Friday, July 14, 2017

Well, I'll start. 

I moved to Houston a couple of years ago for work.  It has been a great experience.  I've met some good people and have had some good times. It was honestly the best decision I've ever made. I was in a not so good place mentally back home.  I felt complacent and unfulfilled.  Hence, why I abandoned this bad boy. I knew I had to get out of my comfort zone and step out on faith.  It worked!

I got in a whole ass relationship a little after moving here. It lasted about a year, and we split on mutual terms. He's still my nigga.  Just not "my nigga"...although sometimes that bastard thinks he is. It was honestly my first adult relationship.  If you don't know, I'm 27 (28 next month). He showed me how a grown man is supposed to love and care for you and I appreciate the shit out of him for it. He has set the bar for any future prospects. We just couldn't work.  However, his purpose in my life as a lover was fulfilled. 

I'm still not quite out. I know, I's getting old.  Hell, how you think I feel? However, I find myself being more open about my sexuality to some people.  It might be because I'm in a new city with new people. My hometown is small. Everyone knows everyone and their business. Don't miss that shit at all. 

I've discovered the beauty of a magical green plant. WHAT TOOK ME SO LONG?!?!?!?

Not sure if any of the old guys are still around. Hope so!

Slightly High Randomness

1. I'm single, and I fucking enjoy it.  It hasn't always been that way, but I the older I get the more I appreciate having this time to myself.  I have been out of a relationship around a year now.  And yes, I miss him and I miss having the companionship and would like to have that again. However, I'm not losing sleep over it.

I don't understand how so many people fail to realize you can be both happily single, but still want a relationship. For example, it is 1:30 in the morning and I am in my pj's sitting at my computer after finishing a blunt. (Yes, I've found the light of good green)  Life cannot get any better. Would I prefer to share this time with a dope as dude? Yes. Do I feel empty for incomplete because of the lack of one? Fuck no. I date around a little and have good conversations with potential guys. I have friends and a fulfilling job. Many of us seem to think the term single and lonely are interchangeable...negative.

2. Why is it so hard for some dudes to just come through and drop the dick off and go home? What's with the extra shit if I didn't ask for it? I'm a big boy, I'm an adult.  I know that sex does not automatically correlate to a relationship or any feelings other than pleasure.  However, I find that some guys feel the need to play into a role.  A role that involves selling dreams, pillow talk, and all that jazz.  If we are just screwing, I don't need or expect that.  I talked to a friend about it and he gave a decent perspective.

He said (in a nutshell) that many dudes feel the need to play into a sexual relationship being something more because they think that's what girls/bottoms need.  Men have been told the lie that women need to be emotionally invested for sex, and they project that same idea on to bottoms. They feel they have to lie to get the drawls. You just don't know how far you will get by just being honest, the other person could very well be into the same thing.  Maybe the last person acted a fool on your ass because you did all that extra shit making them think it was something more, when they were just fine fucking around. That's how you get fucked up.

3. I'm done with edibles. They are hit and miss with me, regardless of the advertised thc content.  I had what "supposed" to be a strong cookie once.  I'm not stranger to how they work, so I know it can kick in a various times.  However, this mothafucka did nothing more than a couple hits of reggie would have...after eating the WHOLE thing. Another time, I had a brownie that was maybe too potent because one small piece gave me a hell of a high I was not ready for.  I'm just gonna stick to my bong and blunts. I'm getting too old for this.

4. I despise vodka. I can barely smell it without getting nauseous. Give me a handle of Bourbon or whiskey and I'm straight. That being said, I wish people would stop taking offense to that shit.  I was at a kick back (house party) a few months back and was offered a drink made with vodka and I declined. I, along with other people had came with a bottle of our preferred spirit. Shout out to Maker's Mark. You would've thought I called this girl's mother a bald headed bitch when I said "No thank you, I don't drink Vodka." Excuse the fuck out of me. Take that Taaka somewhere else please.