Interracial Dating...I Don't Have A Problem With It

My dating life as an adult is like a mad long jail record. Not saying that I just get down with anybody, because that's what I don't do!. But I have come to the realization that...I have been more of an experiment to most women that I have dated, (rather than a boyfriend or whatever have you). I did have a few long lasting relationships in the past. One woman who was so good to me, but so bad for me at the same time. I basically fucked that up in so many ways other than cheating on her. I could never do that to her. I was engaged once, but as you can see....I fucked that up as well. And after all these years of getting pissed off at women. The nights of me screaming M.O.B inside my mind. Or the replay of Junior Mafia's "Get Money"...my ugly black ass ends up with the most beautiful little girl that I've ever seen! My daughter.

From the time I can remember, the only women that I heard telling me I was handsome was my mama. At school I was called "The Black Lagoon", "Tar Baby", "Blackie", and some other choice names that come to mind. My 2nd grade class at Willow Brook Elementary in Midwest City...was this young girl named Renee that pretty much all the little black boys had a crush on. I was her secret boyfriend. She use to send a friend of hers to tell me to meet by the big tire. That was where we could hold hands, and kiss without her reputation being ruined. Later in the 4th grade I told some friends on my little league baseball team that I use to be her boyfriend. My close friend at the time Maurice asked her if it was true even though I told him not to tell. Her reply..."EWWWWW HELL NAW I WOULD NEVER BE WITH SOMEONE THAT BLACK!". And my teammates just laughed at me!

No matter how many times I went home and cried to my mama, all she would say is "You are very handsome", "Your skin is beautiful", or "You have a pretty smile". Then I would piss her off in some type of way and became "You sorry black ass muthafuckah". 

From that time until the 8th grade I just learned to be by myself. I could count on one finger how many girlfriends I had in that time span. The number of rejections however...couldn't keep up with that number. It wasn't until i moved to Texas that I became somewhat popular with the ladies. I still got clowned on but it was different from the slander in Oklahoma City. As a matter of fact, I believe the "black" state motto of Oklahoma is "If you aint bright, or light....then nigga what in the hell are you doing here?!!!".

Anyway...back to the 8th grade. Central Junior High Warr Acres, Oklahoma. I was a transfer student from Hefner Junior High. I developed a system that consist of me putting my hands on the first, second, third and after person who would tell me how black I am. Just something that developed over the years. I knew I had no chance at the women, so why bother? Around that time brothers either joined a gang, or had a white girlfriend, or both. I didn't need to be in a gang. I was already knocking niggas out so...why? But that school gave me a little leeway with the girls....WHITE GIRLS!!! After all those years of black girls teasing me about my skin color, white girls started taking interest. I even had a few choices! Finally someone other than my mama was telling me how handsome I was! A white girl!

Now it seems that everyone has dated outside of their race. Really....black women don't even date us anymore. Nope...she get's that pack of Indian hair and get's out there on a mission to find a white man. I once dated a Native American, and black women would give her fucked up looks. I had to tell her that if I was single I promise you none of those ladies would even give me the time of day. It's like having something in front of you that you mark as ugly. As soon as someone else takes interest in that something then you want it back. Still the same ugly something, but now that it's being enjoyed by others it's wrong?

Interracial dating does not bother me at all. I don't think it's ment for you to dictate what God puts in front of you. Love is a beautiful thing. It's clear...colorless. So why bother yourself with what others think? I will say this. I do believe a lot of black women are dating white men for the wrong reasons. Not all...but most. You want a man to take care of you, or a man that already has what you don't want to take the time and work for. Like...you steady screaming you want a Professional man, but you work at a call center. And white women...black men are not "My First Black Man" experiments. You do not study us! I get up everyday and get after it like any man should. And fat white women...just because you are a "BBW" doesn't mean brothers are your only option. You allowed yourself to become out of shape so now your dating profile reads "Black men only"? Stop it!

There is a lot to be discussed when it comes to this topic. If you love each other, and are happy...well that's all that should matter. I don't even think the elderly should have much to say about it. One thing I will say...I love women. If I am attracted to you, and conversation leads me into wanting to know more about you...Im not going to stop and say wait...you're not black.

#interracialdatingiscoolwithme #lovetheoneyourwith #imjusttrynnahelpyopunkass

 

Them Some Good People - Holiday Edition

Hello all you #backthoughtdaily readers! Today I want to shed light on a few friends of mine who are really good people. People that I think you should get familiar with. Being that we have a few days before Christmas (which I personally don't get into but...it's for the children), you might find this post very helpful. I think each month I am going to introduce to you three friends of mine. Maybe you all can shake hands and do some business together....who knows! If you are looking for a unique gift for your loved ones this holiday season, this post might just end your search...

Naiima Lovechild of lotusrootscreations 

I have known Naiima Lovechild for many of years now. She is a very free spirited woman, songstress, artist, and a great mother. A few years back she would crochet head gear that was stylish and comforting. A few stores in the DFW area use to carry her product. The beautiful Angie Stone rocked one of her head pieces in the video "Wish I Didn't Miss You Anymore". Never lacking on her talent, today she creates "Wearable Bohemian & Zen Centric Art". She has some very beautiful pieces on her etsy page (please visit links above her picture). To all the fellas I know...if you want to get a unique gift for the special women in your life then you need to check her out! Doesn't cost anything to look!

Vernon Deas of Group Fly Clothing LLC

 

This guy right here...a fellow Oklahoman, and good brother! I met Vernon through Hip-Hop artist Jabee (Everything Was Beautiful And Nothing Hurt available on itunes now!). From day one this very humble brother showed me nothing but love. When I first learned of his clothing line I had to break bread with the brother and get a few tees. (By the way Vern...bring back that "Worthy Knows" tee, one time for ya boy!). Just within the last year his business has grown so much. He even has a flagship store! "The Hanger" located at 1116 N. Walker OKC, OK 73103 (405)-510-3637. Kevin Durant, James Harden, and various hip-hop artist have been spotted rocking fresh Grp Fly gear. He has something for all young and old. Hats, tees, you name it! Please check him out at the links above the picture.

Mike Danielson  of  Heb Printing

This is my brother from another mother! We come from a band of brothers know as the D.D.C (Dirty Dialect Click). We all stay in touch with each other, and meet up to crack jokes and clown from time to time. My brother "Payday" (as we call him), co-operates a printing company right here in the North Dallas area. If your office, or small business needs prints...this is the man to see! Heb printing is located at 13548 Method St. Dallas, Texas 75243 (972)-234-0347. Also...over the years Payday has become very devoted to his family and church. To reflect his change he founded his own magazine titled Tha Message Magazine. A very positive publication that I'm sure your family will enjoy reading.

Please show these folks some love! I am just trying to get some hand shakes going on here, ya'll never mind me. If you would like for me to shed some light on your talent, or business please feel free to hit me up!

#themsomegoodpeople #getupgetoutandgetsomething #imjusttrynnahelpyopunkass

I'M GOING TO WORK!!! WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING???

My mother and father didn't have the best of relationship...marriage. However, they managed to stay together up until I was eleven years old. One thing I can tell you about my parents, they were both very hard workers. My father once held 3 jobs down with ease! My brothers and I use to try and stay up late so that we can watch him walk in the door when returning home. Sometimes we made it....others...we tapped out! When my mother and father finally broke it off, my mom went into over drive! It was like she was the goto person when someone needed her to work extra hours or cover a shift. We grew up with little, but thanks to my parents....never without!

Wanting my own money growing up...I did the "cutting yards" thing. When my mother moved us into an apartment complex on the West side of Oklahoma City, I remember going to the stores in the neighborhood asking for work. Finally, a very nice man let me clean his auto parts store at the end of the night for a few dollars three times a week. I believe today that auto parts store is now a Papa John's Pizza located on the corner of Northwest Expressway and Macarthur. I wasn't even at the legal age to work, but that is what i wanted to do! I wanted to get money! I knew no other way of getting it other than working for it. Not to say that I have never partaken in the exchange of contraband for cash. But if you know me, or even know of me, the first thing that will pop into your head is, "That man will work no matter what!".

To this day I am known for working fifty'leven jobs! It's like I set a financial goal for myself, figure out what it's going to take for me to do what it is I am planning, and I get to it bee! Nobody out there is going to hand you a damn thing! You either work for it, or you hoe yourself out...PERIOD! A lot of you muthafuckahs are doing a lot of hoe'n right now. Especially during the holiday season! Let me give you a few examples...

1. You, (male/female) have no job, but you have children. Christmas time is here so what do you do? Get you a hard working "boothang", (who you probably would have never talked to in the first place), and plot on that man/woman check to get your kids gifts. Ya bitch you!!!
2. You, (male/female) are an able body person. But you are too lazy to get your ass up at a decent hour and go to work. No....you rather sleep all day! Wake up in the afternoon, drink beer, smoke blunts, and play xbox or playstation games at your mamas house running up her GOT DAMN light bill!
3. You (male/female) have been on unemployment for a looooooonnnnnggggg time. Somehow, you have figured out a way to keep getting extensions. Jobs call you but....that's not the type of work your dry ass is looking for!

I can not stand...nor fuck with a muthafuckah who has no sense of keeping a job! You got a hustle? Then I suggest you get on it! I am not the one to give over any of my hard earned money to your trifflin' ass! I tell females all the time...if your name is not Latasha (my daughter), you can't get shit from me. Period!!! I am out here everyday working for what it is I want, not hoe'n myself out. So why should I become a trick in the mist of all that?

If you are a hard working male or female, stop dealing with those who have no employment. I know of females who have been with said type man for years. Dude hasn't filed a tax return since I don't know when. But you're still dealing with him. You take your ass to work, why shouldn't he? But when a real man approaches you, oh you miss independent now huh? Fuck outta here!!!!  ***And on another note...what is the deal with females who say "You work too much". Really homegirl??? Cause If I didn't have a job I'd be all kind of sorry muthafuckahs!***

Fellas stop dealing with the ladies that don't want to work. Pussy is not all that great bro! While you are at work, or on your grind, she's at home plotting on how to spend your damn money. But when they money goes....she's on to the next one....on to the next one!

Shout out to the Ese's who get up in the morning posting up at the store waiting for someone to offer them some employment. That is more than I can say for some of you sorry dry ass individuals I've come across in recent years. Shout out to the people who pick up random jobs from craigslist just to get that doe! Shout out to the beautiful women I know that have turned their talents into a means of income for themselves! Check out my very close friend/sister's creations Naiima Lovechild - Lotus Roots Studio. Do something with your life!!!!!! Now if you'll excuse me....I have to get back the fuck to work....no job havin' ass...

#getajob #dosomethingwithyourlife #imjusttrynnahelpyopunkass

   

LIGHT SKIN VS DARK SKIN: Part 1

I want to say around the age of 13, I started living with my dad. I wanted to get out of my hometown and just start anew elsewhere. Plus...my mother and I didn't really get along during that time. When she would get upset with me she would always say things like "I'm tired of looking at your black ass!", or "Get your black ass out my face!". Everything she said to me pretty much ended with "Black Ass", that I almost thought it was my name. For the record my mother and I are cool as a fan, but if we sat and talked about this she would swear that she never called me things like that. What we choose to forget! 

Anyway...after the summer I was going to be attending Lakeview High School in Garland, Texas. Being from Oklahoma City...everyone dressed different, the slang was way over my head at first, it was just all new to me. I spent the entire summer hanging out with guys who lived around my way, so I caught on pretty fast. I remember this girl who lived a couple of doors down from me. I wont say her name, but MAAAAAANNNNN!!!! She was so fine! A true Yellow Hammer (Word to Roc D and K-Cold/Fresh Roc Productions). Light skin, with the Oaktown 357 hairstyle! She ran track so her body was BLAH-DOW-POWWW!!! When she came outside it was like time would slow down just a bit so you could notice every feature of that girl. Then her older bother would yell out "Get your ass in the house!", and all went back to being a regular ass day.

Never in a million years could I get my courage up to say something to that girl. Hell up to that point all the girls in Oklahoma City let me know that I was too black to even talk to them ,(except for this white girl I dated my whole 8th grade year).  So I had little to no confidence at that point. Then she told one of the guys I use to hang around that she wanted me to approach her. I thought it was a fucking joke! Took me a few days, but yeah....she was feeling ALL THIS CHOCOLATE over here! Shortly after connecting with her it was late night phone calls, taking the trash out just to meet her by the dumpster without her brother interfering, all that! Had a run in with her ex at the end of the summer, but all in all it was great being liked by "one of the finest girls in the hood". 

Then school started...the worst first day of my life! These two females who had lockers next to mine told me how black and ugly I was in three different languages damn near! The guys at that school sound like my mother when they would call my attention like, "Say black ass boy, let me hold a dollar!". I couldn't go one day without being called out of my name. Amongst all that....my Yellow Hammer summer fling began to act as if she didn't know me. I could not talk to her in that hallway, or make any kind of eye contact with her. After school though...when no one was around...oh I was her black teddy bear. She had no problem showing affection then! But between the hours of 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. (not including after school activities), it was a no go! About halfway through my 9th grade year I became immune to the insults. I would let things build til out of nowhere someone came a joking and my hand came a swinging!

Then I met a young lady who we will call Ms. B, who came from Virginia. I don't know what it is about women from Virginia but they have this glow surrounding them I swear. Like....the dark skin women from Virginia have this super smooth skin that just shines! Look at Tweet (Oops Oh My)! Ms. B was nothing short of that. Finally I was with someone who wasn't afraid to kiss me in public. Someone who let it be known to the school that she was with me. Oh how all them light skin niggas wanted to get with Ms. B! So I guess to show hatred that they didn't like to see us together...they would say shit like, "Ya'll better not ever have a baby, cause that baby gonna be black as hell!", or "Man what does she see in your extra black ass cause you black as-e-muthafuckah.". Hahahahahahahahahaha, whatever it was she sure didn't see it in you little boy. And the hatred my summer fling Yellow Hammer developed was GGGGGGGGGREAT!!! That following summer she got to see me and Ms. B parade around my apartment complex like a true teenage love. Calling my phone asking how are me and Ms. B are doing...bitch you see it!!! 

So I want to hear from the ladies on this one. In your younger days did you have a stigma against the darker or lighter shade of boys? And why so? I am sure we are all much older, and mature at this point. But why do we not see black for what it is? Why should skin tone depict our mates? (This applies to men as well, for I am known to date women from all shades of the sun....I crave you light skin sistas for some reason!)

#blackonblackonblack #beautifulskin #imjusttrynnahelpyopunkass

P.S. follow me on twitter @blackteedaily   

Get some culture bout ya'self!!!!

I grew up in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Really Midwest City, Oklahoma, (but it's all the same). Throughout my child hood I can remember not having a "black" radio station, or a station that related to the African American population of the state of Oklahoma for that matter. To hear the music we wanted to hear, your parents had a vast record collection. In the late hours of the night, (on weekends), your parents hosted small parties and forced you to stay in your room. Then the time came when everyone was in a drunken slumber and you finally snuck out of your room to be in the presents of grown folks.

I remember my parents bought me this plastic record player that looked like a small suite case. On the cover it had a picture of "The Fonz" from the television show "Happy Days". Man I loved that record player. My dad would never let me touch his albums, but he gave me a scratched up 45" of The Ohio Players - Fire, (Shout out to my family and friends in Columbus, Ohio). I would play that song over and over. If I didn't listen to that one 45" then I would listen to the radio. We had your pop stations, classical stations, jazz....you name it! I fell in love with music as a child just from that experience! The way we heard rap music was you either had a relative who lived on the east coast. He or she would make you a tape of the music played on the local station in there area. Or you gave the older guys on your block a few dollars that you got from cutting grass all day, to make you a mix tape. Yo! Mtv Raps! Now that show blew up the spot. I wish I could find all the VHS tapes I recorded of that show. Then BET came out with Rap City!!! As much as I love and appreciate Rap/Hip-Hop....I still had to listen to my Jazz, Classical, and other genres of music.

This morning I turned my turntable on and started listening to some albums. The first album I played...Get The Knack (My Sharona). I also played some Hubert Laws, Bob James, and Carlos Santana. I like to think that I respect my neighbors, so I wouldn't say my music was too loud. No one gave the universal "tap on the ceiling", so....I was good. I step outside of my apartment to go to the store and this oh ugly ass, hella weave having, monster said to me, "Nigga what kind of nigga listens to that shit you got playing in your apartment?". ME BITCH!!!!! I didn't ask for your comment on my choice of music! Maybe you should expand your horizons!!!! Might do you some good! Every time I step out of my apartment to go to work, you standing there with a cigarette hanging off your lip. Yelling at your kids and listening to the same shit they play on the radio every damn hour. I come back from work...you doing the same shit!!! You haven't even said hello to me when I try to be courteous towards you. But today you wanna question what type of nigga am I?!!!

I can appreciate so many things in life. It's out there for you, but you're happy with just doing the least. Your little bad ass kids have to grow up to become just like your sorry ass! Why? For you have no culture you beasty looking beeeyoootch!!!! Go to the library sometime...it's within walking distance! Listen to something other than Lil Wayne, Jeezy, or Gucci. Expand! Open your mind! And I am only going off like this because you said "What kind of nigga listens to that shit you playing in your apartment?".  Dumb ass!!!!

#expandyourhorizons #getsomecultureboutyaself #imjusttrynnahelpyopunkass    

Message to the "THICK" women out there...IT"S LEVELS TO THIS SH*T!!!

Now....Before I go off into my rant I want it to be known that I love thick women. Give me a woman with thick ass thighs, a small waste, ass, and the face of an angel over these twig bitches any day!!! It just does something to the soul to see a woman in yoga pants and that ass just clappin'!!! ***BANG BANG***!!! However....a lot of you women are stretching the word "THICK" just a little too far out!!! Some of you all are either way past the definition of thick...or a couple of burgers short! Out in public wearing printed leggings and you cant even pull them up past your ass crack....CUT IT OUT!!! The top you have on has your belly sticking out like you are 12 months pregnant...CUT IT OUT!!! But can't nobody tell you nothing though right??? Well...YOU GONE LEARN TODAY!!!!

You see...(speaking from the outside looking in), being "THICK" has it's advantages and disadvantages. "THICK" women workout, go for walks, or eat a little healthier to maintain a suitable weight for themselves. The world is not asking a "THICK" woman to become a "SKINNY" woman....no not at all! The world just want's the "THICK" woman to keep up the temple that God has blessed her with. Now "THICK" women know that they are admired. They are not afraid to take full figured photos of themselves with those sexy poses. "THICK" women can get away with wearing certain clothing items, because they have it together. Not everyone can give themselves the title of being "THICK". If you are walking around her looking like Rasputia with a bathing suit on...that is not "THICK"!!!!!

 

IT'S LEVELS TO THIS SHIT!!!!! Stop getting on dating websites talking about "I got a few extra pound", "I'm thick", or "Smaller BBW"....No you are not!!! Tell it like it is! May be someone out there who likes....all....that! And don't expect me to take it light on you either. I go up in 7-11 and you got 5 different sodas, bags of chips, and burritos on the counter like that's a suitable meal. Put down those 7-11 nacho trays!!! That's why you're looking the way you do! All I am saying is...you wanna be a "THICK" woman learn the levels! Take better care of yourself! Know your limitations! Stop wearing your little sister's outfits stretching out the fabric and shit! Brothers aint checking for that.!!! Hell...I know what I can and cannot pull off!!!! So with all that been said....get ya fitness game up ma!

#BBWmyass #Ilovethickchicks #imjusttrynnahelpyopunkass