Just My Personal Opinion, Of Course...

Debbie Doesn't Do It Anymore Suicide sat next to me on the ride back from the beach. He was the same olive-skinned  gentleman who was in the periphery when I had my orgasm... ~~~    There were two high-def video cameramen working us: one moving from face to face while the other focused on our genitals... I was reclining on my backside, thighs spread wide open. The smell of flower- scented lubricant filled the air, and hot lights burned down on my sweat-slick black skin, Blubbery and pink-skinned Myron "Big Dick" Palmer was slamming his thing into me, saying, "Oh Baby. Yeah Baby. Daddy's coming home. He's almost there, almost there," Debbie Does't Do It Anymore         Debbie Does't Do It Anymore "More Passion! Linda Love, the director yelled. She was talking to me...Luckily for me Myron's thing against a sore spot deep inside. So when Linda called for more feeling I stopped thinking about the details of...

We stopped on the sideline and I recognized the older kids that hang on the other end of our block. I let go of Ma's hand and started dribbling my ball. I knew most of them only by face. They had a car parked at half court with its trunk open, blasting a Wu-Tang Clan song I'd never heard before. I knew I liked the song when my main man Ol' Dirty Bastard started singing and beat-boxing over the beat doing his ad libs. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but it sounded funny and I liked the beat.  Osirus (album) (Photo credit: Wikipedia ) Right before the beat drops it pauses and it gets quiet and then ODB yells, "You bitch-ass nigga!" And the song starts. I started cracking up, Ol' Dirty Bastard's my favorite member in the Wu-Tang Clan...As I laughed I looked up at Ma and her forehead wrinkled like a chewed Tootsie Ross. She folded her arms across her chest...  I recognized one of the guys smoking, it was Ma's friend Miss Myra'...

"At that moment, Eve was lying naked on David’s bed,   stoned nearly to unconsciousness.   Beside her, David, equally naked and completely unconscious, snored and drooled.   By the bed, the dishes from last night’s meal were covered with a black and heaving layer of ants, feasting on the congealed fat and scraps of food.   Two tumblers were near the plates. One had tipped over and spilled the last of the whisky that had once filled it on the sheepskin rug.   The other was half-filled with urine, having been as far as David had managed to stagger when he felt the need. Damp yellowish stains in the fur around it gave testimony of the unsteadiness of his hand when he tried to aim the flow.   Their discarded clothes were scattered around the room along with those discarded on earlier occasions.   The room stank of rotting food and unwashed clothes and bodies. They’d scarcely left it for a week.  "David had returned home to Lujeri Estate from hi...

Jonathan (Photo credit: climbnh2003 ) Neglected But Undefeated: The Life of a Boy Who   Never Knew A Mother's Love By Jonathan Anthony Burkett I'm assuming that one of the boys on the cover of this book is Jonathan, plus his loving grandparents...I wonder what would have happened to Jonathan if he had never come to America... Would he ever have been abused? I don't think so, because he had love from his grandparents, his friends and relatives. Would he ever have become a Christian? I think so... But would he have become a writer? I'm not sure... One of the social issues I have never been able to make a firm decision on was abortion. My inner turmoil has always been that I would rather see it legalized then to see that unwanted child abused... I still don't have an answer for myself, especially after reading Jonathan's biography. Jonathan was a child of rape. His mother never loved him, beating him continuously, often calling him by the nam...