates with Beyonce and finds them working with producer Rodney "Darkchild" Jerkins. You might want to pause on this one, Rodney Jerkins? Give him a try. Rodney Jerkins stepped out of his R&B/crossover comfort zone to accomodate Lady Gaga and even added an additional thump for Beyonce's verse to give the track some edge. The song is a very familiar situation that many couples experience: The girl that doesn't want to be bothered at the club so she picks up to argue the first couple of times and then decides not to pick up. As it's been said by many friends and associates of mine "If I didn't pick up or text you back the first couple of times what makes you think I will the next 18times?" What makes this song flawed is the song is kinda left flailing along with an operate recorded message spoken "We're sorry the number you have reached is not in service at this moment, please hang up and try your call again later". Rodney Jerkins also decides to let us know towards the end of the song that he produced it. Thanks Diddy *cough* I mean Rodney, congrats on the weight loss *rolls eyes and sighs* you look more and more like Diddy every time I see you.

So this song on first listen has already made it to my exclusive list of favourite songs ever. This is another example of pop music when done right can really get in your bones. What makes this song my favourite over "Dance in the Dark" is the lyrics really can make you a believer in love and romance without the lust even if you're in the worst of places emotionally. The production of this song is absolutely perfect! I tell everyone I can if you are happily in love or have been in a place where you experienced love in the past, this song is truly for you and I hope this becomes a single.

"Teeth" is produced by (take a seat) Teddy Riley of BLACKstreet. I think I'm going to end this here. This song is so Teddy Riley but Lady Gaga holds her own on this obvious R&B track. This song is about the importance it is to make a woman melt with your melt and god help you if you're teeth look a fool.

Overall this is the closest definition of a perfect album. It exceeds expectations of "The Fame" taking you through a tour of her "Fame Monster" concept. The album has texture and weight to it and is a perfect alternative to Rihanna's "Rated R" album which is also heavily inspired by Grace Jones' early 80's darkness.

Over all this album gets a flat A. Go get it! like now, no not now but like RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. :)

* Note: This album improved on my grade for "The Fame" in which I gave it a B- for accumulating too many filler tracks.

Sympathy for the Sideline Ho?

I never thought I'd find myself writing about this but, I figured I'd give it a shot since everyone knows me purely as the person who is vocal against men and women who cheat and their accomplices. Over the past few months, I have been getting into people's and even my own unconventional thoughts on love and relationships. I began to ask myself over the weekend, what if the sideline ho is not really this classic figure that we see in movies and soap operas that come in and try to swoop in on the good man? what if she wasn't the figure that comes in with the hot red lipstick and the 5 inch heels and the body painted outfit on trying to seduce the man? What if in fact, she like any other single person in this world is looking for a good man.

Upon talking to some friends, We all began to ask ourselves where are all the good men? We came to the conclusion that, well all the good men are either dead (R.I.P.) or they are in fact taken in relationships. Let's be clear, you can not take a bad boy and turn him into a good man, that doesn't happen. Just like you can't take a hoe and turn her into a housewife. It's the same principle. In one situation, I have heard women find themselves in the situation where they meet a man who is at the end of his rope with a waning relationship (Alicia Keys knows this situation very well) yet he is still with that person, he comes upon a breath of fresh air and excitement. He is still technically still with their significant other however, he is devoting his time to the newbie or the sideline ho. A bad boy would try to string both of them along for the excitement. A good man will be straight up front with the newbie before anything sexual even goes down and explain to the side-dish that they are involved, it's not working out and there is a huge chance that they might get back together. In this scenario in many situations, the side-dish will stick around hoping that the relationship fails so he can be with them for a long time. I can't necessarily blame her and while I can put my own spin and thoughts on the situation, that is not what this is about.

Anyone who is single wants a good man or woman in their life to be with even if its short lived. The ability to be wanted, needed and loved is a feeling that is inevitable with being the imperfect human and to get it any which way you can comes with the territory. Let's be clear here, I am not in any which way condoning cheating and I am not telling people it's okay to scout out married men/women to seek thrills and side relationships with. I do however, understand why sideline hoe's, side-dishes or whatever name you want to call them exist.

Being single is today's "dating market" has become increasingly difficult by the year. It has almost become like survival of the fittest and only the few will see the prize of a long lasting relationship. We have become as a society predisposed to being judgemental towards "the other woman" because it's easy to put fault and blame on them because she is part of the reason but she is only a small part of the reason. The problems that would even allow a sideline ho to even exist, is one that needs to be dealt with inside the relationship and quickly. A thief can't steal your purse if it's secured around your body, we're always taught this in signs and TV promotional ads preventing to muggings and same applies to relationships.

I thought I'd never find myself justifying a sideline hoe's reason to "steal" a man away from someone else. I consider myself a good man and can honestly say that even I came very close to laying in the arms of temptation and for me, it occurred right when I was at my most emotionally vulnerable and sexually frustrated. The only thing that stopped me from going through with it is that I confided in a friend who talked me out of it altogether. So it shows that even a person with good logic can fall prey to temptation. There is so easy way to conclude this so I'm going to go ahead and ask What are your thoughts

(Leave me your comments, you know I love those)

A Precious Award?

Obese, illiterate teenager Clareece "Precious" Jones lives in Harlem with her dysfunctional family, she has been impregnated twice by her father and is in a destructive relationship with her mother. Precious is invited to an alternative school where she hopes that her life can change direction. Now, while this all sounds like something that you'd see on Maury Povich or for better ratings, Oprah Winfrey, this is the plot to the movie "Precious" based on the popular novel "Push". Clareece is played by Gabourey Sidibe with Monique playing her abusive mother. The film also stars Lenny Kravitz, Paula Patton and Mariah Carey as Ms. Weiss.

I look at this movie as another big break for Black directors, actors/actresses to really kick down the doors of Hollywood that has been closed or merely cracked. While a small percentage of people who will view the film see the stereotype of Blacks being perceived as always struggling and hurting. Let us not forget ignore that many Black films in comparison to films of an all white cast tend to express morals and values consistent with Middle America. This isn't a blaxploitation and the stories are about as real as if the plot occurred in a white family, a latino family or a European family with subtitles at the bottom. The movie is gritty but promises to move audiences of all colors, race, ages and genders.

With Academy Award wins by African-American actors being limited to an exclusive club of Hattie McDaniel, Sidney Poitier, Harry Belafonte, Halle Berry, Denzel Washington (twice), Jaime Foxx and most recently Forest Whitaker, Morgan Freeman and Jennifer Hudson, one would question does this movie in all of it's high prise in an "Obama-era" (taking all politics out though) bring home the golden bacon in Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress categories along with possibly Best Screenplay.

Mo'nique by many critics may have a late night talk show on BET that loses ratings every time she shows her arms, but she shows that she has the acting chops to star in a dramatic film. Mo'Nique plays the abusive mother of Precious played by Gabourey Sidibe and has earned her front runner spot for Best Supporting Actress, the same position Jennifer Hudson found herself in when playing Effie White in "Dreamgirls". I ask also can Gabourey Sidibe bring a Best Actress in a Lead Role nomination for her turn as the troubled teen. Can Mariah Carey land a nomination for being completely made under as the no nonsense Ms. Weiss who was originally to be played by Academy Award winner Helen Mirren.

The winners club for African-American actors are limited with a larger balloon of those who did not win including Dorothy Dandridge, Cicely Tyson, Diahann Caroll, James Earl Jones, Danny Glover, Angela Bassett and that's just to name a few. I do look for big things in the future from Will Smith, Nia Long, Viola Davis, Taraji P. Henson, Nate Parker (?), Kimberly Elise and another win for Jennifer Hudson. While I don't have amazingly huge expectations, I am tremendously optimistic about African-American actors and actresses.

(Leave me your comments you know I love those)

Good Morning Afghanistan. Wake Up America

I am not a part of the military, marines, navy or coast guard. I don't have relatives in the armed services either. I am however, a US citizen that though I didn't support the wars in Iraq or Afghanistan, I still wanted to believe in our President George W. Bush and his administration to in fact find Osama Bin Laden. 8 years later however, we are finding ourselves in a different position. We are fighting in a war where it seems that there is no good answer. There is no A, B, C, D or E All of the above. This has to be extremely thought out and all the while Americans are weary and losing support for being in war. While I'm no expert in war strategy and I sure wasn't in 2002 when the country entered Iraq and Afghanistan it sure did feel rushed. It felt like a knee jerk reaction to the events of September 11Th, 2001. Well we are in the war, at the time the country favoured going in with the goal of righting the wrongs of what happened that day, getting even and bringing terrorists to justice.

Today is Friday, October 30, 2009 and Bin-Laden has yet to be found. Our military have semi-occupied two Muslim nations with very little resolve in bringing down the Taliban or Al-Qaeda. Most Americans like me are saying "Show me the Bin-Laden". It is fair to point out that in Summer of 2008, roughly 43% of Americans couldn't identify Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan nor Pakistan on a world map and that's just the few that supported our twin wars.



The point I am making is this, The U.S. troops are in a corrupt country (Afghanistan), fighting against another corrupt government (Pakistan) where if the U.S. stay in Afghanistan they are seen as "occupying" and if the U.S. leave it is free lunch for all of Al-Qaeda to come back into Afghanistan and seek a reign of bloody terror onto any civilians that aligned themselves with Americans in exchange for aide. The U.S. has also tried to buy the support of the Afghan people by building schools particularly for the young women of Afghanistan. If the U.S. leave then all that needs to happen is for the schools to be blown up, with children inside to keep especially young women from receiving an education.

I find it deeply sickening that it appears we are the only ones willing to fight this war. We can not prop ourselves up as a nation of peace when we are in two wars with a developing host spot occurring between Israel and Iran, in which we better stay out of that one. We are losing so more money on this war daily while nations like China and Japan invest in their future and stability. This country can not continue on this road and expect to be the leader of the free world. I may be the only one thinking this but it makes plenty of sense. More jobs are leaving overseas than coming in, the economy is weakened followed by a choke hold of a Health Care system. The United States is no longer a productive nation. It doesn't seem right to go for broke on this bad gamble, let's gamble is our own future and prosperity for our children.

Our military troops, Men and Women, Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, Brothers, Nieces and Nephews have spent more years in Afghanistan than the Russians. We lose more and more of our troops daily and General Stanley A. McChrystal says we need more troops. The reason there was an outrage for the Vietnam War was not because our country was simply at war, it was because the American people were losing. The people as Sarah Palin likes to quote "that makes this nation so great...real America" were losing their husbands, sons, nephews and brothers. There was this idea that if you drove past a bus stop with a school of children waiting for the bus that some time in the future, our country would be sending them into the same war that our family members fought. We can't allow that. Our President can't be willing to support. Sadly, however it's not as simple as I am for it, I am against it. I was not for nor against the Iraq and Afghanistan wars but instead I was in support of finding the people responsible for killing over 3,000 people and taking down the two buildings that especially in this economy will never be rebuilt again. I am more in support of bringing our troops home and ending this war responsibly, that is the real and human way to win this war. For our people, for the American people.

Mariah Then & Now

Mariah has redone a few of her memorable photographic moments in music. The first being her memorable "Vision Of Love" photo and the second being her revealing Butterfly album cover. I still say her "Rainbow" album cover was her best. She was in the best shape of her life on that album.


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Bros Over Hoes?

Not so much buddy. Over the years among women it's been known as the "Girlfriend" rule and among guys it's known as "Bros over Hoes". What if your friend is the resident town whore. My grandmother always used to say, Pick your friends absolutely carefully because you my find yourself in precocious situations that won't be easy to get around. If you are friends with the guy that has to date all the cute guys or has to fuck all the cute boys in the city, it can make dating a bit harder. Many people will say, well in a city where there are infinite amount of boys to date, why go after your friends former date, lover, partner. Well, what if they actually do click. What if there is a connection there, that is different from the connection that you had with the person. One can't fault the friend or the lover for what is bound to be inevitable. People are allowed to run into each other, things tend to happen. There is only so much you as the friend is allowed to control especially when you personally have moved to something far better. If the past relationship, mattered so much how come you are no longer with that person.

This season of Desperate Housewives is examining that very idea of the "Girlfriend" rule. Bree (brilliantly played by Marcia Cross) is currently having an affair with her best friend (Susan Delfino played by Teri Hatcher) ex-husband, Karl. In this situation I sympathize with both Bree for falling for Karl but I am on Susans side on this only because Karl cheated of Susan multiple times and seeing him with other women particularly women that looked nothing like her brings back ugly memories of what those affairs did to her. Even though Susan is happily married to Tom Delfino, does she have a say if any of friends can date or have sex with her past partners.

I always viewed the "Girlfriend" rule as a way of restricting who your friends can see, just in case you happen to have a lonely night you can have the option to call one (or more) over for a late night cream. I personally don't buy it. I think it can get downright selfish in the event that you're friends with the town harlot. With the devastating and sometimes appalling popularity of online dating/sex sites, it has further closed in the gay community and has also find it's way into the heterosexual community as well. Everyone now knows a piece of everyone. It is unavoidable.

I have two scenarios and I'll try to make it short. Last year, I said goodbye to a dead-end friendship. It was a friendship were I was growing but the other person was stagnant and not really moving towards something. You can almost say we were both holding each other back. I found independence and they found self-confidence in the days after our friendship dissolved. What made the friendship dissolve was I got tired of being loyal to a friend that dated every good looking guy in the city of New York and Jersey City. I got tired of introducing them to him and seeing the familiarity and old "sparks" being rekindled. Later on, his friendship with his other friends also dissolved for that same reason.

In the second scenario. An ex-date of one of my best friend contacted me and explained how burned he was to find out that my friend jumped into a relationship after two weeks of knowing the guy. No courtesy, no "well I'm seeing this person and...", they found through pictures on facebook. Ladies and gentlemen, I've said it before putting too much on Facebook/Twitter can ruin you! Through consoling him, he explained that a friend of his wants to date him. Now they are very close to violating that "Girlfriend" aka "Bros over Hoes" rule. He did exactly what I mentioned early, he asked the new guy "How important is your friendship with him". Already by the answers, he knew that it would be an uncomfortable situation. However, that attraction is not going away anytime soon. It's actually been there for some time and they continue to dance around this attraction to each other. They both recognize it's only a matter of time before is before one is riding the others dick with disregard to my friend. My name is Bennett and I refuse to be in it. I have unconventional ways of thinking around many sensitive issues, as you see.

I tell people to evaluate how important this friendship is to them. Is it that important to explore love in such a fashion? If the answer is yes, you must be prepared to say goodbye to that friendship however, if the dating or relationship goes sour you have also left yourself completely "assed-out" of a shoulder to lean on. If you decide not to move forward with dating the past date, jumpoff, lover of your friend, you are stuck with that friend and you may have to explore other means of meeting people in which you will not continue to run into former lovers, boyfriends, dates, jumpoffs of your best friend.

If you are a harlot and you are reading this you also have to understand the climate in which we live in. If you have had sex with one person, you have in fact had sex with ten people, therefore you have closed the degrees of separation in an already minority community. So your friends hooking up with your past dates, lovers, jumpoffs is damn near inevitable and you might just have to suck it up for the sake of your friends happiness.

Where do you stand on this issue? Please leave me your comments, I love those.

Beyonce: Modern Gay Icon vs. "Ican't"

gay icon: noun (plural gay icons)
A celebrity who is much admired by gay men and/or lesbians.

Description: Modern gay icons, who are predominantly female entertainers, typically garner a large following within LGBT communities over the course of their careers. The majority of gay icons fall into one of two categories: the tragic, sometimes suicidal figure or the prominent pop culture idol.



Some past and mostly infamous gay icons have included women of very strong or sometimes overbearing and dramatic demeanour such as Judy Garland, Bette Davis, Lucille Ball, Cher, Madonna and Cyndi Lauper. When the subject of modern gay icons in the African-American community today the finger is continuously pointed at Beyonce Knowles, former member of Destinys Child. She is able to be the definition a performer. She sings, she dances and she performs. While I don't take away from her ability to be an excellent performer. I personally think that her gay icon status should be in probation if not revoked.

In the days where mainly Caucasian homosexual Americans discovered their gay icon, the battle in that period was identity which put the big gay spotlight on people like Judy Garland in which her daughter Liza Minelli inherited her huge fan base and Bette Davis for her androgynous appearance on film. The battle then shifted to the fight against HIV/AIDS in which Madonna became the fiercest of advocates.

Today we are fighting a completely different battle in all communities regardless of race, income and status and that is gay marriage and equal rights. While we have the normal icons out showing their support 100% We also gained a few one notably being Charlize Theron who announced on ABC The View quote "...I have very close gay friends that really want to get married and can't and I wouldn't feel right getting married right now knowing that they can't. It's just not fair".

My question really is where are our African-American heterosexual female entertainers when we are fighting this war on equal rights and gay marriage. The question I should be asking is "Are we smart enough to really give a damn"? Since I personally do not go to New York City clubs anymore. I took this question to many social gatherings throughout the the city asking folks what does it mean to have Equal Rights? Many of the answers that I received were extremely blazay. I was even more disappointed when I saw that the attention from the conversation diverted to either sex or who the cute boy across the room was. When the Beyonce Knowles came up as Single Ladies was playing in the background, I asked "Do you think Beyonce loves her gay fans?" and one lovely queen, I'll never forget his/her answer "...of course she does honey we buy her albums, we support her, we live for her" I through to myself 'that's not what I asked you'. I tried again by asking the same question but in a more direct way "How come Beyonce hasn't spoken out about gay issues that affect our community, particularly black community?" and the answer I was given by quite a few were "Beyonce's job is to entertain me not educate me" I was actually blown away by this being that "Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)" is teaching MEN to put a ring on their WOMEN'S finger, not women put a ring on their women's finger or men put a ring on their men's finger. Need I need remind people that Gay Marriage is still not legal in all 50 states and "domestic partnership" comes with tons of compromises.



I am willing to give Beyonce the benefit of the doubt by saying possibly, just possibly, she is a product of being a Type A African-American female. Most African-American women have not so much gay friends but they have people that they know are gay and are cool with but won't necessarily hang out with them on any given weekend. I can give her the benefit of the doubt by saying maybe she doesn't feel comfortable talking about LGBT issues not only to her predominately African-American gay fan base but her gay fan base in general. Like her contemporaries such as Lady Gaga, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson and Madonna, their gay fan base isn't a color however, it sure would feel nice if there was a female figure in the R&B community that would stick up for the gays.

I could also easily point to the fact that she is married to the ideal modern day über-masculine African-American male and though Jay-Z has in the past been very verbal with his use of the world fag in his lyrics, he has not verbally showed any deliberate hatred towards the LGBT community, unlike his contemporary Busta Rhymes. The incident I speak about is an incident a couple of years ago on Miami Beach where a crowd rushed Busta who's legal name is Trevor Tahiem Smith, Jr. to get his autograph. One member of that crowd was an visibly and openly gay male who praised Busta Rhymes work as an artist. Busta became very belligerent and attacked the man while uttering "Don't touch me you faggot". It doesn't make big news because well this is common and we accept it.

I guess the last argument in her defense I can give her is that, maybe she didn't ask to be a gay icon and maybe she doesn't want that title. If she doesn't does that mean she is obliged to give the gays back their money for the albums they bought and the concert that they went to? Please, where in who's fantasy world would that happen? While she may not have asked for the title of gay icon, she sure is doing everything in her power to milk it for everything it's worth and more.

The gays, particularly the men have given Beyonce great choreography. The gay community gave Beyonce a strong fan base that will potentially never go away. The gays have even fought on her behalf in the face of fans of other female contemporaries. I haven't seen that love being reciprocated and therefore, I am absolutely convinced that we as gay men are invisible to her.

In the light of Equality for the LGBT community, when it comes to Gay Marriage, when it comes to workplace discrimination very far and few in between men and women of color are taking the stand for us. It's one thing to have a gay icon who's gay speak up. In the media, it looks biased and damn near a given that a gay person will speak up for members of the LGBT community. However, a heterosexual either male or female speaking up well, that speaks absolute volumes. It's like a lions roar in a room full of nerds playing chess. It's loud, it's crystal clear and it shows people hey, I'm listening and I'm watching and I got their backs.

I am definitely not saying that her showing her absolutely vocal support for the LGBT community would change legislative and reverse laws regarding people like myself and my friends however, I don't think it's right that "we" support people that will use us and milk us for everything it's worth and not give a little back. Personally, even if she did a small commercial like she did for World Hunger, I think I could appreciate her a little more however, she's an icon that won't therefore she's what I call an "Icant".

In a time when Lady Gaga is participating in marches an protests in Washington D.C., in an time when Mariah Carey allows a gay man to open love his partner by proposing to him on her stage, Now is the time to be that African-American heterosexual female gay icon. Now is not the time to be an "Icant".

I want people to think about this in closing, when you are buying that next album, downloading that next single on itunes, when you are looking to dip into your savings account for the good seats at Madison Square Garden. Ask yourself, besides making you feel good, what has she done on behalf of you? What has she done on behalf of your lover? What has she done on behalf of your friend, colleague, associate that died due to complications of HIV/AIDS? What has she done on behalf of your right to live in The United States of America as a man, woman, transgendered male/transgendered female or bisexual male/female, to have the ability to be protected by law against brutality and discrimination. Think about this also when she is laying in bed naked with Shawn Carter while you can't legally be seen by the Justice of the Peace in your own city as a gay couple because it's illegal. Just think about it, Is she an icon or an "Icant"

10 Songs I Couldn't Stop Listening To 10 Years Ago

1. Nothing Really Matters - Madonna
2. All That I Can Say - Mary J. Blige featuring Lauryn Hill
3. Smooth - Santana featuring Rob Thomas
4. No Scrubs - TLC
5. It's Not Right But It's Okay - Whitney Houston
6. You Know What's Up - Donnell Jones featuring Left Eye
7. I Hate You So Much - Kelis
8. Hot Spot - Foxy Brown
9. Let Me Let You Know - Pink
10. Heartbreaker - Mariah Carey featuring Jay Z

Indirect Feedback & Tweets

My time on Twitter is spent communicating with individuals and characters all across the country. I like seeing what people have to say and where their views are. I got into blogging because I did not think that Twitter was always the appropriate place to express views. I decided to create my blogspot to really get my views out there and see what I can learn from other people. If you are a buddy of mine on Yahoo or AIM and if you follow me on Twitter and Blogspot, I look for feedback, even if it is about my punctuality. Most of the time, I am so busy trying to get my thoughts out that I am so happy to get it out of my head, I forget to proofread and that I hold my accountable for. When a person makes indirect comments towards me specifically on Twitter knowing that I follow them, one should expect me to be annoyed. If you are more than willing to talk provocative to me on my Twitter DMs or on Yahoo, instead of making shady comments why wouldn't you be able to address me like the grown person you are. The problem is not every single person is grown. There are still people who are in their mid 20's and even 30's that are still stuck in a high school way of dealing with people. I urge you that though my writing may not be that of a scholar but I do seek professional feedback all the time. It is my opinion that if you can talk naughty to me in private then you should be able to talk to me in a more formal manner as well. If there is a problem with that simply let me know, it is absolutely no shade at all.

Thank you.

The Bed I Made (Part III)

It was a Saturday night, Robbie and I had just came in from a media industry party completely drunk. We came home on a limo that was rented by his company. The industry party was actually the afterparty to the Media Emmys that year. Robbie did not win any of the awards he was nominated for and I was a guest of another CNN political analyst. I got a chance to meet some of my favourite news reporters Larry King, Anderson Cooper both of CNN and a few others. I remember that day also meet T.J. Holmes and he gave me some great advice that night on how to stay alive in the news organization. Robbie and I had been seeing each other casually for several months now but something about this night we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We would catch feels as the night went on and find ways to escape the crowds to catch a quick kiss, its amazing we didn't get caught by one of our colleagues.

He wore Burberry Classic and I wore Armani Code. He wore a classic black tux, I wore a classic snow white tux outfit without a blazer but with a matching white vest just to be different and stand out. You would think we were coming in from our wedding day but we were just ecstatic to be in each others presence lusting in each others arms, kissing, hugging and touching. One by one peices of our clothing came off until there was just him and I left in our bare nakedness. Robbie picked me from the back of my thighs and my body easily just reciprocated by wrapping my legs around his waist, my arms wrapped around his shoulders and his lips kissing and stroking my neck. He carried me over to the bed where he began to make love to my body. My body wanted him, My body was thirsty for him. His body needed me. By this point, his clean cut 8.5 inch thick dick had already knew its around throw the grips of my tight ass. I laid at the edge of the bed with my legs spread eagle position to the side as he attempted to go in there was a bit of a fight. So he pulled and decided to taste me, lick me, eat me, wet me though as if I was his tasty desert, this bringing moans out of my mouth, tears out of my eyes and sweat from my pores. I always love when he does that, I would open my eyes every now and then and look down just to see his face buried directly under my balls, my dick laying perfectly erect and flat against my abs. He got up from pleasuring the lips of my ass to now fuck the lips of my ass. Anytime I'm getting fucked by him, I never remember the entry being painful at all but more pleasureful for my soul. My toes always curl and my body always tenses and all it takes is a gently kiss from him on my body to make me loosen up. I never enjoyed being the bottom but for him, it came all too easy and oh so natural. He wrapped my legs around his waist, scooped me up once again and sat the two of us at the edge of the bed, this time with me riding his lap. He knew this was one of my favourite positions. My lips kissed his as if his lips were a drink of a water. Our bodies were lubricated with sweat. He pressed his hands on my shoulders and I began to grab at the middle of his back. The intensity quickly built as he bit my neck to try not to scream. I couldn't take the pressure building up in my body which was too, all I remember was I shot streams of cum all over his stomach which in that same second he bust as well. He collapsed on the bed and I went down with him, heavily breathing and at a loss for words. For quite a few minutes neither one of us said anything and were too lazy to get up and clean ourselves off. We eventually got up and showered later that night.

The next morning, I woke up with my face on his bare chest. I had an idea of what love is, but the months that we were together I began to ask myself "Am I finally in love"? I fell back asleep on to Robbie's lifeless body feeling blessed that he doesn't snore. We were both awaken by a gasp and a heavy duffle bag being dropped and the heartbroken face of Lynette Michelle Saunders, Roberts on again off again girlfriend.

"Sir this is the last stop" The female conductor said
"Huh?"
"Last stop, World Trade Center, no passengers"
"Oh...I'm sorry thank you"
"Uh huh"

The female conductor was a friendly pale caucasian woman with fire red hair and freckles across her nose and cheeks.

"Baby you were in a zone!"
"You don't know the half of it" I replied
"Have a good one hun"
"You too"

Moments like those made me remember that yes indeed there are still good people left in all of New York City.

Later than afternoon, Darius met me in my Brooklyn Heights neighborhood for an early afternoon lunch and cocktails at one of our favourite places called One Front Street a few blocks away from my apartment. They have the best sangria ever. Darius was wearing a horizonatal black and white striped double breasted long cardigan and pair of skinny black jeans and black leather shoes that looks like he took a page out of British Mens Vogue. The minute I sat down, I received a text message from Robbie "Hey I'm so sorry about earlier. Lynette and I are getting a divorce and it hasn't been finalized. Please call me so I can explain better"

"Who was that? you look pissed and sounded pissed earlier" Darius said sipping on his red sangria
"That was Robbie" I said looking down
"Robbie from the other night, like knocking down walls Robbie?"
"He knocked your walls down, not mine boo"
"You had him first so technically he did knock your walls down...a few times"
"Don't do me bitch, keep in mind that he was mine first"
"It's not about who had him first gurr, it's about who made him bust last unless..."
"No Darius, we didn't have sex last night. We could've had sex this morning"
"But what happened?" Darius said.
"His ex wife shows up"

I looked away from Darius and out the window looking at the traffic going down into Cadman Plaza.
"Why did he get married to her?" Darius asked
"Because her catching us gave her leverage to force him into marrying her"
"Ewww but what woman would knowingly want a bisexual man"
"She doesn't want him at least not like she used to, she wants his earnings. He is the highest paid sportscaster in the industry. How much are you willing to bet that they don't even have a pre-nup. He told me he was going to break up with her that last night he messed, then she walked in and it was all over. She threatened to take down my career as well"
"Man that sucks. I wish there was something I can do Marlon"
"I wish there was something I can do"
"Well, you can start by cutting off Robbie again, he's no good for you right now"
"I know"

After Darius and I finished our full pitcher of sangria. I decided to run home to shower and change. I thought maybe it was time for a spa day for myself. I thought a facial, manicure, pedicure and a massage would really help me think about what I need to do next. I went to my building on Columbia in the Brooklyn Heights section to find something comfortable to wear and I figured since it was a nice day, I should keep it simple. Some nice basic dark denim jeans and a basic black button down and some Alexander McQuen puma sneakers. I figured if I'm going to get this pretty, I might something to get into later on in the evening.

I took the A train from High Street to Times Square where I walked a few blocks to the 44th street and Broadway intersection at the M spa. I ordered the "Face & Body" package. Like your typical high end spa, it was empty. In this economy, you don't even see your usual Stepford wife roll in. I began reading a People magazine while sitting in a comfortable plush chair made out of what I want to say is fur and a familiar female figure wearing all black and wearing Dolce & Gabbana shades, rocking a short hair do and peep toe Loubotins. It was Lynette.

"We have to stop running into each other like this" Lynette said
"I'm convinced you're following me" I said with an even face stare
"Oh don't flatter yourself"
"I don't need to flatter myself, that's already been taken care of"
"How dare you"
"How dare I what, Lynette? How dare I fall in love with a man that you were in love with who in return didn't love you who in fact used you as a media prop? How dare I begin seeing a man that fell for me and not fell for you because he was too busy digging into me? How dare I try to stand by the man that I love while he gets blackmailed by a woman that he totally dispises who doesn't even love herself enough to find a man that is properly suited for her but instead is so busy trying to have something that was never hers in the first place. Yes Lynette, how dare I."

An asian female esthetician dressed in all white came from the back to greet me
"Mister Fisher, your spa bed is ready" she said with a beautiful bright white smile.

The next day in the late afternoon in my usual work attire of a blazer, white button down, yellow Sean John tie and black slacks and black leather shoes, I went to G Lounge in Chelsea to have more than I can handle drinks and threw myself into a cab back to my apartment in Brooklyn Heights. I walk into the lobby of my building, I am startled by a familiar voice calling my name. It was Robbie. Robbie was wearing a thin black leather jacket, a plain white T shirt, dark denim jeans and some white nike uptowns.

"Hey" he said in a low voice

I turn around and press the button to the elevator to reach my top floor

"So you're not talking to me now"
"You have two options, we can either talk about this upstairs or we can talk about this never because I don't feel comfortable talking about this in the lobby"
"Ok I can handle that"

I have to admit, I was definetely giving Robbie attitude. I was just just annoyed by the idea of having to go through the same situation with Robbie and Lynette all over again, years later after the first time it happened. We barely said anything to each other the whole elevator ride up. Nothing was said when I turned the key to my door to walk into the apartment. We walked in and instead of walking to the living room, he sat on a stool that is situated at the bar next to the kitchen.

"You want anything to drink" I asked Robbie
"No thanks"
"So what do you want to talk about Robbie?"
"Well I'm going to get to the point Marlon. Lynette signed the divorce papers finally"

He pulled an envelope out of his jacket and rested it on the bar. I was quite suprised by this bit of news, given how hard Lynette worked to trap him and how much Robbie used her to cover up his own homosexuality.

"She said she won't blow my cover"
"And you believe her"
"She said after speaking with you and then speaking with Darius & Maurice"
"Wait...Darius and Maurice? what do they have to do with anything?"
"Wait, Darius didn't tell you?"
"I spoke to Darius yesterday for lunch and how does Maurice fit into this"
"Well I guess it's appropriate to tell you that Maurice is my nephew. I've let Maurice stay with me while he finds work in the states because he wants to move here from The Bahamas. Him and Lynette had something going on."
"How do you know this?"

I began to pour myself a glass of Moscato I had chilling at the bottom of the refrigerator.

"Maurice has a video of them on her phone" Robbie said "And not that I care but Maurice had been hiding this from me for quite some time. He was scared to say anything but was not aware of the circumstances on how Lynette and I got married. Him and Darius began talking to each other shortly after the foursome, I guess they're trying to see whats up with each other and Maurice told him about the video and Maurice threatened to upload the video on xtube and distribute it if she even thought about leaking any photographs of you and I"

"Wow" I said sipping on my drink
"Yeah wow"
"So what now?"
"I don't know homie, you tell me. You and me, is now in your hands"