Screw Summer

How come folk so extra horny in the summertime?

Or is it just me…naw couldn't be (I'm always like that…so that's nothing new).

Is that weird?

I mean its already hot, right…so why you wanna go & be like so extra hot???

Shit I guess since you're already hot & shit, may as well sweat it out for a good cause, huh!

Idk. I'm asking a general question…I can give my own personal answer but I'm something like a nymph so I'll bite my tongue…

I find myself talking about sex more & Love less during the season of 100 degree temperatures…maybe it's the clothes or lack there of that has everyone "LUSTING!" (lol, insert my Robin, who hails from none other than Memphis, TN, of ANTM season 1 voice- my sister knows her btw)

Well this summer has actually been the exception…I've discussed Love a LOT more than usual…a lot more than I'd prefer actually & a lot more than I'm comfortable with @ the present.

Maybe that's why my summer has been far short of fuck-filled action…hmmmm…interesting…

Anyways however this post has virtually nothing to do w/Love…so let's get back to the SEX (insert claps & roars of excitement)!

Having a very candid & explicit conversation w/my friend today, the topic of women's complexities arose. I was telling her that someone I've been more/less engaging in sexual activities w/has asked if I would have 3some w/him…then proceeded to tell me how he wants to take me to a swinger's club or whatever…I'm assuming 2 different instances he wants this to take place w/in. Anyways, she asked if I'd o it & I really didn't answer str8 up, b/c I've learned that as soon as I say "hell to the naw, I'd never do that ish!" What happens? I end up doing just that + some! So this is what I told her "Women. Maybe not all but most…will pretty much go there w/the right guy & the right situation! (If they haven't already perused the idea a time or two) I mean I'm just saying, let's be real ladies. Let that nigga spit something real tempting in your ear @ the right time, & see what happens…I mean...not that I just know or whatever…I'm just saying…that's my theory ;)

Women are pleasers by nature...hence we always want to make others happy, even if it doesn't necessarily fit into our realm of what happiness is.

Think about it…or not…whichever you prefer.

I find it incredibly fascinating in 2008, to find that people are still really taboo about sexual topics & not really as skilled as the media portrays. I think that's cool though…I guess. I'm pretty open myself…not open like "hey everybody comes/cums in." Open like I'm comfortable w/my sexuality & I like sex, period. I mean to me sex is just sex, when it's just sex…if you can understand that. Well let me attempt to explain w/o confusing you AND myself. I mean when you, well let me speak for myself…I understand sex, right? Well I think so. I understand that it's powerful. I understand that its fun. I understand that it's good. I even understand that it's sacred. I understand that it's not always simple. More importantly I understand its risks (on various levels) But not everyone thinks the way I think, right? Right. So…sex to me has become less of a big deal than say 5 years ago when I was a V, don't get me wrong I'm very cautious & I'm not just fucking everybody who passes…that's GROSS & I'm far too "the BOMB…TICK TICK" to allow such things!

What I am saying though is this: when, actually before I engage in the act, I have a fully diagramed conversation w/myself, b/c I recognize that I'm only in control of me. Hence, sex has no power over me, which ultimately renders the person I engage in the act w/powerless as well. UNLESS, I opt to forego that prerogative…UNLESS I say, hey "this is more than just sex to me right now…this is sacred & we're experiencing something profound here together, right?" Though often times, I'm not that into it…it really is just sex to me. I'm a very detached person…therefore I can completely veil my feelings (which some might argue is more often than not) when need be…though sometimes I have a hard time recognizing when to unveil, but that's another issue. Thing is I rarely engage in the act so freely w/whomever b/c like I said not everyone thinks like I think (AND I hardly like anybody!). I know men put up this big front (or do they) like they can have sex & that be that…but I've found that not to be the case, often times they are the ones stalking me. Okay maybe not stalking but getting more or less far more involved emotionally then me. Guess that goes back to the theory of me being a man disguised as a wo-man…well maybe so…or maybe I just don't give a fuck…"either way we fucking, either way!"-$ Mike (that's SO damn funny to me!) No. Really, I have to make sure I'm on the same accord w/my counterpart otherwise ain't shit happening…I hate to ruin or mislead or confuse feelings/relationships just b/c things got a little heated (& I liked it)…that doesn't mean my feelings for you have changed any…b/c I recognize (in adavance) that if they have, it's just the haze, the aftermath, the side effects of SEX, a very dangerous drug might I add, that I'll awake from in the morning!

GOOD NITE & GOOD MORNING BIATCH!

Until we meet again...

…buss 1 for me, lol!

Btw-I like Plies & he could prolly get it…as long as he does NOT call me his mf-ing buss it baby! Uh. No thanks. I have a DEGREE nigga! Act like you knew!

Oooh SCANDY*!

HAPPY SUMMER BEEEACH (isn't that clever how I spelled "bitch" like BEACH-btw I need a serious vacay that includes some beach action (& maybe fucking-WHA? I'm just saying...I have needs too!)!

~S. Parks

*scandalous-for you dorks out there ;-)

Key2Life: Exercise Meditation Sex

According to Oprah's guest Dr. Northrup, on Tuesday's show (not that I watch...but my sister does)...3 great ways for women to get healthy doses of pleasure:

Exercise
Meditation
Sex

"Those things increase beta-endorphin in the brain," Dr. Northrup says. "It's the natural morphine-like substance and you absolutely need it for mood modulation. And if you don't get it naturally through meditation, exercise or sex, you will get it abnormally through drugs and alcohol and sugar. You're going to go for pleasure because your body needs to have pleasure. You need it. But I'd much rather have you get it deliberately in healthy doses."

The show was actually geared towards menopausal women but I realized the things being discussed were vital for women @ any age. Healthy lifestyles. Putting yourself 1st. Acknowledging that you are in fact a person w/feelings not a machine or a robot who cooks, cleans, wifes, mothers, etc...
A lack of focus on yourself can really be detrimental to one's health. Not just women but men as well. Though I focus on women, b/c I am one & b/c women tend to be the more self-less sex. Its just in our nature. We are natural givers...until we've given all we have & there's nothing left. Mind you life is going on. Everyone around you has moved on & in retrospect you're all used up...w/no one to blame but YOU!

I have always been a HUGE giver. BUT. In recent (last 2) years I've been focusing more so on myself. What I like to do. Who I am. Who I want to be. Not (trying @ least) allowing others to interfere w/my happiness. Though people do try whether consciously or sub-consciously...the devil is ALWAYS busy!!!

Anyways, I've been having a ruff past few months w/family, boys & life in general. Wait no. Let me rewind. I no longer allow boys to wreck any flow I have. Why? b/c they just are NOT worth...too many out here & they all dawgs...so I say "fuck it...Imma dawg too! We all dawgs! ROO!!!" Fast Forward. So I've just realized I've once again allowed other people's lives to consume me. Something I vowed I would never do. In 2005, I had a ridiculously "trying" year. Break-ups, Hurricanes, Losses all around. Taught me a lot about relationships, trust, & most importantly ME! In 2006, I made a vow to myself to live for ME...b/c if I don't who will? NO ONE! No one can love me more than ME! (well aside from Jesus)

So as I watched this show. I realized I've gotten away from that. The promise I made w/myself. I know times get tuff & that's okay. I'm fine w/that. However, I'm NOT fine w/self-neglect to the point of breakdown. Though its for a good cause. I'm closely involved w/those I love. I go above & beyond the average person. I actually pride myself on my ability to do so...but there has to be a BALANCE. Key word that most people forget. I'm not a good balancer by far. I spend too much. Save too little. I think too much. Act too little. I give too much. Receive too little. I work too much. Paid too little. There has to be a balance. There will be struggle & pain, but w/confidence you have won even before you have started.

Hence I must get back to the small things that make me happy...just so happens to be exercise, meditation (yoga) & SEX (WOOHOO my fave-YES)! Other stuff too...Starbucks, trips, "new stuff"...otherwise I'm on the brink of losing my mind!!! And we can't have that now can we...esp in October...my birthday month...no indeed!!! ;)

So remember you are the creator of your own destiny...God created us in His image. Hence we already Great we just have to recognize the greatness & maximize its potential. He wants us to be happy so why do we settle for less than??? Well y'all, cus uh...I'm NOT! I don't settle. I don't deal. I do. I make. I am.

"I'm free! Look @ ME! Freedom in high fidelity! FREE!" ~Gnarls Barkley

And on that not my free & happy (& horny) ass is hungry...so I'm blowing!

HOLLA scholars!

~Sdotter

Every Woman...

Every Woman Should Have...

One love she can imagine going back to ...
and one who reminds her how far she has come.

Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own ...
even if she never wants or needs to.

Something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour.

A youth she's content to leave behind ...
and a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age.

The realization that she is actually going to have to have an old age
... and some money set aside to fund it.

A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill ...
and a black lace bra.

One friend who always makes her laugh
... and one who lets her cry.

A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family.

Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored.

A resume that is not even the slightest bit padded.

A feeling of control over her destiny.

A skin-care regimen, an exercise routine and a plan for dealing with those few other facets of life that don't get better after 30.

A solid start on a satisfying career, a satisfying relationship and all those other facets of life that do get better after 30.



Every woman should know:

How to fall in love without losing herself.

How she feels about having children.

How to quit a job, break up with a lover and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.

When to try harder and when to walk away.

How to have a good time at a party she'd never choose to attend.

How to ask for what she wants in a way that makes it most likely she'll get it.

That she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.

That her childhood may not have been perfect but it's over.

What she would and wouldn't do for love.

How to live alone, even if she doesn't like it.

Whom she can trust, whom she can't and why she shouldn't take it personally.

Where to go, be it to here best friend's kitchen table or a charming inn in the woods, when her soul needs soothing.

What she can and can't accomplish in a day, a month and a year.

~Author Unknown

A nice poem. Its been associated w/Dr. Maya Angelou for some reason, but she is not the author. I would like to know who is, though.

I am not yet a woman, but I am certainly working on it...give me 1.5 years and I'll have it together...for the most ; )

Good weekend. Good people.

~S. Parks

I ain't no smoking chick but you got me wanting it!

This is a GREAT song.
Reminds you why, Love (yep its so powerful it gets the "capital" treatment), can be a great thing.
Its fun times (like literally, lol)!
BTW, Tamia is an awesome singer/song-writer as well, not to mention she is seemingly in The perfect relationship!
I love it!
Gives me hope!
Makes me happy!
So when you're giving up on Love or the act of fallin into it or making it for that matter...give this a spin and see how quickly you reconsider!


"Can't Get Enough Of You"
by Tamia
album: Between Friends


[Spoken]
I know you usually don’t hear me talk like this
But I got a little game that I want to play
Are you ready?


[Verse 1]
When I think about you…
I think about giving myself to you
Cause you know I want you babe
And…
I will do anything
I know your thinking the same thing babe
So come and get it, get it (come and get it)
I’m so excited
I can’t hide my feelings (I cant hide my feelings) Get it
I wont stop until we start over and finish (finish)
Tonight it’s all about my baby
I’m feenin for you get me high
I can’t stop you feel me right?


[Chorus X2]
Close the door
Bed or floor
I want more
I can’t get enough of you
What I got in store
It’s all yours
I just want more
I can’t get enough of you

[Verse 2]
When I think about us
I think about the way that we make love
The way that you make me sweat
Make me want a cigarette
And I ain’t no smoking chick
But you got me want it
So don’t stop (Yeah)
You making me high (Ohhhhh)
I feel it right there (Yeah)
We tossing and turning
So keep it right there (Yeah)
My adrenaline is pumping right
Stomach muscles getting tight
Skin so wet my finger slides
Gone take you to a place
You ain’t never been (Again and again, want you to feel it baby)
Ohhh ohhhh
I’m bout to handle my business that’s (You…)
Make sure you handle me too


[Chorus X2]
Close the door
Bed or floor
I want more
I can’t get enough of you
What I got in store
It’s all yours
I just want more
I can’t get enough of you
I know you’ll lose after the second round

Put on a little show
To let you baby know
By then I should be screaming uncontrollably
Hope your ready to stay up
One time is not enough (One time)
Cause nothings too much baby
You’re just what I want baby

[Chorus]
Close the door
Bed or floor
I want more
I can’t get enough of you
What I got in store
It’s all yours
I just want more
I can’t get enough of you

Thanks Tamia girl!

...and on that note, I'm out!

Good day, Good people!

~S. Parks

It was a good day...a G.O.O.D. day indeed!

WARNING: This post might offend, defend, and take you aback once or twice b/c its regarding the most controversial black man today and the most controversial subject EVER...black people!

I have been blessed to be in the presence, in the vicinity, in the CLOSE proximity of The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan...insert 4 WOWS!

Yeah, that's how AWESOME he is...I mean yeah I knew The Brother Minister was powerful, but live and in living color is a completely different thing! I mean I was in complete AWE! He is absolutely AMAZING, profound, out-of-this world...there are no words to describe this man, like seriously.

I mean I know how people are confused by him, but that stems from fear...my Brother is indeed the truth, I sincerely believe that and people fear truth, for whatever reason.

My experience on yesterday was one that I will cherish for years to come. For me that was equivalent to hearing Malcolm, Martin, etc. For all you people out there going now it isn't...yeah it is, he is an inspirational, thought-provoking, active black leader, and he deserves much more credit than he is NOT given! The media has just made him into a hate-filled, cult-leading, violence-encouraging leader, which he is really the complete opposite...but I mean he is a black man encouraging black people to unite, protect, and serve for themselves....so surely you wouldn't think the media would portray him in a positive light.

Not to say that Farrakhan is perfect and everything he says I creed as a doctrine to live, NO, but he is the bringing forth the truth no less, and one that blacks should seriously consider adopting...Muslim or not!

Moving on...his lecture...

He spoke on the power of language.
The impact it has on a person, community, race, etc.
He was really focused on the women, b/c he was speaking of the "Don Imus situation", in which he called the Rutgers women's basketball team, some "nappy headed hoes".
The way he broke the language down, was indeed thought-provoking.
The way he made me feel accountable for my actions, my thoughts, my words, was hard but needed.

He talked to the men too, but I feel as though he was directing it to the women, b/c we have become deaf or tolerant of those words. It's become second nature to us, and we are allowing whatever to be said to and about us, b/c we are saying it to ourselves, about ourselves, amongst ourselves.

He also discussed the "n" & "b" words (ones I use quite frequently...as you know I end every post, I say POB...Peace Out Bitches, so I will try to refrain from using that language from this point forward...woo it will be tuff).

Just the way he thinks is so sincere. How he explained that we should not want to call one another bitches b/c that word means a female dog, and if we are calling women that we too are dogs b/c we came from her...hence a son of a bitch. He also noted the movie the Omen, in which the son of the devil, is born into a home of politics, and they attempt to discover who the mother of this seed is, and they find that he comes from a jackal (in the dog family)...wow think about that for a moment...he's saying the devil (our enemy) implanted his seed into a dog and in turn bore a human to take over the world as the devil's son...hence why would we want to be associated in any way w/a dog of any kind?

The hoe/whore thing he explained the whore to be the prostitute. However, she is a business woman, but she sells her body for a certain amount of time in exchange for money or what have you. While a "hoe" is a girl who exposes herself freely, for nothing in return, just for the attention, the negative attention of a man (any man...a man is a man...bottom-line). Which is why, or at least according to Farrakhan, rappers call women hoes. Of course he went into far more details, but those were the things that stuck out in my mind and made sense to me.

He also went into the whole nigger vs. niggA thing, but I mean I knew all that stuff pretty much. However, one thing he siad that I hadn't really thought of was how we as black people went from niggers-->coloreds-->Negroes-->blacks-->African Americans. How we should have just stuck w/black but we allow media and "the enemy" to define us. Also, how ignorant it is to think we could possible take such a degrading term and make it an endearing one, is simply foolish!

Can you say enlightening...yes my brother, yes my sister...the man is THE REAL...and I love it!
However the Muslim experience is a rather unique one...some things I liked some I did NOT, but I was there for the Minister hence I made the best of it, had a marvelous time, and kept it moving!

So in the light of my self-proclaimed Women's Month here on "I'm just a girl...in the world..." I will be reflecting on what it means to be a girl growing into a woman, how I can a be the best woman I can be, and how I can help in the rebuilding of sisterhood (yes there is STILL such a thing).

And thank you Brother Minister for being and you can be & MORE!

We 'preciate it and hopefully we can take it to heart, mind, and life-application!

As I said, I will be trying to refrain from the "b" word...wish me well...thanks!

Good day, good people-->see doing better already ; )

~S. Parks

That's "QUEEN B" to you, bitches!

PHENOMENAL WOMAN by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size But when I start to tell them They think I'm telling lies. I say It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips The stride of my steps The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me.

I walk into a room Just as cool as you please And to a man The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees Then they swarm around me A hive of honey bees. I say It's the fire in my eyes And the flash of my teeth The swing of my waist And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me.

Men themselves have wondered What they see in me They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say It's in the arch of my back The sun of my smile The ride of my breasts The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me.

Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say It's in the click of my heels The bend of my hair The palm of my hand The need for my care. 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me.

Its Women's Month and I'm standing up for ALL women, just like me.
Black, Bold, and Beautiful...America's #1 Threat!

I love myself, is that a crime?
I love to be loved, even when I'm not.
I love how you stare, it excites me deep within.
I love the way you love me, there I said it, fine you win!

Its hard being a woman, with all the spectators, haters (not slang, but like really "I hate women"), womanizers, ignorance, complacency, standards, guides, rules and regulations.
Bitch I'm grown, who iz you?!
If I like sex, I like sex.
If I like control, I like control.
If I like you, I like you.
If I like money, power, and respect...then I suggest you bag back and gimme my space otherwise I'm taking it, and Iun think you want me to take it..."that's QUEEN B" to you!

Now rub my feet, HA! No really...get DOWN there, NOW!!! What are you doing still standing bitch, I said get low...INCOMING bitches, INCOMING! LOW, LOWER! Lower than a preggers ant's stomach bitch! LOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!

...and I luv it!

Put your Pilot hats on Women and pilot/police the (hate this word, btw) p*ssy the entire month of MAY...it holds ALL the power!

!YES!

!POB!

~S. Parks