My grandmother has always had the softest hands I’ve ever felt. Whether she was using them to grow things in her small garden or flicking cards out in a mean spade game the texture remained the same. As children we only heard tales of how old grandma was. These tales may have been true…
Won’t ever apologize for being who or how I have become. However how I feel when I am perceived by others as something I’m not amuses me. The few I loosely call friends mean something to me although friends of theirs will never know me the same way. This whole concept of having friends…
Are finger waves back? It’s come to my attention that quite a few non-mentionable women are sporting this helmet headed 90’s style frequently. I myself adorned this “do” in the early years of high school. I understand there’s nothing new under the sun but not everything is meant to come back as a trend.…
In the light of current events this subject appeared sort of on accident. The coincidence of timing is impeccable. Since I have been in New York I have slowly learned that there are different kinds of “black people”. Bad enough I have chosen to be thrown into the world’s melting pot, worse than that…
Its officially Spring time so let the madness begin. We’ve all heard that dogs start to sniff around in spring in hopes of finding fresher “treats”; this is all too true here in New York City. In contrast to any other atmosphere, from what I’ve seen the only difference is the pedigree of the…
He walks my way Unsuspecting of him I am waiting for that flash of brown to meet mine. I can’t breathe so I divert my glare from all of which I wish to contain, I can’t stand the disconnection. He doesn’t know I wish to contain his stare and tell stories of unlived colors…
So I started salsa/meringue this week and I am utterly horrible at it. I mean to the point of embarrassment, after two classes I have found a reason to blame it on (besides mild retardation), I think the reason I have such an issue with the steps is that I have opted (as a…
Frequently in this column I have blasted guys for the lack ambition, sensitivity and plain old common sense. Maybe it’s unfair to group them all together as a whole but the majority speak for the sex. I say this very sure that it is strictly my own opinion and because mine are very harsh.…
So anyone who knows me knows, I’m an admitted active dater. Sometimes I force myself to go for the experiences and sometimes because there’s a possibility that it’s a guy I could be intrigued by and want to know more about. Don’t be fooled though girls – on the smallest occasion I simply go…
If I look at it as a whole what am I accomplishing? White strides and black bounds exist, am I overcoming them and what have a learned in my overpopulated colorful world? Living here for 5 months may have taught me more than I care to mention, or perhaps it just has reiterated what…
As I sit and ponder, as usual, I wonder about the meaning of it all. “All” meaning – why care about the things I do. Like the gym, my career and the point of a relationship. For as long as I can remember life has been based on a few key points to me.…
My blood red fingertips, rosed cheeks and bare lips spy an object of attraction that all would like to feel. It’s a rare occurrence to spark temporary interest to a being that is unmovable. Warm is the feeling that is trapped somewhere in between liking and lusting, crushing is the feeling. I will wait…
I want a love that they’ll talk about in 3000. I can’t even imagine having a feeling so genuine. A feeling for an idea so huge it overcomes all sense and mind states. Besides believing and having the utmost faith in a higher being there can’t be anything even near close. I don’t know…
Almost every guy I’ve dated while in New York has had trust issues with past girlfriends. For that matter I can recall 1 or 2 in Pittsburgh with the same issues. Each guys issue is unique in its own situation. But the idea each guy shares is the effect it has on the “survivor”…
I woke up in a haze this morning not figuratively like when it stings to stretch my lids apart but literally … At 5AM fog hung in the air inside my room and hugged my body like a cold sweat. Could this be a sign of the day that is to come or has…
I’m lost in signs and signals. Subliminal if you will… I’m known for looking too much into a surface situation, but only known to myself. Lately I’ve been detecting things incorrectly. Could it be my intuition is off? Or that this new strange place requires a whole new set of vitals? People never act…
I feel him feeling me He sits across the room but I can feel his stare I tilt my head just so, acknowledging his glare He walks toward me and calmly takes a chair He’s so close, I still sit unknowingly without a care I didn’t notice the friction, the lust within the air…