fave on (the sequel)

fave on music Thank GOD for XM Radio Channel 61, The Flow. It is because of them that I don't have to hear the highly rotated trash on conventional radio. It is well worth the 9.95 (soon 2 be 12.95...dayum!) per month to listen to the likes of Anthony David, Goapele and Eric Cire 24/7 - whether I'm driving to the gym or to another state. Because I'm not in the mainstream, inhaling the raw sewage aka manufactured music, I'm happy with the state of music. There are a number of cats out there who are still paying hommage to real soulful music: Raheem DeVaughn, Jaquar Wright, India, Eryka, et al. The other station that gets mad airplay in my ride is XM Radio Channel 65, The Rhyme. We got the likes of Mos Def, Talib and Common keeping hip hop alive...but remember when cats like them were the norm instead of the exception??? I can listen to Whodini's "One Luv" then switch it to Souls of Mischief "'93 til Infinity" and after that, ride into "Fight the Power" by P.E. It's like I get high off the music and it somehow injects some audible endorphin into my soul, using my ears as the conduit. Thanks goes out to Run DMC, Rakim, Grandmaster Flash, Kwame, MC Lyte, Latifah, et al. fave on sex Why is it, when I tell someone my birthday, they immediately ascertain my astrological sign (e.g., Scorpio) and automatically classify me as some chandelier-swinging, butt-plug toting, leather whip-carrying, porno collection-having, freak? Let me be the first to say this: I do NOT have a butt blug. As for the other stuff, well I was young...what can I say? (lol) I hate the way we, as a society, have desensitized our culture with overdoing the whole sexuality concept; particularly how we objectify our women (i.e., black women). I remember when a nice fitting skirt, accentuating some calf muscle definition and an apple bottom, was enough to spark imagination. Nowadays, I can see draws (or lack thereof), muffin-breasts (the kind that rise out the shirt) and high-heel sneakers (let me find the idiot who invented those, I'll kill 'em!) on any given street corner, grocery store or church. It's all about knocking out some ass and, once upon a time, I was just as guilty of playing the same game(s). Now that I've decided to use the wisdom GOD gave me a long time ago, I understand that sex is more than how many times you climax or if you can walk to work the next day. It's more than honey drippings, rose pedals, hot oil massages, diapers and baby chickens (okay, I'm telling on myself). Until you have experienced a true, mental connection and an emotional bond- you are just phucking like any other animal. Hopefully, you might even get to experience sex with a lifetime committed spouse. Although I've never had that experience, I'm assuming that it would be the bomb because that's how GOD designed it in the first place. Anything originally designed and executed by GOD has got to be the ultimate. fave on love Because love is vastly different from sex. When I think of love, I think of quotes that have stayed with me over the years: "Love is a four letter word, like f**k and sh*t" - Eddie Griffin "Love is alibi, a motive, an excuse to have sex." -Duane Martin "Love is a mutual agreement between two emotional fools." -Barry Ousley "Love is biochemically the same as consuming large amounts of chocolate." -Al Pacino "Love is of God; and everyone that love is born of GOD, and knoweth God." -I John 4:7 The funny thing is, I can accept all these doctrines. Sometimes, all in the same hour (lol). fave on aromatherapy as a function of regulating totalitarialism in private urban society In other words, you must smell good to hang @ my crib. I just couldn't end this post on a serious note. Until next time, remember that the integral of a cosecant square of X, times the derivative of X is equal to the negative cotangent of X, plus a constant...