SEXUALITY without LABELS

Where are you on the scale?

Are you GAY or STRAIGHT? You think you know, but you have NO idea. It is a question that many people THINK they know the answer to. Of course, there is a large population of rather self hating human beings who will tell you one thing but climb in bed with another thing hours later. We may get to that later....
First of all, why do we use the term "Straight." It implies that all others are crooked and living off-road and against the "Straight" and narrow path. Quite condescending.
I am not here to turn anyone out, because there is nothing to turn out. I am here to help you rethink what sexuality really means. First of all, I have a huge issue with LABELS. I don't think we as sophisticated, complex humans should walk around this earth calling each other BLACK, GAY, STRAIGHT, ASIAN, WHITE, FEMINEN, MASCULINE, TOP, BOTTOM...ETC. You catch my drift. Labels limit our truest potential and catapult us into an existence of expectation rather than exploration. We fail to understand the science behind the fact that there is nothing in our DNA that determines something like RACE. Race doesn't exist,  (SOCIAL CONSTRUCT) and you know what? Neither does sexual orientation.

 You see sexuality is a spectrum, a very long spectrum that goes from MOSTLY SEXUALLY ATTRACTED TO THE OPPOSITE SEX, to the other extreme. But no one is completely straight or gay. Just like no one is completely White or Black; Asian or Latino. To call yourself a WHITE man is very moronic because it implies that your family tree has nothing but white apples up on it when you know good and well apples of all colors stem from the same original tree. It is very divisive and limiting, but frankly pathetic that we CHOOSE to live in a black and white world. A world where we allow the social norms to sway our belief systems....Our world is so diverse and NOTHING is concrete or 100%

Many narrow minded bigots have stood on their soap boxes and proclaimed that homosexuality is "unnatural." Well that is partially true. You see it is rather unnatural to call yourself a homosexual, or heterosexual as neither exist. What does exist is the fact that we as humans are not attracted to the sex of a person, but we are attracted to what the sex of a person represents. Naturally, we as humans are attracted to physical attributes as well as persona...the SWAG of an individual. But that has nothing to do with what turns us on. Many of us don't even know what turns us on. I thought that I was turned on by big biceps and six packs but having been sexual with a few muscle heads, NOT ALL OF THEM CAN ROCK MY BOAT.

I have considered myself gay for all of my life and I just realized that I was limiting myself to a world of erogenous satisfaction. I had to ask myself, WHAT TURNS ME ON? Now ask yourself. You'd be surprised. You see it's not a man itself that turns me on; rather, it's masculinity, attentiveness, a protective nature, deep set eyes, intelligence, talented tongue on the side of my neck...and all of these things can be delivered by some women. I then sought out women who were close to a female version of my male fantasy. I  asked them to do certain things... (with my eyes closed of course, I will admit that seeing a set of breasts doesn't help my gay ass achieve an erection) ...but I asked them to rub and kiss my neck, I listened to their voice, I felt what was a dildo against my hand and I stood up ready for battle. The same types of studies have been done in labs where so-called straight boys were made to watch gay porn and the sensor that they wore on their Johnny Rockets revealed they were turned on by some aspect of the porn. Doesn't mean they were DOWNLOW, these were actually straight men and the same was done for self-proclaimed gays. What is interesting, is that the common theme is that most of the subjects were turned on in some way by pornography that they would never have looked at. I guess it proves the notion, "don't knock it till' you try it" But there are also situations where straight men recieve blindfolds and think a woman is going down on them but it's a man and they cum full blast. I mean think about it, certain sexual ACTS turn you on and not the SEX of the individual.

Again, sexuality is a spectrum, and there are those who are closer to the extremes or toward the middle (BISEXUAL) but overall, we as humans have erogenous spots in and on our bodies that if ANYONE pleasures, you get aroused. For men, you already know where that zone is. Yes, right up there in the prostate. Right up there in the ass. This is proven. So just because a man takes something up the ass, doesn't mean he is GAY....Take so-called LESBIANS for example. A lot of them use DILDOS for vaginal penetration...now a lesbian is suppose to be someone who does not like PENIS at all...well open your mind. It is not about the penis...it is about the WOMAN stimulating that clitoris with that dildo. But the WOMAN is nothing but a representation of what turns her on, maybe the SHE represents SENSUALITY, she thinks she is turned on by the sex of the person, but she is turned on by what it represents, I.E. the dildo REPRESENTING her partner DOMINATING her. It has nothing to do with being a lesbian or male organ; but lets keep it real, for the lesbian whose getting fucked, a man could do the same for her. It's all about the CLIT.

Just close your eyes and let the evil penis in! I beg of you, don't dismiss this as just a clouded bias opinion of a gay man whose been marginalized and thinks the heterosexuals need a wake up call...it's not about that...however I do think fighting for sexuality equality is rather silly when sexuality IS equality. What's equal about all of us is that we ALL JUST WANT TO GET OUR ROCKS OFF! How we achieve that has infinite possibilities. Open your mind. Your G SPOT doesn't know what sex someone is...YES MEN HAVE G SPOTS TOO! May be it's in your ass Mr. Heterosexual...but let that women please you there....then think about how a man could do it as well. Gay men...think about how a woman could please you with that dildo, lights turned low, a very attentive tongue and a very unexpected cum. SIDENOTE: A lot of men, especially Black men, like doing it in the butt, they like phat asses...doesn't that sound like what a lot of GAY TOPS like? What's the difference in a female ass and male ass? And that whole TOP/BOTTOM thing is just as limiting as saying you are GAY. There SHOULD BE MORE TO SEX THAN PENETRATION....and this goes for man on man, woman on woman, woman and man...because if you ask yourself what REALLY turns you on during sex, I gararantee you, it's not the penetration itself. For me it's what leads up to it...the foreplay. Without it, you may as well put your pants back on partner! Now back to your regularly scheduled programming...

If we all expand our horizons and think beyond the borders that are placed on the concentration camps of our sexualities, then we can all get our rocks off EQUALLY. There would be no more debates and hate crimes. Never apologize for getting your rocks off no matter who helps you get there. We are only in this world once, so why not explore every facet of your sexual being. Women have never had to rely on a mans penis to achieve an orgasm; sex toys prove that it's not about the SEX of the individual that makes you ERUPT, it is the specific sexual attention on certain areas of your body...the unexpected and the voyage of exploration. Stop living your life EXPECTING, start EXPLORING the UNEXPECTED. Stop labeling yourself and start INVENTING yourself. When you do that, HE OR SHE WILL THINK YOU INVENTED SEX!!! #TreySongz Happy Cumming People! Much love

TESTIMONY

I've got a thing for Pastor Love
Without a church
He keeps my eyes on above

I want to be his tesimony
Disrobe his Holy
Have him kneel down and hold me

And tonight
I need salvation
I'll read his Bible
But we'll end at creation...

...Deliver me
Nigga PREACH TO ME
Speak on me
In tongues.

Catching your Spirit
And at 4am
Our sermon will still be young

As I get down and pray
Climb on your steeple
There's no resting this Sunday

Work me like Job
I'll prove to be faithful
Annoint me with your probe

Baptize my body in yours
I'm your Crusader
I'll fight and end all wars

I've loved a lot of false prophets
Worshipped false idols
But with only you, do I profit
If it's blasphemy
I don't want to stop it

Can I get a witness?
His pride is a pulpit
His faith is relentless

He never falls for temptation
A Jezebels fornication
Could never be as sweet
as my communion's libation

He gets down and drinks me
In remberance of we
They pretend to be meek
But he turns the other cheek

I once was blind
But now I see
He loves from behind
And all over me

Baby preach to me

Hallelujah!

Preach to me!

At the midnight hour

Preach to me!

Until I repent

Preach to me!

Until walls come tumbling down

Preach to me!





(C) 2012 Isayaah Parker Publishing

Cut the Strings, BECOME YOURSELF

The devil is a liar, showing you pretty things instead of fire...
All the pretty things, shiny selling wedding rings, models bewitch with Victoria wings, we want the ego the pretty things bring...
But who are you underneath?

With all the glaring pretty things, it's hard to see the colorful auras that illuminate the earth. Your soul is not to be accessorized. You are beautiful, infinite, most high and capable of expressing so much of yourself that its imagery could dazzle the blind, yet many of us humans get so caught up in the physical illusion that we lose ourselves. As children we are told to think about what we want to be when we grow up instead of who we are going to be. What kind of person will you be? Will you be known for your humility or will you be heartless? Instead of filling their minds with fireman's dalmatians and astronauts spaceships, we need to fill their minds with Gandhi's peace.
You see, if these kids grow up wanting to BE something rather than exuding something, then they will end up populating a passionless world like what we have today. Because desolation disguised by pretty things is not prepared for the spirit realm. Behold, an organized effort by the elite to make you envy, sell yourself, fall for that mirage that gives you a false sense of security. The TV screens serenade lies that you can win it all and with it, you can be happy.
But the truth goes unseen. 

In a fast-paced, cosmopolitan, Starbucks latte, world of diamond dreams; many fall victim to the sell spell. Passion is often paralyzed in the debilitating bite of materialism. Every day the same hustle, the same grind and yet you always feel that with the bills, you perpetually fall behind. This is a fear-based world; GOT TO PUT FOOD ON THE TABLE, DISEASES ARE COMING TO GET YOU, VACCINATE NOW! I NEED THE LATEST IPHONE OR I WILL NOT BE UP TO DATE, I MUST GET A GOOD PAYING JOB SO THAT I CAN SPEND MONEY TO IMPRESS OTHERS! IF I DON'T GO TO COLLEGE, I WON'T BE EDUCATED, I WILL BE STUPID AND WORK AT MCDONALDS, THE TERRORISTS ARE COMING! RED ALERT! THE ONLY WAY I CAN HAVE AN ADULT RELATIONSHIP IS BY GETTING MARRIED, IF I DON'T MARRY HIM, HE WILL LEAVE ME!!!...the fear goes on and on as it sends you into tunnel vision. It assures that you will remain in a matrix of lies that keeps billions looking to others instead of looking to the skies. I don't know about you, but I don't want to merely work for a living, I want to LIVE for a living. Instead of living lives of passion, many spend their lives working for the MAN and conforming as someone they are not, a lesser version of the greatness that God created. This is the world we live in, The American Dream extends farther than the Roman Empire, dominating the media and brainwashing the vulnerable. I don't want to come across as someone who insanely drowns themselves in conspiracy theories but the assembly line of bullshit is too glaring to go unnoticed. Fuck theories, this is factual information. Mere observation is only required.

The Pursuit of Happiness

Look at yourself, what are you working toward? Security for the golden years I presume. But why can't today's years be the golden years? Why wait for weekends, vacation time or old age to be so-called happy? Why not live in the NOW? Why do we settle for societal norms? Why not create a new society, especially since most of us are unhappy in this matrix. If you stand up against the way things are, watch how quickly you will be demonized. You'll be called "Crazy" We must stop materialism which contributes to the wide gap of the rich and poor, no middle class in between. We must stop the notion that there are classes, we must reevaluate each other, and see everyone as equal. Why do we have so many homeless in America? A nation that constantly bails out mega corporations with CEO's who profit in the billions while hiring the few. If we are hired, how are we told to spend our earnings? Do you splurge on NEEDS or WANTS? Why do we have third world nations instead of one world, unified and prosperous? It can happen, just a little change; change which Obama will never deliver but something the people can deliver. No government can do it, but we can. RETHINK the world instead of living in it complacent. Capitalism bleeds, yet we keep planting its seeds.


Instead of dressing comfortably with originality we spend top dollar to wear the same designer every one else rocks, and we don't even care about how it was made. We don't even care that the people who made it, will die having been unable to ever purchase the kind of clothes they made for chump change their entire lives. Look, this is not meant to be preachy, but it is meant to make you feel uncomfortable. It is time that someone told you the truth rather than fluff your imaginary pillows. Let me let you in on a secret. A truth that many of the so-called successful people of the world are aware of. EVERYTHING AROUND YOU IS ORCHESTRATED and nothing that you see is real. Your senses have fooled you ever since you were pulled out of the vagina. What is real is emotion; and with enough positive emotion, we can drown out that orchestra and create a new reality that plays beautiful music that doesn't cost a thing. What's real is the places in your dreams at night, your personality and your thoughts. What you think, creates your reality. (See Law of Attraction)

But as of late, reality has been manipulated by the "orchestra" and the rest of humanity's thoughts have been influenced by their music, thus painting the rather unimpressive portrait that is the reality of society. The orchestra doesn't want you to know what is real. (See Bilderberg Group) What is real is love. Love is what will endure you, love is what will be your legacy if you dared to express it at all. Love is eternity. Love is formless, invisible to the naked eye and this a good thing. Because everything that can be seen, lies. You can never feel or look like a million bucks, but you can feel and act like compassion. If the worlds currency was love, and everyone worked hard to achieve love on payday, hugs were exchanged instead of dirty money, if everyone gave out love to receive love, then just imagine how beautiful, peaceful, simple, true this world would be, instead of constantly at war over dirty money currency. We are spiritual Beings in a temporary physical existence that isn't even real in the grand scheme of things. So why spend your life chasing pretty things and pretty people? Spend it growing the spirit that you are, spend it expressing the spirit that you are, spend it LOVING your spirit and the spirits around you and spend your life immersed in PASSION.

The Orchestra

Because when your physical lie dies, what will be left for eternity is the Being that is you. Are you prepared to deal with yourself? On the earth plane, you've spent a lot of time believing that what the mirror reflects, what decorates you, who employs you is who you are. But when this charade is all over, the distractions will cease and you will soon realize that your earthly existence was an identity crisis. Some of us are ahead of the rest, recognizing who you really are is the first step to enlightenment. Keep in mind, that who you are is more than the human brain can comprehend, because we all are infinite beings in an infinite existence. Yet with all this infinity, we get a short period of time to experience this human realm, so while you are in it, focus on the vibrations of who you are. Express yourself, but don't limit it to hipster hairstyles and limited edition shoe wear, dominate that expression with the originality of soul. If people FEEL you, rather than SEE you as you enter a room, then you have mastered self expression. If people only ask you, "where did you get those shoes?" Then you have a lot of work ahead of you. Their first impression should be YOU. Devalue the pretty things. Become yourself.

Pound Puppies: More than Nostalgia

                                                                     Above: Spot Puppy

As a child of the 80s, I enjoyed the simple pleasures of childhood imagination that kids today are deprived of. Before X Box and electronic baby dolls who actually urinate and talk to you, there were Pound Puppies. Growing up, My sister and I weren't allowed to have a dog. Our father was terrified of dogs as a result of a violent childhood altercation with a belligerent pit bull; but if you asked him, he was allergic to dogs. Our substitute was an endless supply of cuddly, lovable, pocket-sized stuffed animals called Pound Puppies. They were all the rave of the 80s and they even became a Cartoon, though short lived of only two years. Their marketing by the Tonka company, was irresistible, as the commercials would beg you to please help the Pound Puppies who need a home, they are abandoned and all they want is love. The little stuffed animals were more than cotton filled toys, they had personalities and adoption certificates that almost made you feel like you made a difference in the world similar to adopting a malnourished baby from Cambodia. I named all of my Pound Puppies and each had a unique personality; for instance, "Pouchie" was palm-sized, brown with freckles and long floppy brown ears, quiet but witty. Unfortunately, Pouchie was lost during a family vacation to Toronto/Niagra Falls and I mourned his disappearance for YEARS. Another, "Spot Puppy", was Grouchy. None of the other puppies would dare talk back to him or dare question his authority, he was a stern dalmation who made me feel like I could rule everyone around me, when in actuality, I was a scared little boy, afraid of my own shadow; shy, with a stuttering problem. "Britney" was a gray female puppy with luxuriously long brown ears and seductive eyes. She was the Carmen Jones of the group, she could stop any dog in his tracks with one flip of her left ear. She was my gossip partner. Now, don't think it was all about puppies, oh no, there were Pound Purries as well. Pound Purries were cats of course, just as cute as the puppies, well I only had one, an orange cat whose name was simply Pound Purry because there were no other cats, she was attractive, reserved and very cunning. You see, with my Pound Puppies, I always felt like I had friends, and they had something in common with me that I was told by my parents to never reveal to the outside world.  Pound Puppies were more than just play toys for me, they were my best friends, my pillows at night, my entourage, my security blankets, my imagination, my creativity, my outlet of expression and my reflections of inner pain. You see, the biggest revelation from my parents occurred with my Pound Puppies...

You see Pound Puppies would come to you with an adoption certificate that you would receive and the Pound Puppy would finally have a home and be elated to be with you. You would give the Pound Puppy the love that they never had while sitting on a shelf (at the pound) A puppet show of sorts was performed for me by my parents who were preachers and teachers by day and horrible actors at home. The puppet show revealed that just like these Pound Puppies who needed a home, I once needed a home as well. I had finally been rescued like my dear sad Pound Puppies. It occurred to my young mind that these puppies were the only ones who understood my identity issues, many of the Pound Puppies, like me, were ripped away from their biological siblings. My Pound Puppies would call each other sisters and brothers but they were clearly of different breeds and they always asked me questions about their biological family. I felt horrible that I had no information for them and would ask my parents about where the puppies came from, and Toys R Us wasn't enough for me, oh no, I needed to know where the mommy and daddy dogs were! And this continued throughout my childhood and into adolescence, somehow the Pound Puppies never left my side as I became a teenager and even as an adult. They remained as my pocket-sized secrets, my best friends who went through the same struggles as I, because they represented a lot more than child's play, they were a nostalgia of a deeper kind, a reminder that I had found a home and it doesn't matter where the mommy or daddy dogs are, all the matters is that new parents have been found and love abounds. Pound Puppies, manufactured by Tonka, have since stopped production in the 90s, but I hope to soon be able to bring them back, I don't know how since my letters go unanswered, but I believe that today's kids need to feel the love that I felt with my Pound Puppies. Simple imagination, companionship and creativity spring alive with these stuffed animals, just like Barbie did for young girls. My remaining Pound Puppies still keep me warm at night, they are old; Spot Puppy is still grouchy, and Britney is like a Sophia Loren of Pound Puppies, elderly but a stone fox! I will never let go of the 80s and early 90s, I will never relinquish my childish imagination. I was happiest in the days of Oscar the Grouch, Fraggilrock, Pippy Longstocking Adventures and Punky Brewster, so I will never let go of the innocence of Pound Puppies and everything they represent. Adulthood is overrated, often times uninspired and down right terrifying. So why not crawl backwards in time, reach into that dusty box and take out your freedom. Embrace your childhood imagination. I know you remember the characters you created back then; the world seemed infinite in those days and life was a joyous adventure where new and exciting things were always around the corner. 

LOOK AT ME! As I'm Antisocially Networked

Who have we become in this digital age? Instead of getting caught up in the rapture of love we have been caught up in the rapture of the matrix. The internet is statistically now the first place people look for dating partners and friends. The internet no longer hides behind a massive computer screen, it's become who we are. It's all around us, it comes to work with us and for some of us, IT IS WORK. It is our entire social life and instead of scrap books, why not put everything on Facebook?! Facebook brings the WORST out of most people and usually it's in the form of narcissism. Facebook, among other social SELF GLORIFICATION sites, has provided people with an accepted God Complex. Yes, it's true, everyone wants to feel special, everyone wants to be heard...and with social networking and the ability to broadcast oneself GLOBALLY with instant feedback from strangers, people now feel like celebrities basking in the glory of groupies. "Yes, "LIKE" my photo, look at me, I'm shirtless! Don't you love my muscles and how the baby oil makes the light hit the creases of my six pack? Share my photo, Retweet my genius. Read my Tweet, aren't I funny?! I may be a Secretary but man, I can really come up with a witty tweet." We want the audience, we want the praise and we want the illusion that people like us. "WOW! I'm famous! My video reached a thousand views! My life is complete!" Lets face it, we could use the ego reinforcement; back in grade school, we were staring out of the window in the school bus, way in the back, afraid to talk to the person next to us because we stuttered. (At least I did) Some of us were even afraid to go to school period. Because at 11:25, we would be bullied, called a faggot or may be a few ignorant boys would chant, "BEEP-BEEP! WIDE LOAD" behind us as we lumbered down the hall, we were a bit over weight and now we look a lot better, skinnier and of course we have 2,000 photos to prove it. Unfortunately for your kid, the modern grade school bully can continue that bullying after school, and do it anonymously online. Hence the increasing suicide rates of teenagers, especially among gays. But I won't go there, this isn't meant to be a dark, gritty post intended to conjure up tears of sympathy or even guilt, I just wonder if this new second reality called the internet is steering humanity in the right direction. I love social networking, I'm online everyday, so I am not preaching or judging, But what gets under my skin, is the arrogance of cyber space. The "LOOK AT ME" mentality of the profiles that lack personality. Stop telling "commercially attractive" people that they are the best thing since Marilyn and Joe. Commercially attractive, what's that you say? They look like the people you see on THE YOUNG THE RESTLESS, Abercrombie and Fitch posters or the people who get in free and fast at trendy Miami night clubs. (If you've clubbed in Miami, you know what I'm talking about) They tend to be arrogant. You wonder why they're arrogant? Well you keep "Liking" their photos, trolling their Facebook pages, leaving them DM's on Twitter. Certain people have heard ENOUGH compliments so leave them to their mirrors and exalt THINKERS. You know the thinkers, the ones with the philosophical statuses and the blogs about what the internet is doing to society. (See, I'm self glorifying, just as guilty) However, Self glorification through a bombardment of SHIRTLESS or bikini in bathroom mirror photos is rather pathetic considering Facebook isn't a modeling agency and there are no paychecks coming your way. The groupies that comment like drooling, panting dogs in heat will post similar photos the next day to compete. Self absorbed is the new promotional strategy for anyone with a web browser these days. It's only getting worse, but the thing is, we aren't self absorbed, we just want people to give us a reason to start. Because as of now, we are insecure. Oh no, it's been two hours and I haven't posted a status, someone else is going to be WITTY on Twitter, someone else will have a longer thread response on Facebook. I HAVE TO BE FACEBOOK KING! I HAVE TO BE TWITTER QUEEN! But you're never crowned, because the fact is, no one cares about you. They may LIKE a photo, comment a status, answer a Direct Message or Follow you, but they did the same thing to 5,000 other people. And tomorrow, that number will triple. We are over 30 and have regressed back to high school, desperately trying to be popular... **IRRESPONSIBLY!**Everyone has to know what color underwear we are wearing today, what supermarket overcharged us for an apple and what boyfriend is about to make you change your relationship status. As the 90s/post 2000 baby generation matures in a world where all they know is computer lingo, reading books will be even less desirable. Instead of reading books, we read statuses or MEDIATAKEOUT.COM. Oprah is off the air and so is her book club. But what about friendship? Does that mean anything anymore? NO. Socially, we will be lost. Especially if we can define a friend as someone who shows their appreciation with a few mouse clicks. Is society headed for social disaster? With the public determining what news is with all the eye reporters, news feeds instead of news organizations, Kim Kardashian ass analysis rather than poverty analysis, what becomes worthy of news? If a nuclear bomb is made and everyone's on Twitter, will anyone hear it? NO. Who are you? That's the question. Are you an infinity of statuses? A collage of twit pics? Is your worth measured in LIKES? Let's face it, we are all addicted to social networking, addicted to the thrill of finally feeling popular, but look around you, there's no one there. Just you and your phone, all alone. I think it's time we get offline, smell the roses and stare into each others eyes; pupils, cornea and all! The world is so much bigger than a Craigslist personals section. If you want everyone to FOLLOW you, you better know where you are headed. There's no point in following the lost and there's no point in being a leader if you have nothing to say. There are a few souls left in the world, there's a couple of them online as well; the rest are being swallowed up by the matrix, several thousand a day, posting away, giving their identity away. Look, it makes sense, the internet is LIBERATING, we can be anyone we want to be, anonymous here, glorified there, but many of us seem to be having an identity crisis. Which personality is really you? The offline or the online? Which website best represents you? The Book or the Tube? Remember that thing called the Telephone? You've seen the Gaga video. Well originally, it was a device invented for people to have conversations on, they spoke in complete sentences and would talk to each other fairly often. What you have in your hand is a Cell Phone, I know you don't talk on it, why would you? When you can text, comment, LIKE, poke and tweet? How could you ever feel lonely? How could you ever feel like no one is listening when you have 2,000 friends? Oh that's right, your phone isn't ringing and neither is your door bell. It's ok, just pretend that you are popular, keep as many websites and apps as possible, because eventually, you'll be numb and it won't even feel like you are alone. With all the updates, you won't even realize there's a war outside of your window. No not the Twitter war silly, the nuclear bomb that just went off across the ocean. You missed it because Kanye was tweeting about his new watch. A few people died but they didn't matter, they weren't on Twitter and they tried to warn you about the alien spaceship above your capital building, but you didn't hear them either because they didn't say it on Twitter. No, if something isn't said on Twitter, it's not important. I know it's the digital age and many of you have the attention span of Bart Simpson so I'll get to my conclusion now. I'll end with a challenge: Use your internet wits in real life. Try to impress people in public, throw a party, invite a few Facebook friends and Followers if you dare, be as witty, charming and profound as you might be online. Instead of telling people to add you on Facebook, tell them to come to your next party, and at the next party, invite them on your group trip to the mountains, if they are still around for the mountains, you may have actually found REAL FRIENDS. Then give them your phone number and BEHOLD the beauty of a phone conversation! WARNING: The person will not interrupt you to tell you that they LIKE what you just said, continue talking.

Take me to Love

Take me away from the mindless

Take me away from the heartless

Take me to soulful

Caught up in it

and out of control

Take me to Love.

Take me away from the mundane

Take me way from the indifference

Take me to theme parks

High up in the air like roller coasters

Take me to Love

Take me away from the profanity

Take me away from the vanity

Take me to ugly

Waking up with you

You see beyond the scruffiness

Take me to love

Beat red

Blushing and out of my head

Laughing with no jokes

Telepathically comical

Take me to love

Undress my loneliness

Dress me up in fulfillment

I've arrived on our island of Love.

You've brought me here

Didn't expect it,

You've taken me to love.

EGOTISTICAL BITCHES: Formulaic & Entertaining in "Apprentice"

Sunday night's 3 hour Celebrity Apprentice special made love to a stale pile of Meatloaf. I'll get to that fat cry baby later. What Trump should have done was glorify the egotistical bitches, a component that put his shows on the map in the first place. **Omarosa circa 2004 & 2008** One of this seasons egotistical bitches, Star Jones, may have gastric bypassed her 300 pounds away, but now carries 1000 pounds of attitude. She may be over compensating for a career in the toilet. Even with all that attitude, playing the "sexist" card and reminding everyone that she is an accomplished lawyer, her ass still got fired...AGAIN! **The View circa 2006** (Latoya Jackson was fired twice in a matter of a week) I think it's safe to say, that Star is a star for being fired. Absent of egotistical bitches, what's the incentive to watch? The Star Jones nemesis, Nene Leakes (The worst kind of egotistical bitch: an uneducated one) quit because she felt Trump favored Star. Nene wasn't on the show for her charity anyway, she's a reality "star" trying to rise. The punch line of the show, NBC used Nene's ghetto fab, angry black woman persona to sell the show. It worked. Nene caught on to how she was being portrayed and decided to step away from her own typecasting; but the damage...done. The Atlanta Hoodrat, I mean housewife, was in over her head. Her next stop: The Bad Girls Club. She can mud wrestle with Tanisha. The wrath of Nene was getting tired & I hate to see two black women fight on national television. Trump clearly favored Star and so did I. Televison execs love an angry Black woman but Star wanted to make sure her credentials outshone her persona. Instead people just "view" her as an egotistical black woman with a few degrees/similar to Omarosa Nene's only credentials was a stripper pole and rich husband whose now broke. Sorry Nene, You're fired! And your plastic surgeon should be as well! The smart thing for Nene to have done was to say she quit because of Trump's radical views on Obama, but lets face it, Nene probably doesn't even watch the news unless she's a topic on it. Her head is too far up her liposuctioned ass to know what Trump said about Obama. Didn't bother me to see her go, Latoya wasn't going to go far anyway....but Star.. Her arguments were captivating: "YOU DON'T HAVE THE CREDENTIALS TO ARGUE WITH ME!" Shouted Counselor Jones to smelly, emotional rock star Meatloaf. After crying about Painted Turtle kids for two hours, the stale loaf of meat conjured up his grouchy old man alter ego & yelled at Star outside of the boardroom. I have to admit, Star was in charge of branding for the OnStar commercial challenge, kinda made sense for her to go, but the woman pulls in ratings. Her arguments should win Emmy's. Marlee was overlooked by Trump being that she's deaf and happy go lucky. The project manager didn't delegate and let Meatloaf stink up her entire operation. She's adorable but she should have been chopped. Now there will be more no arguments. I can't imagine Meatloaf arguing with Marlee, (her ballroom queen interpreter may be) John Rich is the clear prospective winner of Celebrity Apprentice having won a record breaking amount for St. Jude. As for Star, I have a feeling she's about to become a Supernova. And Nene, I have a feeling Star will be asking her, "Now where's Andy Cohen?!" Is it a negative that the press isn't discussing John Rich's record breaking fundraising for St. Jude? Should the hype be about the charity rather than angry cat fighting Black women? Is NBC and/or Trump exploiting negative stereotypes about Black women for ratings? I can say yes the focus should be more on the charities, I love that aspect of the show and it gives me an excuse not to boycott it. I can't say Black women are being exploited considering the fact that it is reality. These women choose to represent themselves this way, ask Omarosa and she'll tell you they edited a BITCH into her vocal chords. Sure there have been outlandish fights on The Apprentice franchise between non-blacks and men, but the Black women get the most press while Trump smokes a cigar and counts his dead presidents. After all, didn't Omarosa co-produce a television series ALONG SIDE Donald Trump on TV ONE? Right Omarosa. Lets face it, the Black woman brings something to the table no other woman can to television: RATINGS. Whether it's educated or uneducated attitude, the Black woman's swagger and "I'm not having it" persona will bring in the Nielson's every time. But they will always get FIRED in the end.