They say the blacker the berry......

I have a confession; I had the mean case of blogger's block this week. Between the lack of sleep, the constant stream of bullshit that is my life and the NCAA tourney, ya boy was at a loss as to what the hell I was going to write about next. Enter "NT" the world's greatest(and at times the worst) website. As I browsed through the topics being discussed I came across a disgruntled NT member, presumably of a race other than black, Asking the question; "What is it about""African American"" males that females love?"Upon reading my first response was to laugh and call him a hater, followed by asking my self why the hell he put African American in parenthesis? Despite all that, its a valid question. The majority of the inter-racial couples I see in NY are black men with whatever flavor female they choose. Much to the disgust of on looking black women. So do black men really have "something" that makes other races love us?(snickers) If not, where do people get this idea from? Let's examine the main 3 reasons.

1. The Media- The number one reason. What are the only types of black men that are shown on television? The star athlete, The Rapper, The Gang Banger, The Sex symbol actor, and most recently, The President. These people make up only a fraction of the the black male population but if you've never been exposed to black men you would think that we are all this way. What woman wouldn't want an MJ, Denzel, Jay-Z or Obama?

2.The Pipe- Sorry non-black guys, its the truth. Black pipe is the Mercedes, the Cuban Cigar of pipes. Every woman has heard about it and wants to see if the myth is true. It is, but then again I can only speak for myself.

3.Parents- "Racism still alive they just be concealin it" The more generations you go back, the more negative the opinions of blacks. That means that if a young woman is attracted to a black guy chances are they're parents or grandparents don't like us very much. You know how daughters love to piss of their parents.

Agree? Disagree? Other reasons? lets here em.

I Love You Man,

Been a few days since my last post. I tend to get a little lazy on the weekends. Well I'm back, this time with a question that stems from a story one of my best friends told me the other day. Walking around the Penn State campus last week my boy, DJ Cyn(he's single ladies) came across a particularly well dressed student. A well dressed, male, student. My boy, being the outgoing dude that he is, compliments the dude on his attire and gives him what I affectionately have dubbed; "The Bro Nod." Its consists of a slight movement of the head up or down to acknowledge another brother in the vicinity for whatever reason you see fit.The response my boy got from the guy was rather surprising to him. The guy eyed my boy with a hateful leer and a roll of the eyes. Similar to one a straight guy would give a homosexual male he suspects is hitting on him. If it wasn't clear by my advertisement to the ladies of my friend's availability let me state it for the record, my boy is 100% straight. So why would he receive such a hostile response when he was just trying to show the man some love?

Could it be that the male sex, myself included, has become so ridiculously homophobic that we can't even take a compliment from another dude? Are we that insecure about our sexuality? Are we justified for being this way given the rise in "undercover brothers" and "homo-thugs" in recent years? The problem gets worse when it comes to black men. In our never ending quest to prove how tough we our we find ourselves ridiculing the next man of the smallest hygienic activity. I can remember being extremely nervous about my boys ever finding out that I got manicures as a kid. Micheal Jordan gets manicures, Charles Barkley gets a mani and a pedi every week, Steve Harvey as well. Do we question there sexuality as well? To be honest, I see a lot of dudes in dire need of a trip to the nail salon, not that I'm looking at dude's hands or anything- there I go with the homophobic shit again.

My message to my dudes out there, who probably aren't even reading this cause reading another dude's blog is "gay," BE YOURSELF. If you know your not gay then chill out. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise because your jeans aren't baggy or hanging off your ass. Has it ever occurred to you that the tough guys with the jeans hanging off there ass could just be giving that special someone easy access to said ass? Something to think about.

Is it in you?

Another commute inspired post. As the days get warmer and the women of New York more scantily clad, I find myself asking the question; What the f#*k am I doing in school?! Its a completely valid question. At this very moment I can think of a million things I'd rather being doing. High on the list is smacking fire out of this tool behind me that is poking me with his big ass northface backpack -I can say ass can't I? Of course I can,its my blog bitches. but I digress...

Why am I in school when I could be roaming the streets with dudes who refer to themselves by one letter and stand on stoops in a hood near you? Cause I'm a King, and I take it seriously. My motivation is expectation. All my life I've been told I had something that other people lacked.The King was destined to regin,and in the process bring his peoples to the promise land as well. For anyone that's still confused as to the topic of this post-its motivation. What motivates you to keep moving when it seems so easy to just give up? Why do you keep going when you peers are dropping like flies? I won't stop until I've fulfilled and surpassed the expectations of people like my Grandfather,Mother and my 2nd grade teacher(Hey Ms.B,thanks for the frog). These people thought that I could reach greatness.They invested in my future and I will return on their investments. That's what keeps me going. The only question now is who's gonna stop me from punching this damn kid with the book bag? Ya gotta love the MTA man.

U-N-I-T-Y

"Ya gotta let him know!"
I was on the bus last night on my way home from class and I had a epiphany; Black people are the most un-unified race in the world. While our Hispanic, Asian and White brothas seem to adopt the "Us against the world "attitude, Black people have taken on a " I don't give a f*%*k about another ni$$a attitude. I'm gonna do me. As I looked around at the passengers on the bus, all of whom were black ;I saw some of the most miserable people in the world. Shouldn't we be just a little excited about being on a bus full of our people? They all looked like they couldn't stand being around this many black people in such a small space. You'd think we were on a ship in the middle passage or something. If you don't know what the middle passage is, slam your head against the nearest hard object repeatedly. I'm serious. Do it.

Why do we act like this? We share the same stories We all have the same struggle.What we need to be doing is be uplifting people and making them feel good instead for bringing each other down. A young woman should not have to clutch her purse when a group of guys walk by. My suggestion to my people? Help each other out! Guys; give up those seats on the bus to the older people and the ladies. Women, don't be afraid to compliment a guy when you think he looks good. Guys, help a woman whom you don't have intentions of sleeping with.Old heads, tell the young dudes about how cool Big Daddy Kane was, or how Adrian Dantley was a beast on the court. Do something people! We're all in this together. Its about time we act like it. Who knows how far we'll get.

"You ain't a b#t*h or a hoe"

PS: Since I was threatened with certain death if I didn't, I gotta shout out my wife J Dub. Who loves ya babe?

But you gotta have friends

I been doing a lot of thinking this year what it means to be a friend. Often time it seems like people are quick to bestow the title of friend upon co-workers, schoolmates and acquaintances. These relationships do not constitute friendship. That's not to say that you can't be friends with a co-worker or classmate. The title of a friend comes with certain responsibilities that you must be willing to accept and should be confident that your friend accepts them as well. A friend is someone who is willing to inconvenience themselves in order to help you out. Just because your co-worker gave you a ride home from the job because your house was on his route home does not mean he's your friend. Here are signs that the "friend" you have may not be one after all.

1. They ask for gas money every time you get in their car: Friends don't ask. They wait for you to offer, and if your a friend you'll offer.
2. You've don't know where they live: You either don't care to know they don't want you to know, either way, not a friend.
3. You keep secrets from them: We all keep secrets, but I'm talking about things you would tell people the second or third time talking to them. If your home girl doesn't know you used to be man then shes not you friend, or rather your not hers.
4. They let you look stupid in public : You know damn well they saw that hole in the back of your pants. They didn't tell because they aren't your friend. They are probably laughing you right now.
5. They are Jealous of something I you have:Friends don't get jealous of their friends, simple.

How else can you tell your friends are really friends?

My 1st post

Hooray! I finally have a blog! I've been toying with the idea for sometime now. I even kept a quasi-blog on my old myspace page. I have to give the people what they want. For anyone that doesn't know me I'm an African American male in my early twenties. For my relatively young age I feel like my mind is very advanced, always has been. To put it simply , I get shit when it seems that a lot of people my age don't. Don't come here expecting me to write what I ate for breakfast or anything like that. This ain't twitter. I'm gonna try to keep it interesting and thought provoking, although even one as regal as I talks about bullshit from time to time.

For those that do know me you know I love a good debate, argument, whatever you wanna call it. As you know, coming at me half-assed will only result in you feeling stupid. Like Wolverine I'm the best there is at what I do. That being I said, I hope you everyone out there enjoys reading my blog as much as I'm going to enjoy writing it. Peace.