Heart Chronicles – Truth is Real

Talking out both sides of your mouth eventually will get you roped up. Being a grown nigga means being responsible for the shit you say and do. What is point of always saying you’re so grown when you don’t walk the talk every day? To use the excuse that you don’t want to have to be honest and accountable is laughable. That’s not grown or being about yo shit. Tell the truth, always. Why would you need to conceal what you doing unless you know the shit left and you would be looked at funny.

Tell the world that right now it’s about you having fun and enjoying the youthful part of adult life. All that is fine. To say that you have trust issues is a real thing and I can accept that. Problem is the way you moving is not like that either. You carry it like you know you look good so you can do what you want. And that may be true. But don’t forget the other side of that coin too.. I look good too and I can do what I want. I give respect and I expect the respect to be given back. If you have a problem being respectful, then it’s time for you to go. In a world filled with unrealistic, fake, and fucked up ass people, you take one who is genuine and real with you and you can’t even show the necessary respect.

I found myself last night listening to someone on the phone talking to their ex, no big deal, about the next nigga, big fuckin issue. Compound that with the night before, you decided to have another conversation about me and you continue to use to bullshit ass excuse of It’s awkward, I can’t explain it. Let’s address each part one by one. I don’t care that you decide to talk back to your ex. Even though you spent plenty of time telling me how awful of a person he was. You did give him credit that he helped you out when you were lacking. But you also made clear that the shit y’all went through was toxic as fuck. You also told me you blocked him and cut him off. Now all of a sudden you back talking all the time. You calling him at 3am to talk about what exactly? While we laying in the bed watching a movie. Was that your way of being petty to get me off you? If you felt that way all yo had to do was say something. But, you wouldn’t because I had been laying on for a lil minute and you ain’t have nothing to say.

Now, why you felt the need to do all that at almost 4 in the morning, I don’t know but that really started the issues. Then you sit and you read out loud the fact you fuckin on the next niggas and explaining the situation with you and him to the ex. Why the fuck do you think that makes sense to do while you’re laying in the bed with me. Yes, we know we’re not in a relationship. We know that it’s a situationship, so why the fuck would you wanna have that conversation laying here with me? To add a little extra sauce to the dynamic, why the fuck are you here at my house? Because you want your freedom from the place you stay now? I’m not your fucking safety net from your life. You so grown, keep yo grown ass over there. Have all the conversations that you want with whomever you want. Oh, that’s right, you’re the secretive adult. You say you don’t want anyone in your business to that degree. You tell me some of the truth that you want me to know about what you’re doing, but you ain’t gone keep it bean with me. You know if you do thar yo ass ain’t gone be here. Well the truth is already sliding out and the facts are being litigated. You will not be here as much.

Now to this conversation you decided to have the other night about me. You wanna talk about me, but tell the nigga the real about me too. I’m chocolate and handsome as fuck. I don’t look my age at ALL. I have plenty of motion and swag to me. I choose to keep shit simple and easy right now. I am more than capable of taking care of you, if I wanted to or had to. That’s relationship shit, not situationship shit. You really showed your immaturity and fuckness that night. Because we’re in that store and I couldn’t really get right with you then, it slid for a second. Early this morning thou, I got in your ass and I meant every fuckin word of what I said. You will not sit, lay, walk, eat, shit, shower, in my fuckin house and be waxing on about the next nigga or other nigga, whatever you wanna call it. I don’t give a fuck about you saying you wanna have fun. If that’s the case, have all the fun you want at the place you stay. Ain’t nobody forcing you to come over here. Ain’t nobody asking for you to come here if we keeping it honest. You keep asking can you come over here and lettin me know that you wanna come back. I get it you say you need your space and peace. Well imma let you have all that, away from me. You can sleep on my couch too if you want. That will make it comfortable right.

Because according to you it’s awkward with us. But not too awkward for you to lay in my bed every night your here. Not too awkward for us to fuck for month. Not too awkward for us to spend hundreds of dollars on each other for Valetines Day. Not too awkward to go on dates for months. Not too awkward for you to show me off to your family and close friends you have. Not too awkward for my name to always be in your mouth. Not too awkward for you to have your personal shit sent to my house and keep some of your shit here. But you want to keep running on this fuck ass idea that there is some awkwardness that still exists. Nigga don’t keep playing in my face. Because you play pussy you get fucked as my old teaching mentor used to say. I gave you more than enough rope and I allowed you to have the access you did because you hadn’t given me a reason to restrict myself from you. The bullshit from the past couple nights have changed that calculation. Like I told you last night, we finna reset this shit. It’s time for you to spend less time here. Yes, I know it’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna be a little awkward now because I’ve gotten used to you being around and you’ve gotten used to being around me. We did have our own little world we operated in. I could tell for a while you was fuckin with it. Why would you say you would’ve gone to VA with me last weekend if the ticket prices were lower. Not with the way you carried on last night. Do you know I would’ve got back to Atlanta, dropped yo fuck ass off and that trip next month would be the next time that you see me.

I know some may say well that nigga is much younger than you, why are you acting this way. Because I don’t cut no slack to a nigga, I don’t give a fuck how recent into adulthood you are. When you decide to fuck with someone significantly older than you, the expectation is you get the same treatment and the same standard level as anyone else. If that’s not something you can understand or rock with, then like I said, take ya ass back to where you live and stay away from me for a lil bit. It’s okay, we still cool. We still good, but now you gone have to open that wallet more. You gone be responsible for your shit even more. We not gone have all this sweet and rosy shit around. The first time you fuck up my respect that’s on you. The second time you do it, that’s on me. I swear on me, there isn’t a third. I get it. To the eyes of many they will say you knew this would happen, why put yourself in this position. My response is, because he showed motion early and kept it consistent. I wanted to do something a lil different and see what the outcome would be. Turns out, it’s just like the rest of the shit. Can’t give a nigga nothing in Atlanta. He’s already showing he gone be just like the rest of the Atlanta vortex gays. Willing to be petty and talk about folks regardless, because he wants to be with the in crowd.

Funny, when we settle into what we do, you talk like a nigga who really wanna be around me and be in my space. But, when you get them other niggas in your ear and/or your friends, you quickly show that you still have a lot of maturing left to do. It shows that you will sway with the breeze a little more than I thought. And let me give you plenty of credit, you have a lot of maturity to you as is. You take the punches life throws at you and you navigate them better than most who are 10+ years older than you. You listen and take advice well when managing life. Clearly, you had/have feelings for me but, whomever is in your ear encouraging you to see what else is out there, I see you’ve allowed yourself to listen to them. I heard you when you said you don’t think anyone in Atlanta can be faithful. You said you would never have someone to yourself in this city. I disagree with you. I think if you find someone that really wants to fuck with you and you choose to fuck with them, then you can have that. Only if the two of you really want that life. If you believe in each other and get wrapped up in each other then it works.

Today begins the next phase of this situationship. One that brings less time and less energy for each other. I think you need to be free more to have fun as you say. Vibe with whomever you want. Make the connections you feel you need or want to make. You will do it with less of me though. I don’t respect you as much as I did. What you did in my face this morning, that changed how I saw you. I’m grown enough to have enough respect for you to let be here for the next couple days. When you go home on Wednesday though, I don’t think I wanna see you for a couple weeks. I need space and time away from you. You need space and time away from me. I have given you nothing but respect since I met you. I’ve been nothing but considerate of you while you’re in my presence. Twice now, you’ve pulled me out of character because you wanted to show your ass. You knew the fuck shit you did was wrong when you did it. Maybe you didn’t think I would say anything because we talked and you said you just wanna have fun. That conversation has been had a couple times, and I’ve always said to you keep the other shit you do outside my house. And for you to acknowledge that I said that you and you still decided to do it anyway… Yeaaaa I’m definitely looking at you different now.

All that heat off my chest let’s get to the softness and heart of the situation. I gained a lot of respect for you over the past four months because of how you carried yourself. Because of how you showed me your maturity and your heart. For being honest with me, to a point now. I bonded with you because of life and the circumstances that happened. It wasn’t expected or forced. It was by chance of life and I accepted the call that life threw out and apparently you did too, until you didn’t. I don’t know if the age gap really sits in your mind. Maybe you feel a way because you can’t post me on your socials the way you want because I’m older. Maybe you’ve talked to people who know me or have fucked with me and they’ve given you a different opinion to think about, I can’t say. I know that we both understood the assignment when we accepted it a few months ago and rightfully you decided you wanted to pivot. I accept that and I don’t hold a grudge for that. I do hold resentment for how you’re now managing this situation. You’re showing me something I didn’t expect to see and that you never showed before. The first time you did it, I decided that I needed to get in ya ass about it because I had to set the precedent that I’m allowing that shit. Single or not. New or not. You ain’t gone be in my house on the phone with the next nigga. And some fuck nigga at that. You heard and understood that message. You haven’t done it since.

What in your head made you think that it was cool or cute to be talking about the next nigga you tryna build bonds and shit with on the phone in my face? That’s the same fucking thing. I don’t care what the fuck you try to say. None of the shit makes sense and it points to a willful desire to ignore me and disrespect me in my own house. Now I know you didn’t think it was cute because as soon as you got on the phone with the nigga you quickly grabbed your ear pod so you could have the conversation. All the other conversations you were quick to have on speaker phone. And it seems to me that your ex is the problem. Ever since you started back talking to him again, your actions have become more hoeish than when you cut him out. Says plenty about the examples you allow yourself to talk to. I guess the fuck shit always has the most attention over the real shit, huh. A real nigga knows that coming in someone how and talking about the next nigga you fuckin and laying up with, while being laid up with someone else is trifling as fuck. It’s trashy and faggot like. Then you have the nerve to be on the phone with you brother this morning and pretend as if shit cool. Yea he felt the energy off too. Ain’t nobody dumb bro.

I know, I keep going in and out of niceness lol. It’s a true reflection of how I feel about all this shit. I really don’t feel the same about him right now. My energy for and towards him isn’t the same right now. He really showed his ass in my face and I feel like I have to teach a lesson. Whether it be tonight or Wednesday night, when he goes home it will be a lil minute before I want to see him again. Let’s make sure that all the important business is handled before he leaves here. Honestly, I don’t really want an excuse needed for him to come around me for a lil bit. Yes, I say all this now knowing that it could change before the day is out. It could change before we get to Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday. It also could stay the same or get worse. I’m playing all of this through my head again as I’m fully awake and it’s not the middle of the night anymore. When it all happened, it was late as fuck and I was really in a wind down, chill mindset. Now, I’m up and my mind continues to race about what was said and what happened. I had someone lay in my bed looking dumb as fuck in the face, trying to justify himself. First trying to pretend like he didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about. Only to finally be real and admit he knew what the fuck was going on. Then pivots to IDK why you acting like that, I said I was having fun. Nigga have fun out of my house. Have fun away from me. Have fun without being always in my presence. Have fun with the nigga you wanna spend time with. Have fun and let him take you around. Have fun and let him get you to work and to your appointments. I’m okay with that honestly. Knowing that it would be an adjustment and knowing that means limited time together, it also allows me to distance myself from him and get back to holding my own energy without worrying about someone else’s primarily.

So here we are. On this dreary day, I find myself uncertain of exactly how I want to move with him. I know it’s not that serious to not really say anything at all to him. I also realize it is serious enough to not say shit to him for a while. The first time we went through this, his realization happened after we were already on the way back to his place for me to drop him off. Before he called and asked to come back to my house the next day. This time, he gave a tacit acknowledgement before we went to sleep, saying okay Xavier, I won’t do that here. Right, because you already know you was dead ass wrong. You know that what you did and how you did it was completely the fuck outta line. Call anybody you want and tell them that shit. Call anybody you want and let them know the entire situation of how it came about and what you did. We had a conversation once and I told him that when pitted against someone else for a man, if I really wanted him, I would get him. He said really and maybe that plays part in this too. He knows and wants to be the difference. If that’s your real aim, you’re going to lose. I don’t care enough to sit in a back n forth with a nigga over you. IDGAF if you just stopped or started talking; from what you said, I know enough to know this shit is very recent and I have to give you less of me. Less access, less attention, less focus.

He told me I love you first. Then he tried to qualify it and say like a best friend. Do I fully believe that? No, I don’t. And I don’t think that the other people who know about me do either. We all appreciate the fact that you say you’re not ready and you want to have fun, because you need to finish getting yourself together. That’s the claim that you made. As time continues to move though, I’m not so sure that I fully believe that either. It’s awkward because you want it to be. It’s awkward because you’re protecting yourself. I’m not stupid and I been understood it. I can’t make you believe me or believe in me. I can’t make you trust me and my loyalty to you, if we was together. That can only happen if you want it to. You claim you trust me with your business. You claim you tell me everything. I’ve been with you in the trenches, but I think it was too much too fast for you. We’ve done all these things and you’re either scared or that man got in your ear and you choose to believe the toxic ex because you’ve known him longer. No matter the reasoning, I see what I see and that’s enough for me to know it’s time for a change. And that’s what I’m going to deliver.

How this winds up playing out, I can’t say right now. I will say that my mind is torn between the rationalization that he’s young and needs to be able to freely see the world and the niggas in them. The other side is that he still needs to be held accountable for himself and his actions. Just because you’re free to explore, doesn’t mean you will do it disrespectfully to me. I’m learning to balance myself and temper my reactions for when the moment calls. Constantly blowing up doesn’t solve the issue and continuing to be nice doesn’t solve it either. The balance must be present to provide maximum effect. How you handle it the day after is equally important. No matter who you are, we all want to be free to do the things we like/want to do and not have to explain ourselves to anybody. I believe that you can have it that way. When you have your own, on your own, do all your own. When that isn’t the case, you should respect the person or people, you’re sharing life with. They don’t have to let you in their life and space, and you don’t have to let them in yours.

Today feels like a sit with me day. Which means, sit and think day. I want to do so much and so little all at the same time. Like every day. It feels like I don’t belong. It feels like I’m around and I don’t have people who truly just want to be around in the dynamics we’ve created. Always trying to alter them to favor them. Not willing to grow in the spaces created and allow life to dictate the rest.

Heart Chronicles – It’s been a while

Damn.. it’s been good lil minute since I revealed my heart. Let’s play catch up and Ian gone lie, this will take a while. There’s a lot that’s happened since I last truly sat down to spill my soul.

On a professional level, so much has changed. Some for the good, and some not so good. Taking it all in stride and figuring out the way through has been challenging, but ultimately, I think it will all be worth it, sooner than later. I took a promotion at the end of June and became a Technical Account Manager at the Practice Group level. What that means is I’m dealing. primarily, with high dollar spending clients. Also, with clients who are very knowledgeable about the software and specific business unit that I service.

There are definite advantages to being on a Practice Group team. There is a level of freedom and accountability attached that must be respected and maintained. You have to somewhat serve to the needs of your client, but the tradeoff is you get to have a level of autonomy that is enjoyable. There is a lot of bias that exists within this business unit. There isn’t a lot of true office variety. They don’t provide at work relief opportunities. They don’t provide any financial incentives for doing your job above and beyond. They don’t have a pay structure that rewards you for becoming a Practice level account manager.

There’s more to add but that’s coming in a latter post, more specific to just the work shit I’ve been dealing with.

Family-wise, life has been very difficult and challenging. I lost my aunt, my uncle, my sister’s momma, my cousin’s husband all since we last spoke. My family is still fractured from the actions of my aunts during the loss of their sister. The other truth is that my family still has old wounds that have existed since we were younger and they still have not been resolved. There is a lot of healing that needs to happen and I don’t know that it will happen any time soon. It’s a sad story to see such a powerful family torn apart because we can’t heal from our old wounds. Something that probably began during my grandma’s life and heightened after she died. That served as the split that seems to have permanently distanced our family from each other.

There have been efforts to mend the pain and at least bring some sort of family unity. Sadly, that hasn’t happened either. An attempt to bring us together blew up into petty and childish ass arguments. Just when I thought that we had a chance to better it turns out that we’re so fucked up. I hate it and it makes my heart hurt because I really thought and still think that can be a dynamic force if we can squad up and not remain so fuckin fractured. The sectionalism is pretty fucking crazy and I’m not sure what the solution is.. I truly hope we can find our way soon. It’s a family that’s in need of a lot of healing. Cousins, aunts, sisters, brothers, uncles and all. Good luck to those of us who really want to make this shit better. We’re in the minority and these strong-willed, stubborn women do not seem to be inclined to break the bullshit.

Personally, my life has been an interesting roller coaster. It seems no matter where I meet people, and what age they are, there’s this level of bullshit that exists and I think I’m either overreacting or I really am living ahead of or behind my time. I’ve come across some very interesting people and they all seem to revolve around the same bullshit. Niggas are good at giving the milk and not the cow. During my work trip to Texas, I met Terrence and he seemed like he would’ve been a good match if I lived in Dallas. However, as we continued to talk, I learned more about his personality and his beliefs. I understood that we weren’t really the chemistry connection that was physically on display when we met. Then there was MJ. He is from Detroit and again, early on the chemistry was pretty decent. We had good conversations and seemed to have a lot in common. Then the truth started to show and he came off as very crazy and weird. I think he isn’t used to dealing with someone who brings a realness to the situation that isn’t clouded in control or manipulation.

The ones who came after those two were largely forgettable and mostly on the same amount of bullshit as the rest of them. Good for a few good nuts, maybe an overnight visit or two and not much else. I tried to allow both Malcolm’s to show me how much they’ve grown and/or evolved in the years since I took them seriously. That showed itself to be much of the same shit. A lot of talking, but very little consistency and action. A desire to still think that there is a level of control or stature that they possess, when in reality they don’t. I think they definitely overstated their positions. They are good though for the occasional date and/or fuck. Sounds like a familiar pattern at this point right. There is Billy. I think he’s one that possess the potential to be more, but I also think there is a little fuck nigga sitting inside him that I’m not overly thrilled with. I feel like he needs to too prim and primed to get the best out of him. At the same time, I notice that he has some motion that I find interesting. I think it might be the best thing for me to think about spending more quality time with Billy to see just what he brings to the table.

That brings me to Pharrell. I met him in November, and life really took off quickly after that. We had this whirlwind set of life events happen that seemingly built a bond and foundation that could be the basis for something special. Yes, he is the definition of a YN and maybe that’s where all of this begins. Him being 19 and me being 41. That 22-year gap seems to be a larger impediment to him than to me. And for a lot of reasons, I can completely understand why it would be. very different spaces and times in life of where we are and where we’re going. To me though this is where the story starts to slide very left and the confusion, frustration, and manipulation resides. In so many conversations the theme is “I can’t explain it.” What is it that you can’t really explain. Is that that you’re truly captured by the gap in age and the opinions of the world about us? I know that I’m acutely aware that you look very young and you’re still young age wise. And me, while I don’t look 41, I still am and everyone will look at stare a little. Same time, why the fuck do you care. It didn’t seem to matter to you when we started fuckin. It didn’t seem to matter when you brought me around your family constantly. You could’ve made the choice to go do anything with anyone else. Why did you choose to stick around me?

There are signs and glimmers that he has a little more comfort with me. There is also signs and more motion that shows he’s found or is finding others that are closer to his age and probably relate more to him than I do. He is consistent in his belief that for now single and fun is the way to go for him. He references having some kind of trust issues and that’s not something that I can fix. That takes him dealing with those issues and also being willing to admit that everyone is not alike. No matter what anyone says, you can’t move to the next if you haven’t left the past alone. Having exes around isn’t necessarily a deal breaker, as long as there is a respect and a level drawn.

There is a lot of similarities between him at this age and me at the same age. I also see so many differences between us and that’s also normal and expected. There are different influences and life situations present between us, so it brings a different set of beliefs and values. One thing I’m very attentive to though, is the time we spend. While I’m okay with not rushing or forcing anything, I’m also not willing to be your play toy. Maybe I should really just be his friend. Much like I’ve done with Jaden. We’ve established a bond that does go beyond just the sex or the relationship. Honestly speaking though, part if it is tied to the fact I would want to be with him. For me that’s where I really have to do my own soul searching. Why am I so willing to be patient and wait for a young ass man who has a lot of life experience growth to have? What is it about him and this time of life that makes me want to be patient for him? Is it the right thing to do? The better question for me is, if I decide not to be patient. what’s the impact to our dynamic? The truth is a major one.

No matter what anyone tries to say, when you decide to put your time and interest in a person it sends and receives a different energy than when you casually fuck with someone. In a casual space, you’re more than welcome to be around and you’re more than welcome to share my space. However, you don’t get as much access or for nearly as long. I’m not in the let’s have shared fun mindset. I do that shit as a single man, on my own terms and my own way. Most of the niggas I wind up fucking around with aren’t the group fuck type either. They enjoy spending the time, having fun, quick fuck or enjoyable hours. Whatever we decide it’s ours to decide and not impeded upon. What that means for you is definitely less time here. I’m not going to suppress that just because you want your space from the place you currently reside. I can feel a shift in the energy just a little and I think that while I’m going to be a little sad to not share as much time and space with him, it will be for the best. I can clearly feel and tell there is a reluctance to fully embrace the dynamic that we’ve spent time building. I’m not sure how much longer continuing to hear I can’t explain it is going to work.

I do honor and realize that someone being so much older and younger than the other presents its own set of complications that maybe need more time to be addressed. The truth about that is I don’t plan to sit around and give you all this time to figure it out. You will need to do it and hope that when life circles back around, that the timing is right and I have the desire to circle back to finish the story. This is the price of what happens when someone decides they want to play the field right. You want to have the freedom to do whatever you, when you want and that’s your right. However, the trade-off is that you risk losing the depth of the relationship that you’re building. There is a level of focus that gets removed from you because you decide to live the life of discovery. And listen, I applaud the desire to have the freedom and independence of learning yourself and what you like. We all need that time and energy to do it the way that we see fit. What you don’t have is a monopoly or right to have someone waiting on or for you. If I choose to give time for the development, then that’s on me.. Once I decide to move around, that’s when the end starts to come.

Now the question of timing is what I’m trying to decide. When do I say enough is enough? When do I want to say that I can’t deal with the excuse of I can’t explain it anymore? Someone who sits and wants to control the narrative so they can ensure they have the transportation they need, which is what this seems to be, will only last for so long. How does this end? I’m not really sure just yet. I do feel like the month of April will be a very pivotal month. That’s where all the actions will come from. Birthday’s, trips, concert. It seems the instant bond and romance that began a few months ago is slowly starting to unwind itself. When will the chapter close, I’m not sure yet. I do think that’s gonna happen soon. I think and feel like there is a new situation developing and I must accept that my role is going to change. It’s not gonna be as exclusive or as enjoyable. I know what I know that’s the hard part. The lies on who you let fuck and what it takes. The lies on the pause on sex, when I find condoms in your pants when washing your clothes. There is enough out there to say that what you’ve been giving isn’t quite the full truth.

I want to know why should I keep allowing myself to focus on you? If I ask you, I know you’re gonna tell me that I shouldn’t and you’re definitely prioritizing the have fun and be free parts of life right now. I understand and respect your decision because it’s always been yours to make. At the same time, I can’t say that I’m disappointed. It’s really crazy that I have these thoughts and feelings about someone who is so much younger than me. I think that part of it comes from truly falling for someone just because of who they are. I didn’t care what you had and what you don’t have. I didn’t care about any of the semantics that make up the ignorant shit that people use for not associating with people. I really was just focused on the person. Who you are and what you bring to the situation. The thing that I’m trying to figure out with you is why are you so hesitant to allow yourself to get caught up in the energy that’s created. Let’s tell the truth about the situation too.. We chose to give the energy to each other, and then you decided that you couldn’t. I truthfully would like to understand why. We’ve had a few conversations and there is never a moment where you give me an answer of understanding.

Do we have to keep having these awkward days, nights and moments? The ability to talk to others with energy and life and clarity. But when we do talk, there is an inconsistency that shows itself and I can’t really understand it. Maybe I truly have come to the point and place where I’m not being chosen again. 10 years ago this happened. And the craziest shit is it happened with another Aries. My kryptonite again it seems. My sign is the best and the worst. We can make great magic and we can also create great fire and disharmony. As this story continues its journey, I can only hope that the way it began with peace and joy is the same way the transition happens. With peace and joy. It’s not going to be the easiest or most enjoyable part of this story, it is though going to be necessary. I think he’s doing the job of pushing me away from him on his own. There is and will be other niggas that get his attention. There is and will be others who look better, have more, and will do more with him on a level that he connects with better than you. Take it for what it is. Enjoy it for what it is and allow the journey of life to take its course. You’re known and talked about. You’ve been discussed probably more than you know. You also know that you are not the prize or the choice this time. You are part of the story that you need to find your place for you in.

Heart Chronicles – My Riders

I’ve often said at times in life, you find out who your riders really are. Moments in history where people show you who they are. Understanding the challenges thrown at you by life, they lend their energy, time, and resources to ensure that you can sufficiently meet and defeat the challenges facing you.

Times where it’s required for you to have your village show up for you. Supporting you to know they care. They see you and can, to some degree, feel your pain. Understanding to varying degrees the level of angst, relief, sadness, disappointment, pride, and love you feel in these situations. They marvel at you. The maturity, clarity, and calm that you possess and display.

Some questioning why you’re here to begin with. He didn’t like you at all. He loved you without question. They don’t understand why you’re here to acknowledge him when he failed to acknowledge you. What I found out was that sometimes, a former enemy can become an ally. The same one questioning you the most. The one with the most disappointment for who you are, realized, and/or understood the position you took and now take. Loving you for you. Enjoying and delighting in conversation.

Others wondering if you came for money and not the genuine love and support for your family. Bringing drama and dirt to the table that isn’t needed. Swatting that with calm and poise calmed all. Supported by a sister who knows your heart. Never doubting your respect and loyalty to your life principles. Familiar with your thoughts and feelings about the situation. Proud of your strength and resilience. Bouyed by your firmness and compassion.

The support of a friend, 34 years in the making. Oh, to be so fortunate and blessed to have someone in my life who loves me as a human so much to use his time to show up for me. No questions asked. My heart felt so much pride and joy. Words can’t fully encapsulate the level of respect and love that grew from me to him. I pray that you find that, that level of love. My best friend.

And my family… my blood family, cousins I love and fuck with bro. Aunts that ride with me so hard. Sisters who love me and cherish me. Brothers who love me and respect me. Never perfect, always striving to learn more to be more. My chosen family checking in amdist their hustling family life. Making sure I feel their love always. My sons taking their time to talk with me. Never leaving me alone if I reach out. My chocolate 🧸 bestie, lmao. Showing his love every day. Fussing with me and all. Lol. My lil baby callin in to show me love and keep me updated on his life. Giving me the support, care, and love we always promised to show, regardless of what’s happening.

My Atlanta family, bro. I love them so much. In the fuckery of life, they still manage to show up and speak. Talking with me, seeing about me. Never forcefully, always willingly. I’m so thankful for these people. Never needing to see about me. Always desiring to support me and keep me balanced. Distracting away from the shit being handled here. Giving me their time to comfort mines. This shit is challenging, bro.

For all those who just talked, I appreciate your words. That is more than what is required of you. Thank you for your support and love. For the friends who wish more could be done, I’m truly thankful for your existence. I wouldn’t be able to continue with vigor without you. The small things matter most.

For my MHO family. Bro, you a real one fr. You randomly show up and always by choice. Never ever by coercion. I will and am always eternally grateful for your care and concern, bro. May you be forever blessed. Just know what you know. You haven’t always been thinking. It’s understandable because you simply are functioning at times. Managing so much that you lose sight of all routine. To know someone understands and offers support.

To those who choose to be voluntarily absent. May you be given the joy of life that you seek. For me, this is where our street ends. Take care in life. Know that you will not be missed. I appreciate all the contributions you made to my life. Now, it’s time to go separate ways. Life’s challenges will always reveal who’s for you and who’s against you. Love yourself, forgive yourself, and build forward.

I’m so thankful for my riders, for my village. When times are tough, who shows up? Thank you to everyone. Special you are, and I will always be grateful for your love.

Heart Chronicles – Good bye

It began for you, August 3, 1948, and the sunset for you, December 25, 2024. There comes a time when we all must take our final breath and are laid for all to view. As I prepare for your final goodbye, I have had to help plan services for you when you never wanted a relationship with your openly gay son since I came out. I am reminded that alone in the world we came and alone in the world, we die.

Since I came back to my hometown, everything has felt forced and fake. People calling who don’t call. Always offering to be here to talk. Talk about what? It’s never been a secret that me and my father didn’t have a relationship at all. Maybe that’s why there’s so much silence. Very little genuine outreach. Whatever it is, I’ve felt it from most since news broke and I arrived here.

If you understand me at my core, you know that loving you doesn’t mean I necessarily like you or carry a healthy respect for you. I love my father. In life and death, I will always love him. Simply because he helped create me. There is a biological respect there that I will always honor. Never trying to mistake it for a genuine relationship. I don’t have a void to be filled from your passing. True enough, there is someone missing. I lost part of my existence. That’s a different kinda introspection.

When my grams died, that was a void. And to this day, it has yet to be filled. With you, after I came out, your void created when you walked away was filled by the women in my life. Not that I wasn’t open to a male figure stepping into that roll, but, real shit nobody ever stepped up. Not my uncles, cousins, or brothers. All the male shit I learned myself. Through trial and error. I patterned myself after the shit U neglected to do.

My momma, your ex-wife, is quick to remind me of the traits you have that were passed to me. I always accepted that I am a mix of my parents. I’m sure others would say I have some of you in me, naturally. What’s missed is how much I’m truly nothing like you. Why would you wanna create kids and never actively take a role in raising them and preparing them for the world. Leaving your responsibilities to our mommas and other family or friends to fill. I’m more disappointed that you couldn’t be man enough to address me. I accepted that years ago, too.

This journey to the end hasn’t been usual, normal or fun. Many days filled with questions and not getting any answers. Too many times, you shut down and went to my aunts with questions about how to handle me. How pathetic is that. My grams stayed in yo ass about me, and it never moved you. You lost your oldest son and instead of embracing me when you saw me at his service, paying my respect, you looked me dead center in the face, and ignored me like a common nigga in the street. But the woman behind me, whom you didn’t know, you greeted her with a smile and a polite handshake, thanking her for coming.

I remember the days as a child when you reluctantly came out to play basketball or football with me and my friends. Even thou you loved both sports. Anyone with a brain could see you weren’t interested. I remember being like 14 or 15, you showed me sum stanky ass magazines with naked women. Then, explained to me some of your nasty ass sex stories. I never gave a fuck and I didn’t wanna know. I know you felt it. I never faked happiness or excitement. I saw yours, thou. You thought you was indoctrinating me to your ways. Wrong nigga.

You were etching in my head shit I never wanted to do or how I wanted to be. Yea, I took some of them traits. My last three relationships have been fucked up in the sense that I didn’t hold all the value to them that they deserved. Rest assured, though, I truly respected and loved my ex’s. Always present and actively engaged in the relationship.

Through all of this, my solumn prayer is when you were alone in your final hours and minutes of life, you were at peace. I pray you found the forgiveness you needed and that now your spirit and soul are at peace. James L Reynolds Sr, I love you. For everything you were and all the shit you weren’t. I don’t exist without you, and that’s a respect that lives eternally.

Heart Chronicles – Healing Hurts 3

The journey to close the wounds to your heart is extremely challenging, being bipolar adds an extra layer that many can never understand, and few will ever talk about. Part of the truth of the epic failure of my Dallas journey is that the person I chose to take with me and build a life, was trapped by his family. They saw that he had a boyfriend who truly loved him and wanted to see his life improve. I did things for him because he explained his story to me, and I wanted to see him win. Despite the challenges he faced, he seemed undeterred. He pushed himself to be better. He was leaving the fast life behind. Getting off the hard drugs and trying to live a life he could be proud of. He got his come up being with me, his family saw that, and their eyes only saw green. Not only did his family see green, but they became very manipulative and aggressive in their private conversations with him to get money out of me. That’s where many of the cracks began to show.

When your biological mother and the mother who raised you, both come at you all the time with they hands out, it’s hard to say no. The problem was he didn’t make money to the degree that I did. He didn’t know how to save and say no like I did. What complicated matters even more was the accident that he and his brother had. They had two different situations, and two different types of people advising them on what to do. He asked me what he should do. I gave him the truth, and told him how the process works, being a claims adjuster. I also rationalized with him to understand how getting money from accidents works. His settlement was nice and being someone not used to lump sums of money, he blew it all within a couple months, even though I also explained to him about saving and why he should. His brother played the long game, faked his injuries, and got a little more money. But he didn’t understand the process, a majority of the money went to the law firm he hired to represent him. Taking “loans” on the money from the insurance company to feed his drug habits and give his family money. My boyfriend did the same thing. Splurging on shit he really couldn’t afford and constantly giving his family money. Down to $500 in about 45 days.

I remember one argument we had one day after his family questioned my commitment to him because I was unwilling to regularly send money to them. When he got hooked back on hard drugs, and they found out, they quickly showed how little they really cared about him and more about the money he could give them. Quick to tell me he needs help, and he needs to get into rehab and all these things. Nobody offered to help pay for it. Nobody accepted part of the responsibility for constantly hounding him about money. Which means he harassed me for money, causing more issues in our already strained relationship. I accept and understand that part of what drew a wedge between us was his family. I also understood that he was a liar. Not being truthful about his prior sexual dealings, not being truthful about his drug problem. All these things compounded with rushing to be together and led to even more challenging times together.

When you understand that dynamics beyond your control are intimately affecting your relationship it’s hard to walk away, when you’ve become attached to the person at the center of the issues. That’s also where I must accept responsibility for allowing my life to crash out with him. There were numerous opportunities to walk away from him and rebuild the broken pieces, but I chose love and him. That has always been part of my downfall choosing the wrong man to love. Not always listening to my instincts when they scream walk the fuck away. This was one of those situations where I should have walked away and cut my losses, yet I chose to stay. The longer I stayed the more shit burnt up. Eventually, there was nothing left to burn and the whole situation exploded. Looking dumb and embarrassed, I walked away and went through this long journey to heal all the scars that relationship created. Damn man, sometimes it can be as simple as listening to yourself. This is one of those look yourself in the mirror and accept your shit. How I never allowed myself to get to the level of using hard drugs, I will never really know. I’m just thankful I have enough self-love to never get to that point.

Life Chronicles – The Resilient Era

Where the fuck does this shit begin… LOL. The decisions that we make have real life consequences on Us all the time, and we take them for granted far too often. A choice to fuck, instead of taking my ass to sleep so I can make the extra money I needed to make. That one choice began the series of decisions I made to find myself here. Needing to have a resilient era. I didn’t have the patience when my life was going well. I didn’t show the love and compassion that I usually have on fully display. I operated from a lustful, agitated place. One born from feeling judged, unappreciated, and not listened to. Ending something that had the potential to be life-lasting. Creating the full family dynamic I prayed for.

The communication needed for success was missing. Too much done in secret, not enough open and clear for us to discuss and come to one accord. I worked three times as hard as he did to maintain the support structure for our relationship. That was the downfall. Right after it ended, my kryptonite came along, and we were soo close to having what we dreamed about since 2006. Again, my impatience and impulsiveness wouldn’t let me sit the fuck still. Then my sex demon showed up and, well, that’s all it takes to fuck up the recipe. Who was there waiting, would be the person that threw the grenade into the building, and everything crumbled. I never knew what it was like to date someone on drugs until him. I had seen it around me before in a prior relationship with my boyfriend’s moms. Seeing that up close, nigga, I knew I never wanted to deal with someone who had that illness as a lover. It would require too much babying and handholding. Monitoring the mood to know how to speak and what to say. Trying to determine if the person will want to a sexaholic or isolate and just sleep. Or, if they want to fight and be violent. I wasn’t prepared to be with someone who was a drug addict. The extent of the lies, deceit, manipulation, instability, violence, dependency, and fear someone displays while being on hard drugs is overwhelming.

I didn’t know what to do and the only person I knew who could help me, gave me the advice that I already knew was the answer. As long as I choose to be with this man, I’m going to have to deal with this shit. Can’t keep talking about wanting to leave and constantly staying. Though not understanding, our lives are so tied together, even if I leave, until I break the ties that bind, we would still be linked together. The first mistake was following through. Had I never went to his house that night, I wouldn’t have known him. In Atlanta, at any time, if you set a link and then flake and never say shit, that’s a kill shot. You will be talked about, and that person not gone fuck wit you at all. Some people don’t care about doing that. If it takes too long, if they find someone else, they want, if they lose the mood, if they go to sleep, if the dynamics in their life change, the link will be canceled, and you may not know until they don’t respond anymore. At that time, I was one of those who cared about that shit. LOL. If I set a link, Imma show up to it, at least. Now if you didn’t match what you sent then, yo ass is done. Walk away and see another day. But you match what you send, and we gone have a good time. Spit the right game, you might be able to kick it at the crib. Show me the right consistency and you can probably live there. Playing house and living like we building something forreal. Knowing damn well, it’s more likely I get tired of them not doing shit or enough, or they get tired of being looked at as unequal, and the relationship ends.

Smartly, you didn’t really tie yourself up in him. You just let them come move with you. What happens when they hit Jackpot? You lose your fuckin mind and potentially blow up everything. That’s exactly what happened with this one. This era came to be because you didn’t have patience. You jumped at the first man who showed you consistent attention. No doubt the man loved you. What you didn’t see is that the more he fell in love with you, the more scared he became, which led him to start using hard drugs again. He wasn’t ready and you ignored it because you wanted to be the savior and victor. You wanted to take someone who had potential and let them see it. So, you could say that you didn’t forget the people who were once like you. I appreciate the mindset we had at the time, but that shit was so wrong. When the arguments went from simple and minor, to aggressive and complex. He went from being responsible and consistent, to sporadic and unreliable. Yet, you still remained undeterred. Everyone could see that he was not the right one for you. But you were blinded and made the decision. Cue the grenade. LOL. The second you made the choice to fuck him and not leave immediately after finishing, you sealed your fate. He became the next project attempt LOL. That’s what your kids used to say about you. You never told them what was really happening. If you had, they would’ve come running to save you. Doing whatever was necessary with him and his family, if necessary. Your kids are more protective of you than you think. You understood that you had to get yourself out of this fucked up situation. You put yourself here, you have to find your way out. Yes, you lost your career, car, apartment, health, nearly your life, and relationships. Allowing your lust for ass and a nice body, to cloud the vision of stability, health, and happiness. You compounded the fuck up by not allowing him to leave after the first blow-up y’all had in Texas. Thousands of dollars of damage were done to the property, and a red flag drawn to y’all because of his inability to control himself.

The biggest fuck up you made, was connecting your lives together on paper. Mixing his name and your name purchasing cars together was stupid. You knew he couldn’t be counted on, but here you are, paying for his shit. Doing the normal Zay shit because that’s the type of nigga you are, and the people who you normally fuck with, appreciate it and respect it. This nigga was far more street, that impressed him, but he didn’t overly respect you. There was a toughness missing from you, that definitely you carry now. You allowed him to see your vulnerability for him and exploited it for as long as he could until you said enough. The fights, the arguments, the violence, the damage, the hurt, the hate, the disgust, the disrespect, anger, the frustration, the fear, the betrayal. There were venomous words spoken, hostile acts performed, love made, lust revealed, fears realized, a heart destroyed, a life left in pieces. After being embarrassed at your job numerous times, nearly being fired shortly after beginning. Losing the best job he would’ve ever had because he didn’t want to stop smoking Tina. Any of those moments you could have chosen to walk away. Instead, you stayed and continued to get battered, beaten, and destroyed. You arrived feeling good, nervous, and scared, but determined and resolved. Once he lost that job and you saw the fear become raw and exposed, You knew, shit was over!

He burned everything you spent so much time and effort building. The core of You. The things you desperately wanted in life. The family you built, the career you were building, the life you created. it was all over. It crashed out and blew up!! Shambles and pieces. I know it felt like a sledgehammer was wrecked through the foundation. Crippling you to a place you never knew, never dared to consider living in. It shattered you to places unrecognizable. Now, the foundation has been rebuilt. You are standing up on your terms and time. Living and learning. Growing and experiencing. Accepting who You are and where the red lights are. Don’t overexpose your hand or yourself. There was a raw exposure of your life to everyone you knew. You were forced to be seen in the light that you honestly created. Separate from the one that the world had come to know. You were seen as the example and the standard. Having full moral clarity of judgment and choice. While on the ugly underbelly, you were the breathing definition of a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

The undeniable truths were coming to the front; you couldn’t deny any of them. The fucked up part is all of his truths came out as well and they were overlooked because he was willing to be louder about your facts than you were about his. Here is the truth. He was being a slut just like I was. There were no intentions from either of us. It was just supposed to be one time. But immediately we realized that there was a magic that can’t be explained or understood if you haven’t experienced it before. There was an immediate comfort that formed between us. We felt this organic transformation. We went from strangers in the night, meeting for a nice fuck, to immediate bedfellows. LMFAO. Niggas who chose to settle down together and try to build something. The problem with that, is neither of us had taken the time to address the dark underbellies that killed our relationship.

He was a drug addict at heart still. He lived a fast life, just one cloaked in mystery and newness. His nasty deeps happened in Florida. Not quickly or easily referenced. There was one person that served as his life cover. Years spent in the ebbs and flows of a toxic relationship. No one knowing the bones he collecting, except his older brother. They were wingmen in each other’s business for years. When the shit hit the fan, he didn’t take anyone’s side. He was honest to the core, and that’s why I loved him so much. I was wrong for my part. I never was unwilling to accept my faults. I understood as clearly as anyone can, that I was dead wrong. Additionally, I had my ass covered. I couldn’t have been the one to give it to him. He was already living the life before I met him. His brother told those truths too. He knew it couldn’t have been me, and he said it live on social media for the world to see. That’s when things started to change, more favorably to me, because even though I was negligent, he was way fuckin more out of pocket than me. That nigga was out there low low bussin down. But it did come to light. That’s when the drugs took center stage, and his brother had to exit left because he was culprit responsible for that too. That’s when it came back to You. Choices had to be made quickly and you couldn’t resist the lust that powered you. He was ideal when he kept his shit together. Handsome, caramel, masc-fem boy with all the shit you want. Problem is… he was on that shit, and you didn’t know anything about it, until it too late, while still being early enough.

The introduction to him wasn’t the best. He was referenced and rarely seen. You continued to be out in the city, with him, but he was never invited in, to the family that you built He chose to include you in his family circle. You traveled with him to his hometown to meet his family. You got to see the dark underbelly of his life that he was getting away from. It was one built on, from, in, with the streets. Hustling was the only way they all knew to get what they wanted. There were two that were close, who wanted better for him. Wanted him to do different and be different than the rest. They saw his potential and knew all he needed was someone to guide him in another direction. He was always reluctant though. Scared to be considered a trader on his people, because he got out and didn’t give it right back to them. Like they were used to in the past when he took a man with some income. He got from him and gave to them. Not in that sense though. He worked and kept his own. Never willing to allow anyone to be in control of him. He didn’t have that established here yet. It was in the beginning stages of being built. He was following the typical new to Atlanta plan. Come with family, find a place, live on the go until you can get your own. Or, until you find someone that can build something lasting.

His demons and his structure were on full display to you. He knew it and wanted to get away. He wanted to show you why you’re only heard and viewed, never seen. Because your presentation is an invitation to them. Now you have a new source, and they need to tap into that. Once you showed him that you were willing to play the game, he did exactly what he’s always done and what his family wanted him to do. The problem is… you weren’t going to give him money to support them. You would help them when the occasion happened. It opened a fissure that grew to become an abscess, and it blew up and oozed out on everything. His fear of failing and not being enough for you turned him harder to the drugs and at that point, you lost him. The relationship was never going to be the same. His family was more successful at getting in his ear about asking me for money for them. Originally, he was on my side. Then once he started back on the drugs, and his sister came to stay with us for a few days. The recon mission was complete and now the operation became get embedded and get all that you could.

I was addicted to men with balance. A masculine and feminine twist that drove me insane. He was that to the max. Look at his body and got damn. Nice long dick, cute peach ass. Inwardly as sweet and submissive as I love. He was in a state of rebuild and I had built a solid foundation already. I knew what the roadblocks were, and I wanted to navigate them. I thought I could make it a smooth transition into my life until I realized his phone profile tilted far more feminine that I understood. I kept him away from the inner reaches of my circle and I could tell he wanted that more than anything. I would never let him get too close to me and he could feel it. He didn’t know my momma, or anyone close to me. It was always just me and him when we went out. Never seeing anyone I knew, and if I did, I was very discreet and quick about it. His curiosity about my life was intriguing and scary. I gave him details that he craved but he would want specifics and I was never comfortable giving him those.

Because I would never give him the details he went searching. He looked around and he found things. He discovered other parts of who I am. We left the church because he realized that some of the church members are former fuck friends, fucks, or crushes. That also hurt our foundation because we found common bond in church. His mother who raised him instilled the church into his foundation. That was one of the easiest bonding points. When we lost that connection, that was the last straw. He became reckless and destructive. The drugs had become the focus and things went left quickly. I had numerous opportunities to get away from him, but I always stayed around. Willing to try and figure it out, because I loved him, and I wanted to build the future with someone who wanted it just as bad as I did.

He began to find out just how much of a slut you were here. People he came across, that already had come across you too. Some openly flaunted that they had you in bed. Others wanting to sow seeds of doubt and jealousy, exposed my dating history. Nothing to be ashamed of by far, but to show him the type of men I’ve had on my arm. Also to show that I have a pattern for being with people who need to be built up. Fair or unfair that was the label. Acknowledging that I usually had a better financial situation than my partner, the truth was their spirits always touched me. My heart has always been open to anyone, but those with something to lose take too long to act on the real-life they see in their faces. Understandably worried about the impact to the success they’ve already attained. Dating them was more difficult because even if you manage to find someone who isn’t that procrastinating, there’s often this innate nature of competition that takes over. The needle has to be thread perfectly, and that takes too much time. If they’ve been scared, they’re stuck for way too long on how to recover and when to allow themselves to feel whole again.

We did this dance for two years. At the beginning, we overcame the fear of opening up. Testing the authenticity of our feelings and desires to build a life together, independent from what society around us we should be. We traversed the city. Going to different attractions and nature walks. Having dinner at nice restaurants. Enjoying our time together. Letting the world see that we have something lasting. Some bitter, some envious, some happy, some elated for the love and joy they saw on their screens. Cooking dinner together, playing the game together, falling asleep cuddled up on the sofa. A beautiful love story that was unfolding without caring about what anyone thought. Early stumbles offset by understanding, talking, and love. Once his self-doubt crept in, the disagreements became marked by him lashing out and becoming overly aggressive. It longer for the talks to sufficiently calm him down, but they eventually did. Problem is, my underbelly was beginning to expose itself and he was going to rip it apart. After the initial reaction to my inner slut past showing up calmed down, his insecurities blew them scars wide open. Questioning my secrecy of him in the physical world. Offen times present when I’m talking to my close friends and family, because we do live together, but not brought into the discussion at all. Never going out to dinner or some activity together. Never coming over for dinner.

It’s pretty tough to believe your man when he says who he is, and what he used to do before he met you because he stopped doing everything after meeting you. The truth is I never thought he was going to last long. I never anticipated my heart getting so entangled with his. Once your heart decides to wrap its veins around the heart of another nigga, you don’t know how long it’s going to take for you to unwrap yourself, should that day come… It took a long time, and it caused a lot of fuckin pain. As we allowed the peace to settle on our relationship, the next bomb dropped that was the kill shot. I was moving to Texas for a career promotion. It wasn’t a rushed decision. I had thought it out and been planning. I didn’t expect to meet someone here that I would want to take with me there. This was really the last best chance to get away from him and save myself from what would happen. I chose to stay. I wanted to fight for the love I thought we had. Hoping that the story he sold me could be true. That he just needed a fresh start in a different place we’ve never been. No one has the advantage of anything He was gone work and I was gone work and build our friend circles from that.

We worked hard in the final couple months living in Atlanta to focus and handle business. To learn how to be friends and lovers again. Starting to rebuild our trust in and for each other. It was rough as fuck, LOL. But we were doing it. We were finding our way to laughing and enjoying each other’s company. The problem there, was he had gotten sucked back into the drug and drama family life back in Florida. Part of our reset included him going back and forth to Florida some weekends, to see his family. We always got mixed support from his people. They constantly talked about how happy they was that he found someone to help him grow out of his negative, toxic ways. While also questioning if we could make it because of his past. Wondering about why I don’t show you off to my family, at the very least my friends. The argument was valid given the dependency in our relationship on each other. I never have been the most open person about every nigga I date though. The right people knew about him from the beginning. They were acutely aware of him and knew when we had issues.

The plan was to find our house. Have an apartment first couple years and then look for a home we could create. He got a job being a bus driver for the Carrollton County school district. The company also did private bus driving for the three major sports teams in Dallas, The Cowboys, Mavericks, and Rangers. The pay was amazing, and the opportunities were even better. That nigga had it made. Guy said they pay for his CDL training and license. They warn of the drug test day so if you do smoke, you can be prepared. He didn’t care. He wanted a hit bad enough that he blew it off and failed the test. Automatic termination from the training program. Here we are back in the same position we found ourselves in Atlanta. No job, drug habit starting to rage, and add to it, in an unknown and unfamiliar environment. We had a falling out early after we moved, bad enough for him to pack his shit and leave. That was the second time I had to get fully away from him with limited damage done. ANd yet, I called him back, fighting to keep the relationship.

The disagreements became fights. The arguments turned violent, and I began to spiral to a place I didn’t know, to a person I didn’t recognize. His fear and frustration boiling over, raging every day. Never sure if I’m going to have to flight or fight, I slept with all my clothes on. After taking a shower always putting on enough that I needed very little to get out the house. Bruises, cuts, and scars randomly showing up on my face. When he was high from smoking meth, everything about him changed. He was far more volatile and moody. He didn’t eat and was constantly horny, We argued so aggressively and disrespectfully. We lost our apartment because of his temper and violence He exposed to my family that I had over 200 sex partners during one argument. And while that’s true, that number was vastly understated. The damage was done though. My momma didn’t look at me the same for years. He publicly exposed my underbelly slut to the world on social media. He created drama and tension with my circle and birth families. I began to isolate from everyone the more public my shit, and our relationship became. I got to see who really fucked with me though. The people that needed to step back to see the forest, offered their unwavering support when called upon.

The first major act of disrespect was when he spit on me after a fight we had. We argued and literally fought. It was so disgusting and embarrassing. But he was on the drugs and that shit made him Superman. His strength was something weird. So while getting up he spit on me and I left the house. He would later apologize and we would move forward from that, but it was a moment that I needed to move on from if we were going to make it. While that is enough to make me leave, I felt like I couldn’t. Our lives have become so intertwined by this point leaving just wasn’t feasible yet. The second major disrespectful moment was when he tried to kill me with his car. By this time we were living in the extended stay and surviving. Budgeting to get out, but his drugs always kept us there. He had been on a drug binge and accused me of sleeping with other people. Despite the fact I’m working two jobs because my one, good paying job, couldn’t take of us and his drug habit.

He comes up to my job while I’m about to leave out for a delivery and starts an argument. He follows me down the street, then chased behind me, until we were on a street where he could speed up beside me. He was on my phone and told me that he would kill us both. And at the very next thing that happened was his attempt to do that. He mashed the gas pedal on his car and sped up next to me, swerved right, crashed into my driver-side door and, because he was going so fast, his car flew in the air and landed on the other street. It was the most unreal shit I’ve ever seen. He was actually hell-bent on killing me. If you saw the initial point of impact and realized that the wheel of his car was less than 2 inches from going through my driver-side windshield. The result could’ve been my death. One of the families that lived in the neighborhood called the police and he was arrested. They charged him with aggravated battery with a deadly weapon. If he were to be convicted he would’ve been sentenced to between 1-10 years, since the charge is a felony.

To protect him, I chose not to tell my family about that incident. I only told my best friend after it had happened. His family knew everything because they needed to bond him out of jail. They were all reluctant to help, except his birth mother. That came with massive strings attached that would throw even more drama on an already super fuckin hot fire. He got out, and I refused to participate with the prosecution on the case. They didn’t subpoena me to testify but they informed me that they could. No charges were ever brought since the grand jury didn’t have enough evidence. That’s enough to push anyone to the edge and over right. Not to mention in between all this, he came to my job and caused scenes, we fought at the extended stay and I would sleep outside. During one of our separations, the next major disrespectful act, he brought a nigga to the room while I was gone to work. And then left to go fuck him. He was mad because I didn’t wanna have sex as much as he did. He was forgetting that we were living in an unknown place, with no money, living check to check, he quit his job, got back hooked on drugs and I have to maintain everything. Fucking was the last thing on my mind. That never happened again, and for a while, things got better afterward. The final disrespectful act happened when he woke me up out my sleep, aggressively taking my clothes off and shoving his fingers inside my ass. He claimed he wanted to see if I was cheating. If I had allowed someone to fuck me. That shit made no sense to me at all. I left and drove over 20 hours home to see my momma. Determined not to quit, I went back to continue a journey I started. Which led to the third chance I had to get away from him.

It was nearly Christmas 2017 and we were at the pinnacle of our last big fallout before being forced to leave Texas. He was ready to leave and I was ready for him to go. He went back and this was considered our final breakup. The distance actually did good for us. Away from the constant reminder of how fucked up shit was, we just became the better versions of ourselves that we enjoyed. Leading to his epic final return. During this last 2 month run, the drug habit caught up to me, and I car was repossessed for nonpayment. He had to take me to work and on the days he was high and we had disagreements, he made me late. My job was on a points system and tardiness accumulated points. I had random and unplanned callouts, because of his ass, which added to my points. He caused me to be late on final time, and the next day I was fired. Instead of staying depressed, I pivoted, returned back to Atlanta. Here I knew how to maneuver, had more resources, and could rebuild on my own. All the entanglements between me and him had been severed. The car was the last piece and he fucked around and got that repossessed for missing his payments.

After we got back, we agreed on the drive that the bullshit must stop. No more drugs, no more hiding. Building up from the beginning. Incorporating ourselves more in each other’s personal lives. That lasted all of a week. The drugs came back and this time I wasn’t staying. The fourth chance came for me to leave and I left without looking back. I got my own room, stayed long enough to do my new hire stuff for my job, and because of a city issue that delayed my start date for my job, I went home to my momma for a month. Breaking the tie, destroying the bond. Bridge torched. That day in March 2018 was the final time that we would have business. By time I came back for work, he was doing his fuck shit. Fucking people I know, and telling me that he did it. I blocked his access to me and that began my road to healing. Over 3 years in total of dealing with this man, and now he’s gone. So much negativity and pain. I closed the chapter by going back to revisit the sites of the most tramautic pain in Texas. Allowing my heart, mind, and spirit to find the closure it needed. Time to take my life back. It’s a lot of dark moments, traumatic events, and painful stories that grow me to where I am today. The Resilient Era is alive and starting…

Heart Chronicles – Trailblazing hurts

Bro… it took reminding from my fiercest supporter that uniqueness isn’t always understood. Being different and determined is challenging. The world accepts U, generally, but the circle around U may not always rock wit U. Sometimes the person U think that would appreciate U, because U were always encouraged to be authentically U. Never compromise Urself for the sake of anyone else. With the passion and fervor that you apply to ur life, there should never be a surprise by those closest to you that Ure always going to live in a space separate from the masses. Always willing to evolve Urself and let the world see that Ure proud of who U are. Sadly, on this leg of the journey, she may not be as understanding or appreciative of who U are. It saddened me when I displayed another version of who I am, one that’s not new, just an upgraded, developed, evolved version of U.

To know me is to know that I have always embraced ALL of who I am. I made a promise to myself that as I recovered from this latest public embarrassment, that I would never allow myself to compromise who I am for ANYBODY. It doesn’t matter if you’re my blood or my chosen. ANYONE who didn’t accept who I am, in ALL my forms and might, can’t be around me. No love lost, no ill feelings, we just don’t have much to say. Applying this theory across the board to ALL. Giving little, if no exceptions to the situation. Well, now I’m conflicted because if I’m true to myself and those principles, the biggest and most determined supporter I’ve ever had, has to go back to a place of less access. I know many will read this and say WTF U mean nigga? Because this one thing that U do doesn’t land with the soft landing that U expected, U back away? WTF are U thinking? That is the definition of hypocrisy. U can never be this serious right? Unless Ure right, the reaction comes because this is not new. It’s not something that U just started doing now. This era of U existed before U left. U were happy, thriving, growing, developing, evolving, becoming loving. The ones who don’t know or never experienced don’t know how to handle it. The world has watched a disgraceful fall, become a remarkable, dynamic comeback. She’s had a front row seat to it ALL. She’s seen U in all the versions of U that exist. This one was displayed when U wore Ur pearls and fashionably stole the room.

He came to play for the wedding. I mean did she not see the style, pop, shine, glow that U had when U arrived in that bad ass fit? The room knew U had arrived, and nigga U stole the whole show. It was amazing, right…? Ur son, and by extension, U, got the shine for the weekend. Gettin and giving love to the whole room. An impartial observer, whose purpose to show love and respect. Love on the people, hear them out, provide my support and go back home. Knowing that I had secured an understanding for the issues. Also knowing that U really aren’t at the center of anything, because I listened, confirmed, and assured that was to be the case. Someone, who for 21 years has watched U become such a dynamic man. Not always seeing the earliest versions out of respect and a full lack of understanding of who U were, but happily able to let her see U once U found out who U really are. The urgency and disappointment she called to discuss what U did was simply astonishing. I’ve never heard such a concerned tone to Ur voice in who knows how many years. Now U already think that I’m showing out. And this next step was too far for U. Now Ure worried that I may be going too far. Are U really questioning whether I know what I’m doing? Are U really wanting me to stop fully being who I am. Knowing that everything has boundaries, and I know when too much is too much, but this is me. Nothing disrespectful, outlandish, or uncommon. Do U really watch sports these days? The number one pick in the NFL draft THIS year wears PINK nails. One of the world’s best MMA fighters has a French manicure when he fights. I’ve allowed myself to live in that reality because that too is truly part of who I am. I did this in my era right before this current one ended. Grace given because maybe Uve forgotten because this past season was bitter as fuck. That bitch hurt like a motha fucka.

I’ve always set to live my life according to me. Occasionally allowing someone else to come and anchor in my life. Giving importance to them and what they need. Showing love and care. Compassion and understanding. Willing to slow myself down and wait for someone to come join me where I am. Feeling that if I can show U that I love U and support U. Willing to take care of U and help U get settled on Ur feet. Whether or not U build into me wasn’t as important. Always knowing that I wanted that. U told me long ago that I do better when I’m alone. Because when I get with someone, I always put them first and not myself. It was an honest critique that was one thousand percent accurate. Nothing else needed to be said. I had to work that, and I did. I showed U that I could allow someone to find me who wanted to be with me. Not for what I can do for him, but because he wants me. That’s the last man that I felt was worthy enough to meet U. Because, in my eyes, U are my star, sun, and moon. There isn’t anything I’ve accomplished that hasn’t come from Ur lessons. My heart and compassion comes from U. I watched what U did and I didn’t replicate that. I did however take all that compassion that U always displayed, and told me to keep, overtake me at times. Sometimes it was the wrong time and with the wrong persons.

Early on, I allowed in at an intimate level. Understanding, however, the need for U not to be as strong a presence because I was starting to drift out of the full wholesome niggas I first dated. The ones who were young and ambitious like me. I knew because of my curiosity, my strong sexual urges, and my beautiful, chocolate skin, face, and body that I was going to be hot on the market. And true shit, when me and my first ended, I became the ticket. Real shit I found the next man that was supposed to be the love of my life. We were both young as fuck, innocent still, beautiful, loving, affectionate, caring people. I was almost ready to introduce U to him and not the person U wound up meeting. I made the first bad mistake that led to a series of them. But U met the first five men I ever dated. Those men equating the first 8 years of my life as an openly gay nigga. U witnessed the first transformation I ever made from pretend heterosexual, LMFAO, to a fresh openly gay man. I did ALL the young fun shit, early on. I was out late meeting boy, LOL. I met them in parking lots at night and all that young stuff…LOL. While U didn’t know about that early shit, U did meet the very first one. So Uve truly seen it all. Why now U felt so compelled to hit my phone with the urgent tone of a concerned parent. We just shared such special, lifelong bonds and moments just a few weeks ago. And now, we sit on the doorsteps of U basically saying that I’m being too gay, again, for U.

The last time I felt this level of concern was when I was in Texas. U felt my life threatened and U were ready to activate the village if necessary. I knew that if I allowed U to save me, in that moment, I would never have fully appreciated and learned the lesson. I endured what I did. I was fucked up for a long time, but U saw me thru it. Now it appears that Ure concerned or unapproving, of my current life choice. To add a little extra spice of personality to who I am. Allowing the outside world to see more of my inside world. What did U always teach me? Always be true to Urself. Know who U are and never apologize for it. Well, if I follow that theory, then I’m going to ignore what Ure saying to me. U know more than anything I pride myself on being current and authentic to me. Always advocating for myself. Never willing to accept anything that’s given to me. Ensuring that what I need is always met. Also, allowing myself to be on full display. Never allowing anyone to place me in a box that I don’t believe should be there to start. Amplifying a message that I’ve spoken about from the beginning, that U have never been at the front of my support. Uve been a trunk to me. Sturdy, reliable, dependable, but never my anchor, never fully understanding. We’ve had a few falling outs over the level of ur understanding and compassion for my lifestyle.

I know that Ure looking for the understanding as to why me and Grams could sit on the phone for hours, every week, and just talk. Easy-flowing conversation every single time. We talk about life, hers and mine. We get better understanding for what I’m trying to accomplish and what she wants to do. Me and U never had that kind of relationship. U never allowed urself to want to know too much because of U and ur husband. U allowed for a period of time to pass where U wanted to be confrontational about my decisions, rather than support me and let me have Ur love there to embrace me. I had to lean on a stranger because U chose to follow the ignorance of Ur husband and the church family. For too long a period of time, U were estranged to me. Failing to show up and support me like U promised. Stuck in the blinded musings of “The BLACK CHURCH”. Never underestimate what I remember. Grams told me from day one that she was going nowhere. Never going to look at me any differently because of my life decisions. Living in my truth was mandatory for me. I had already let the love of my life get away because I was young, and scared. I was not going to allow anything or anybody to disrupt this beautiful young love we had built.

We’ve had numerous fallouts over the years. The last one was about 17 years ago. It was very petty and unnecessary, but very understandable when I look back on it. I fully comprehend why it happened and why it needed to happen. My house is conducted with the same respect levels that U taught me that day. It also opened the first big fracture in our relationship after we had rebuilt it. U allowed the lesson to carry on too far. Leading me to leave for Florida. Experiencing life, one that I truly did enjoy and always thought about going back to get. Not the person, just me and that life. Orlando fit me good, and I was working to prepare for U to come visit. Problem was me and dummy stay on one accord long enough to settle down. U told me U felt so much guilt for that situation because U pushed me away. On some levels, I agree with U completely. Alternatively, I know the lesson U attempted to teach me. Honestly, U could’ve taught the same lesson without needing to go that far. U know I never had intentions to stay long term. I never wanted to live in my home state after high school. Too small, to me, of a city for me. There isn’t that immediate pop and movement.

We’ve disagreed and Uve never shown this level of concern before. Can U tell me why? Am I being too gay for U now, again? Grace given to U, so U can figure out how to handle this new development. 21 years and U still don’t accept Ur son fully. That’s so disappointing. I love U still and always will. I can’t back away because that’s not the order of the day. But I will have to do something, because this disappointment carried with me all thru the week. Released now, sad it was ever there.

Heart Chronicles – Lessons Learned

The beautiful thing about growth, learning, healing and evolving is that you see the shit before it comes. You understand the trends and patterns, which means you are expertly adept at knowing the outcome before it ever happens. The trouble with that is you don’t believe it. LOL! And I mean how could you not. You’re never told that You know what will happen. When You pay attention, connect with nature, and plug-in to their energy, You know the outcome before it happens. I’m here to let it be known that I understand the outcomes and fates of those who try around me. I see what’s possible and I know what’s the truth. When I listen to that, I always have you figured out. We All are given special gifts or talents, that allow Us to be dynamic. When You listen to it, the world seems to be so simple and easy. When You get scared or ignore the signs life is giving You, then You make mistakes that become detrimental, if You don’t get rid of them. People will circle around in Your life sometimes, just to remind You of where You don’t need to be. To have a truly balanced life, You should be exposed to All types of people. If You don’t know what an Opp looks like, how will You know when they’re there?

Sometimes, people will fall into Your universe to teach You lessons. Other times, it’s to remind You of who You are. Then, there’s times when they come to show You, tell You, remind You, advise You, why You shouldn’t do things that run counter to Your success and whole happiness. When You forget to disconnect, You get reminded why You should. Once You allow nature to run the course intended, You will also find out if the seeds planted bear fruit. Things don’t always stay as they begin. You have to know when an Opp is masking as the truth and when the truth is masked as an Opp. Life isn’t singular, monolithic, one dimensional, black and white. Life is color, it’s unpredictable, it’s fucked up, it’s surprising, it dynamic! Always changing, never the same. People that started out one way, become something else; and folks who start another way, show up differently all together. The golden rule for me is never assume that You KNOW. Accept that you almost know. There is always deviation. Nothing is absolute. Which means that You need a variety of people in You life to keep You sharpe and on top of Your faculties. Be accepting and welcoming to the fact that You will know a lot of life and You will know nothing of life.

The Opp will sometimes mask as the real shit. They have a keen ability to verbally touch the titillating parts of Your inner being. The energy they come with is very pure, so when it touches Your senses, You immediately awaken from Your self-imposed slumber. Tired of the bullshit out here. The dumb acting niggas, the too confident niggas, the trash niggas, the trade niggas, the pretend niggas, the hood niggas, the street niggas, the smart niggas, the intellectual niggas, the facade niggas, the catfish niggas, the popular niggas, the sports niggas, the fem niggas, the trans niggas, the DL niggas, the discreet niggas, the exclusive niggas, the trap niggas, the country niggas, drug head niggas, weed head niggas, alcoholic niggas, butch queen niggas, drag queen niggas, fuck niggas, fake niggas, coke head niggas, meth head niggas, cheap ass niggas, savvy niggas, smooth talking niggas, rough niggas, school boy niggas, college niggas, college professor niggas, law enforcement niggas, administrator niggas, fuck boy niggas, clown niggas, star niggas, freak niggas, sick niggas, wealthy niggas, pretty boi niggas, sensitive niggas, soft niggas, hard niggas, mean niggas, sweet niggas, sophisticated niggas, simple niggas, dumb niggas, childish niggas, grown niggas, real niggas, humble niggas, deaf niggas, illiterate niggas, easy niggas, wrong niggas, stupid niggas, beautiful niggas, trifling niggas, artistic niggas, athletic niggas, faded niggas, porn star niggas, innocent niggas, guilty niggas, lying niggas, hurtful niggas, harmful niggas, hurt niggas, quiet niggas, loud niggas, ignorant niggas, church niggas, doctor niggas, lawyer niggas, entrepreneur niggas, broke niggas, hustling niggas, honest niggas, trustworthy niggas, loyal niggas, loving niggas, compassionate niggas, caring niggas, family niggas, individual niggas, selfish niggas, angry niggas, bitter niggas, petty niggas, ruined niggas, sexy niggas, rare niggas, common niggas, tired niggas, hungry niggas, overwhelmed niggas, scared niggas, powerful niggas, powerless niggas, lazy niggas, weird niggas, ugly niggas, cool niggas, intentional niggas, thoughtful niggas, passionate niggas, blessed niggas, honored niggas, tragic niggas, tremendous niggas, fabulous niggas, gorgeous niggas, boring niggas, energetic niggas, excited niggas, eccentric niggas, shallow niggas, lowkey niggas, sleepy niggas, horny niggas, empty niggas, full niggas, deserving niggas, undeserving niggas, tortured niggas, exhausted niggas, needy niggas, free niggas, bound niggas, jailed niggas, partnered niggas, cheating niggas, greedy niggas, settled niggas, happy niggas, sad niggas, thankful niggas, protected niggas, unprotected niggas, ungrateful niggas, grateful niggas, aware niggas, unaware niggas, unresponsive niggas, responsive niggas, responsible niggas, unresponsible niggas, misbehaving niggas, well-mannered niggas, secretive niggas, criminal niggas, preacher niggas, deacon niggas, slut niggas, virgin niggas, dead niggas, alive niggas, musical niggas, lyrical niggas, poetic niggas, jovial niggas, community niggas, village niggas, life niggas, shady niggas, short-term niggas, sneaky link niggas, beginning niggas, middle niggas, superficial niggas, materialistic niggas, twin niggas, curious niggas, inquisitive niggas, reluctant niggas, scary niggas, heroic niggas, giving niggas, aware niggas, high niggas, spiritual niggas, religious niggas, fearless niggas, black niggas, puerto rican niggas, jamacian niggas, blasian niggas, dark niggas, light niggas, brown niggas, foreign niggas, scandanavian niggas, mixed niggas, homebody niggas, outdoors niggas, club niggas, old niggas, young niggas, entitiled niggas, spoiled niggas, hardworking nigga, single parent niggas, dog lover niggas, animal loving niggas, earth loving niggas, acting niggas, serving niggas, dedicated niggas, big dick niggas, little dick niggas, long dick niggas, skinny dick niggas, fat dick niggas, lil booty niggas, plum booty niggas, peach ass niggas, juicy booty niggas, fat booty niggas, skinny niggas, fat niggas, muscle niggas, thick niggas, slim thick niggas, thunder thighs niggas, basketball niggas, football niggas, pretty dick niggas, ugly dick niggas, tall niggas, short niggas, average niggas, singing niggas, musty dick niggas, fresh niggas, dirty niggas, slutty niggas, whore niggas, tight booty niggas, loose ass niggas, wett ass niggas, dry booty niggas, shitty booty niggas, dirty booty niggas, musty booty niggas, clean booty niggas, fresh booty niggas, hairy booty niggas, smooth booty niggas, jiggly booty niggas, muscle booty niggas, soft booty niggas, creamy booty niggas, saggy ass niggas, masculine niggas, fem top niggas, masc top niggas, dominant top niggas, submissive top niggas, power top niggas, power bottom niggas, masc bottom niggas, fem bottom niggas, vers bottom niggas, vers top niggas, top niggas, bottom niggas, hung bottom niggas, bisexual niggas, pansexual niggas, fluid niggas.

Maybe it is the water. Florida, South Carolina, Georgia, all following the same trends. People in their states migrate and take their mindset with them. Altering the cultural and social landscape. There is a certain dominance asserted with a Florida boy. It might be a quiet dominance, loud dominance, balance dominance, submissive dominance, deliberate dominance or powerful dominance. You must respect that energy and be able to absorb and reflect it back. That’s where the respect comes from with them. Don’t let them run You over. Remember why they wanted you in the first place. You are that nigga. The energy, fashion, intellect, mentality, and look is put together. Growing and evolving always. Keeping fresh with time, never in a way to make Yourself look foolish, but always to remind them that You are always current. Setting Your own trend. South Carolina niggas… well they’re just talk and flash. They want You to think that they’ve got it all put together. Often times, they got a piece here and a couple pieces there, but You will be the dominant one there. The catch with them though, is they love affection, quality time, and being affirmed. When You speak their languages, it always an easy win for You. It’s difficult to sustain though, because they want You to be open, honest, humbled, calm, nice with them, but they don’t fully return the favor. Reciprocation is the name of games always in relationships. If you expect me to give you this version of me, then I expect the same from you. How can you not agree with that? Why is it even a fuckin discussion that has to be had? Like on what fuckin planet do you think it makes sense to say, hey I need to You to be this way and that way, but me Imma just do me. Fuck no! Wrong as a bitch!! We doing this shit the same way over here. If I give you what you ask for and I can’t get the same energy in return, I’m gone show you it’s best you leave. And the Georgia boys… that’s the catch. When you meet the ones who are from here, they’re some of the best guys, at times. Now some of these niggas, is just UGHHHHH. The transplants made the shit a million times worse. Now, everything is superficial and fake. How much can you use someone for. What’s the most you can get from a nigga because hey, why not? Time is money they say. If that’s the case, then nobody should get money. If You choose to give someone Your time, then You have paid them, and they paid You. Both of You sacrifice time when choosing to fuck with each other. I get it, You think that You’re the prize all the time. So, if someone isn’t on Your perceived level, You make them pay for just Your time. Now if they meet and/or exceed the criteria, then You become just as humble to them. I can understand and respect that. If you dealing with niggas in Georgia, pray that You get a quiet nigga, or a homebody nigga. They will cherish You. They will respect You. You just need to have the one thing that You suck at… Patience! These types are the opposite of who You were. Who You are, they are the perfect match for You now. Not needing to be Seen. Comfortable in their skin and happy to be beside You. Actually, walking slightly behind You. Not because they are behind or beneath You, but because You are the star, and they want You to lead and shine. Happy to be Your fuel to re-energize when You begin to get drained. If You find one, keep him. If You get lucky to find more than one, hide them! Take Your time and let the relationships develop naturally. The right one of the group, will naturally gravitate towards you.

What You learned along the way, is that age is so fuckin relative. The niggas who should be Your target are so scattered and weak. The ones who are accessible are damaged and need to work on them. The ones You desire won’t be found in this city, and if they are, they’re at a level that You haven’t accessed yet. Until You can, realize that the value is in the quality of the experiences, relative to the age of the person. All adults are different, and at different ages do we mature through life. Some get to have the fullness of life by times they enter their 20’s. An idea most niggas today would say is fuckin crazy. But the truth is, in this country niggas was having full lives by age 18. Kids, school, the military, the workforce. All that shit accomplished by age 18 or 19 or 20. The drawback is that they aren’t as wide open mentally oftentimes. being world experienced, and mentally aware aren’t the same things. Young niggas need to have life happen to them to understand why You live life a certain way. As they begin to understand that You see they gravitate back towards You. You are an example even through Your shit. They see a level of accomplishment, and they realize that You’re not done. You have more ambition and drive to continue growing, learning, evolving, and healing. The challenge for You is identifying who is/are the Opp/Opps. There are niggas in life that are here to destroy everything You have. Take Your peace, happiness, success away from You. Tear You down because they were already torn, or because they believe to come up You must tear down. They hide in the skins of loving, caring, affectionate men. They’ve been heartbroken before by one or multiple lovers. They’ve had an abusive past in one form or another. They getting back up and need help getting there. Those are like activation words for You. LOL. You love trying to help someone get their life together. That’s because You know the value of peace. You’ve been homeless before. You’ve been hungry, having not eaten for more than a day. You’ve had to walk everywhere You went. Having no place with Your name on it, but You can lay Your head. Living on edge because You’re so close to losing it all and having it all. It’s just a matter of time and the right breaks happening for You. That Favor shows up for You right on time. That always has reached Your heart, so You always find Yourself prone to that type of guy. And that’s why You must be careful. Because Opps are ALL in those ones. Waiting for the right Host to be the Parasite on. Draining them while getting themselves full. The right parasite will benefit You, while You benefit it too.

The lesson You learn is You can’t be the Host all the time. Sometimes, the parasites have to feed on others. Let them use their manipulative skills on the others. They feel, sense and appreciate Your realness. They choose to separate themselves so they can present themselves the right way for You. You set the standard and You enforced it without having to be mean, nasty, or harsh. You gave with a dominant grace. The messages were felt, delivered and respected. The absence and distance is because the respect is mutual, the appreciation is mutual, the feelings are mutual, so changes must happen for them to be realized. The beauty is that because of Your growth, healing, evolving, and learning, You know how to continue to grow that bond, fuel that fire, without being the Host and them being the Parasite. Learning, growing, evolving, and healing are beautiful. It’s not always easy, but it’s always necessary. It’s the reason that You could identify two Opps before they could get any closer. Before any more time was wasted. You listened and You followed the vibes/energy. Never being disrespectful in walking away. Always giving full appreciation, balancing your critique, delivering it with the strength, dominance, grace available to You. Moving forward is what must be done in all cases. Sweet niggas and smart niggas don’t mean right niggas. LOL. It takes the right mix, and I will never give away the ingredients, because they Always change.

Damn this shit really does feel good. Normally, after I’ve done these things, I sit in my thoughts. Questioning if I made the right decisions. Not trusting the instincts and gifts I’ve been given. Discerning the energy once I connect to the source, seeing the future path when I flow with nature, knowing the soul, once our spirits connect. Today, I feel good. After this, I feel released and at peace. Time to go enjoy a beautiful day!

What have You learned?

Heart Chronicles – A Father’s Day Tribute

Man… fuck! What the fuck is going on in the cosmos? Here we are again just feeling all the emotions of life. This time in the most positive of ways possible. Healing, growing, learning, developing, striving. I’m beyond proud of the man I see in front of me today. A proud Son, a determined Father, an ambitious Professional, a loving Brother, an Inspired Uncle. How did we get here? What the fuck is really happening in my life right now? Well… let’s not waste any more time. Happy Father’s Day to EVERY Father out there! From One to One!

This King that you’ve seen on display for the better part of 20 years now, came from the hood bitch. I was born in the projects, started growing and developing there. Honestly, I loved it. I used to run with my older cousins, and nigga, let me tell you something!!! It was fuckin exhilarating! Like nigga, I’m this lil ass jit, okay! My cousins are older and already developing/developed. They chasin girls and instead of me being at home, I was always with them. They used to tell me, be quiet, don’t say nothin. And what the fuck did I do…? I stayed the fuck quiet and didn’t say shit. LMFAO. Truth is, I love them for it. Because it showed me what the streets are/were. How to maneuver tactfully in the streets, when you get ready. It also teaches you how to handle yourself at all times. Authentic, direct, but approachable always. Never being too caught up on U, because that’s when U make mistakes and get fucked up. Always keep it on the whole, which starts with U! Without U, the circle doesn’t work, because U are the needle that threads it all together. Watch and see how this universe works. That’s what a Father is to me. Always underappreciated, but ALWAYS necessary. No matter what form it took in development, a true Father will ALWAYS Be present.

He will most likely not come made this way. There isn’t a blueprint, and the examples aren’t always the best or most desired. So, learning how to Be a Father is something that takes time, desire, skill, and love. Shaped from the beginning of understanding the man, and what his expected role is versus what his role needs to be. The man called Father on my birth certificate is an example of the standard, Black male Father figure. He worked and provided the majority of the income with his salary. Provided stability and certainty. Demonstrated what work ethic and hard work is supposed to look like. Also, displaying the need for balance in life. Take time away for yourself to be with the family you created. But he failed in the most important areas. He didn’t build bonds, lasting and emotional. He didn’t understand true quality time and what it meant. Far too often content with the small, nominal gestures that satisfied the bar. Wondering why the child you clamored to bear Your name sake, felt and behaved nothing like You. Never able to connect with him because You preferred to be the Man’s man. More concerned with how You look, than how Your family sees you. You used your charm and charisma to fuck around when You desired. You had the nerve to take me around one of the women. She’s a mother, so I will not disrespect her, but any of them others that You chose to slang Your dick in… bruh, just straight trash. Mostly, You.

I was always watching. I always saw and felt everything. I never talked about it because it wasn’t business to tell. It was, however, my life. Even as a kid I ran from the tragedy. Always desiring to be with my best friends, as opposed to this house. Because the man that’s supposed to be the leader doesn’t know how to lead a fuck thing, except his dick. Always wondering why, You never stepped up and moved up in Your career? Just driving them damn busses every fucking day. Until You got too old to trick off and You finally sat that down and made a couple career moves. Too late to be useful to the families You created. Because that’s right, You have four other children, before me, and one after me. Nigga You definitely fit in with Your times. Make them babies, and not necessarily with the same women. You have 6 different Mothers of Your children. Your first born is the one who was the most like You. Moved just like You. Nasty and trifling. And it was there that Your downfall came. The final nail in Your coffin came after his memorial service. When You stood there, grinning for the people, Salesman for the family, basically meaning You, and betrayer in the eyes of the woman You regret most.

As a kid, I always knew the role you played. You were the parent who was involved enough that You were present. They saw You when it was time to get the shine. Your son, who has Your name is out here showing out again. Whether in the Hood elementary schools, after school, Suburban elementary school, I was gone stand out no matter what. It’s just who I am. When I want something, I’m gone get it. If it’s meant to be mines, when I apply pressure, it’s coming home. You ate that shit up out in them streets. Always talking to Your people about what I’m accomplishing, and how I’m accomplishing it. Knowing that My Mother wants me to know ALL of my family, we gravitate, now, to Your side of the family more. Around for all the family shit. Cookouts, family functions, church, all that shit. I’m seeing all my cousins more frequently. Around during the holiday season. Being compared to my younger cousin. We’re a year apart so close enough to compare, in their eyes. Because I was always thought of as more on my momma side, Your people were always sketchy with me. Showing commercial love always, but really only a few of them fucked with me for real. We were never gone fit into their Churchgoing ass circle. You never had the balls to tell them to back the fuck up, so we knew that it was gone be up to us to find our way to fit in. Some Father you are. Your family needs You to be the leader, and You bitch up. Preferring to be preoccupied with who knows the fuck now.

That experiment eventually crashed and burned. Although, it came back a couple times out of necessity. Always showing that it has potential, but never can be fully realized because You could never be a leader. I saw You always proud of me when I showed out. You also beamed whenever me and my siblings were able to join together. Problem was, them niggas couldn’t stand Yo ass. My sisters were always partial to You though. So, I always knew of their presence, more than my older brothers. Awards ceremonies, You were always counted on to be there. The big ones only. The smaller, intimate affairs, reserved for my mother. When I tore the house down in front of the school board in elementary school. Nigga, You ate that shit up. I was the fuckin show, and You made sure Your name got dripped on. My mother prepared that prince that night. She does that grunt work. Polishing my skills, always pushing my vernacular growth. Never allowing me to start something and see it to a conclusion. You were out there pounding pavement, much respect to You for that. But You failed to do the work. End of elementary school saw me show my ass AGAIN. And there You were, present to get the shine, overstepping my mother. Boy scouts, You did the same thing. When it was competition time, Yo ass was front and center. When it’s grind time, just me and her. Your example was always lacking in the personal department. Never fully appreciating that I watched You, because You were my example. Purposefully chosen to bring Your legacy into the world. And just like with Your other children, You were absent in being a fully present Father.

Presidential Academics and Physical Fitness. You were lights, camera, action for those moments, bro. Smiling for the people, lovingly embracing Your family. Allowing the audience to see that this is a proud, two parent household. Meanwhile, behind the doors, You can’t keep Your dick to Yourself. You bring me along with You to the woman’s house, who would become Your sixth and final mother of Your child. How disgusting of a role model can You be? Buying Your son’s silence and praying on his compassionate heart. Knowing that the love he has for his mother would see him hurt in silence, before he wanted her to hurt out loud. Praying on that to wedge him and his mother. You were the worst kind of Father. Present and destructive. The absent Father is destructive, because his active presence makes the difference in his sons’ life. You are the worst, because You have the power to help shape a generational leader. And You chose to try and poison him instead. You knew that I have greatness inside me. It was always and is always on display. You didn’t know how to grow and transcend, because You chose to be stuck in the paradigm of what the traditional Church said a Black Man was supposed to be. And Your family was too stuck up the religion’s ass to tell You the fuckin truth. Except one, and that’s she was always my favorite auntie. Her daughters my favorite and most loyal cousins.

When You, the Father, saw the first signs that Your son was gay, the reaction by You, was to show me straight porn. To introduce me to titties and pussy, dick and ass. That’s where You fucked up, and You never knew it. Hell yea I loved watching that shit. At first, it was because of the fuckin. I loved seeing the big, black dick slide in and out of the wett pussy. But after a short time, I didn’t give a fuck about the pussy, I became fixated on the man. His chiseled body, that bush that led down to his shiny, massive, hard, chocolate dick, beautiful balls, and his perfect, plump, soft, juicy ass. Like nigga damn, let me come join and fuck the shit out You, while You fuck the girl. HAHAHA. Anyway, this was your attempt to get me to understand sex, the traditional nature of it, and who I’m supposed to fuck. Then the next step was to attempt to bond with me by talking about Your fucking stories. How You slept with different women, and when You didn’t want to fuck them, You laid in bed with them, with Your dick between Your legs. Interesting anecdotes from Your life. Needless to say, You didn’t try understanding me, and You didn’t ask any questions to try and figure me out. Just used the normal male bonding shit, that failed miserably. As a man, and a Father You let the mother of Your fifth child find out about Your sixth child through the streets. How the fuck do You justify that? Then You didn’t facilitate the introduction of Your youngest two children, of course the women of the family had to engineer that. Some Father You are, right. What do I do with that? I’m watching my family crumble, and my example isn’t show me a fuckin thing, except for what not to do.

Right before this crumble, You had actually managed to build a nice little family unit. We got to another crowning moment for Your son and You followed through on call. Showing up, beaming like a chess cat. Your son did it again. Being chosen from his peers to be The Master of Ceremonies, fancy words for Host, LMFAO, for his school business program awards ceremony. Being part of the class and the student chosen to host this show was magnanimous. You would never miss this, but when I was selected as Student of the Year for this same class program, You missed. Smaller and more intimate, but more impactful. Recognized at the local/regional level again. Money given, thankful that my mother got her shine that day. But today, oh that’s big-time day, You need Your shine. Your son is the one controlling the mike. You showed Your ass like only You can. And me, well I showed out like only I can. That day, a perfect match for You. Danger awaited though, and You failed to be a Father to me. Now we’ve managed to get past the fuck shit You did, and the family unit is coming back together. No thanks to You but You didn’t torpedo it, so credit given to You there. You actually became a functional Father for the first time towards the end of my high school career. You saw me accomplish things small and large. You allowed Yourself to be present for a while. I could see why people found it so easy to gravitate towards You. When You were put together, You had an attractive package to offer. You knew popular culture to an extent, You tried to maintain Your relevance. You made the room slightly more comfortable with Your quick wit and intellect. The family units began to blend better together. Both sides of my family connected and connecting. But again, warning ahead, lightening yet to strike, and it would eventually yield the death blow.

Understand that when I graduated high school, I gained an appreciation for You that I didn’t have before. Because some things had happened to You along the way, and You preserved. You finally learned to step up to the plate and lead Your family. But, You had no idea what was really lurking under the surface. Your prized son is gay. He has always liked boys. Been touching, playing, feeling, fucking on them since he was a child. Numerous childhood friends know about the interactions because they were the first ones, of course. There was a particular interaction in middle school that I’ve never forgotten. That’s fuckin crazy right?? Middle school nigga. Do You know how far back that is for any of yall? Whew??!! But I remember like it happened yesterday. Standing in the classroom of my first period teacher. All the crew came in our class every morning because class starts. She’s the fun, relatable teacher and this is the fun period, the first of them. But, my longtime friend came in the class, unknowingly to me, was right behind me. The lights in the classroom were turned out, and he whispered in my ear, “Stand still let me do this, don’t tell nobody about this.” I’ve never forgotten those words, or the person who said them to me. When he did, I knew at that moment, I’ve always been watched. And by the most unexpecting people.

How would You handle all of this, when it comes out? Like a fucking BITCH. The proudest I ever saw You was my Senior Prom and after I wrecked my car. Senior Prom because I took a childhood friend, who was all grown up, like me, to Prom. Oh, we were a beautiful match. Baby girl was so beautiful. Naturally beautiful and the most radiant, comfortable smile. It was definitely saucy with me and her. You ate that shit up. Helping me get ready, giving me Your SUV for the night. Nigga You never did any of this shit to this level before. Everyone who saw us together saw the potential. None of yall understood we played for the same team. She really likes women and I really like men. Loving each other nonetheless. Having a few dates but realizing the truth and loving our friendship that much more, however strained it may be. The other was after I wrecked my car, because the reason was acceptable for You. I had a girl friend who was younger than me, and I was keeping her under wraps from just yall for months. LOL. She was fine too. Tall, dark, slim, ran track. She definitely was a baddie, real shit. LOL. When You found that out, ohhhh, yo Bitch made ass was thrilled. She came to my going away cookout and the WHOLE family ate that shit up. Both sides loving the fact that a leading lady was in the life of the family Golden child. First to go to a major institution outside of Va. And then continuing the legacy of my older cousin, who graduated from an HBCU. I upped the bar though, Morehouse College. But the bottom came hard, and You disappeared faster than the bottom fell. The girl from high school didn’t make it, the baby scare didn’t materialize, but I found a college sweetheart. I had two options I could take. One would be going the traditional way. Every Morehouse man hopes to find himself a Spelman woman. That’s the old saying around campus. And I had one on my hip out the gate, but I had a CAU chick too. And she was pretty dope, so I chose her. When You found out that I dated in college already and it was her. Your pride showed then too. She had resemblances to my mother. A former high school cheerleader, pretty, caramel girl. That’s the last time You were a Father to me. That was the last time You truly accepted me for me.

During my first summer vacation after starting college, I got tired of hiding and lying. I wanted to live in the authentic truth of myself. I began to explore that while I was in Atlanta, at Morehouse. Talking to beautiful, Black, gay men. Never engaging, always scared of being caught or outed, at the time. But loving the conversations and the intensity of potentially being caught. Now, I’m home on vacation and the itch is still there. I need to scratch it and why not do it here. Safer, and I probably will know some of them. Turns out, I did know a few, LOL. My coming out was the end of us. The family unit ravaged, the Father humiliated and destroyed. My mother torn between her duty to be a wife, by the side of her husband, and her natural, nature instincts as a mother, sworn to protect her child at all costs. In the beginning, siding with You, to Your delight, but ultimately growing, and understanding that her son was nobody’s mistake, accident, embarrassment or outcast. You, however, fell in line with the dumb bitches on Your side of the family, and behaved like the insulant adult that You always were. While everyone else around You evolved, accepting their nephew, brother, son, cousin, uncle as being an openly gay man. You sat there and showed the nastiest part of Your ass possible. Never realizing, Bitch, You have two gay sons! You always have! I been knew Your other son was queer. We talked about it so many times during my late teenage years. Yup, I’m gay and You lost Your shit. My Father, closed himself off in his room anytime my boyfriend came over. You didn’t eat dinner with the family, and my mother was left to look stupid as fuck because she has to explain Your grown ass Bitch man behavior. You didn’t care that You were a Father and Your son needed Your support. This was You. How embarrassed You felt because You have a son who likes to suck dick, get his dick sucked, fuck butt and get his butt fucked, by men.

For years You acted as the petulant child that I was supposed to be. My mother continually forcing You and Your “I am Religious” family to accept her son as he is. Not understanding that, a few of them at the table rock the rainbow, just like me… LOL. OOpps!! Consistency didn’t matter to You. Same man for three years and You didn’t care. It wasn’t a woman. NO titties, no pussy, no grand kids with Your name. The name whose name I was given, three years after my birth, didn’t want to be associated with me. Forced to interact with me or do things for me, because my mother or my grams got in yo ass. Sad and pathetic. Every time momma came to see me, You would take vacation and stay up there. Being the Bitch ass man that You are. What kind of Father doesn’t go support his hardworking, successful son? You have never, ever seen any place I’ve ever called home. And yet You live freely, comfortably, ably, every day of Your life. Never once trying to understand who I am. Where I originate from. You didn’t/don’t care. You told my momma that she shouldn’t be focused on her son. That I shouldn’t be in her house. That You are supposed to be her only focus. When she told me this, I immediately drew sadness and sorrow before I drew anger and rage. Sadness and sorrow, because for a man who had recovered from having a massive heart attack, and having heart surgery, You sure were very selfish and dissociative from the life You helped create.

Years passed and never did You make or take a step to heal or rebuild. Despite the numerous times I reached my hand out to You, it was always returned empty. Despite me knowing that You were cheating on my momma when we first got the computer and internet. You would get on the computer in my room and join chat rooms. Lying that You were 35 or 40, and that You were single. Trying to hide it from me and her. Not knowing, that, again, I’m always watching You. You were my first role model. Disappointing as You were and are, those are undeniable facts. You killed that so many times. Which brings us to the moment that doomed You for life. When all the final steps were taken to remove You from Us. Take the lineage back from You. What should have been Your proudest and most exemplary moment, turned into the most tragic and damning.

The memorial service for Your first born. First act of betrayal, You entered the church and saw the two of us, and You ignored us as though we didn’t exist. Sitting two rows up. She gave You a pass because this was the memorial service for Your son. Emotions can be quite high at this point. But the final move was the death knell. Exiting the church, You stand there greeting the guests who attending. Smiling, and shaking hands, hugging and comforting. You too, wiping the occasional tear from the cracks of Your eyes. You see her, and You straighten up immediately. Smiling and acknowledging her first, as she is in front of me. Speaking to a guest to the right of me first, giving enough time, in his mind, for my momma to walk past, he looks directly into my face, connecting my eyes and doesn’t utter a word. Doesn’t acknowledge my presence, except for the smallest tip of his hat, before moving on to the next guest. My momma had stopped to wait for me and saw the whole thing with her own eyes. When we got to the car, she asked me did You speak to me? Of course, I told her the truth that You didn’t and that was the domino that sealed Your fate. That sparked the changes in history that are forever etched. Losing Your right to claim that You have a piece of history. I entered under You, I exited separate from, detached from You, not my Father’s name sake, but My own.

What makes the situation worse, is that when my brother passed, You lied to my sister about having my phone number so I could be informed. She went out on faith, hoping that I had the same number she last had, which I do. LOL. We talked and she told me the truth. WOW, nearly 20 years later and You still have the same vitriol in Your heart that You would attempt to deny me knowing that blood family died. Yeah, some Father You are. That’s how I got to be here today. I really don’t have any male role models that helped grow me, shape me, mold me, develop me. My first ever boyfriend. That man did so much for me. He was the one that I drew so much from in my teenage/early 20’s years. From all the years of all those examples, watching tv, talking to friends, peers, classmates, teachers, and professors, I learned and developed myself into the Father that my kids have seen. I have a love for them that I can’t explain. They are beautiful people that I have had to learn how to be the present Father they need at each part of their journey. Being able to relate to Your sons is invaluable. What a Father gives to his son is something that can’t be quantified.

You have to be disciplined enough to not do when Your child wants You to do. They feel that they need You to do. There are times when You learn that always doing never allows them to grow to become doers. Loving enough to know when to back off. When to comfort and secure. Go reaffirm and substantiate them. So often we miss that mark. Always willing to be critical of someone, but not quick enough to give praise, reassurance, and comfort. Affirm Your children, they need to know that there’s support for them. Admitting to Your mistakes and wrongs. It’s okay to say I was wrong. It’s okay to admit that You have emotions You can become emotionally unstable. Admitting that You enjoy sex and have strong sexual drives. Being willing to share Your life and the story of Your life with Your son. They need that relatability. They need to feel comfortable to be themselves and talk honestly. Always thinking about how they’re feeling and coping with life and the obstacles that it throws. Never letting them get too far away from You. Always willing to give them space to grow and evolve. Allow them to develop so they can appreciate the lessons taught through silence and absence. Understand that a present Father can also step back, not to be uninvolved, but to disengage to allow You to learn and understand and experience Yourself. Actively present Fathers try to be Superman all the time, until they realize that they will need to be Jefferson Pierce, Black Lightning reference.

It doesn’t mean we don’t make mistakes or realize that we could’ve done things different or better. It’s that we accept that we fucked up. Not because I wanted to, but because either I didn’t know, or I thought I knew, and there was another, possibly better, way to address things. Love is about compassion for those moments as well. I’ve made sure to teach my sons that lesson. It’s hard to do but it must be done. Confidence and knowing how and when to find it. Understanding the next phases of life. Understanding money management, social engagement, financial discipline and literacy. The importance of having a strong reputation and legit face card. Always willing to stare down the truth good, bad, and fucking ugly. Live unapologetically and genuinely. Accept only which You desire to, and don’t let down keep You down. Be resilient.

If You know me, like for real know me, then You know who I am. You know the way I live my life and how I choose to live it. Thank You to every Man out there who has Fathered a child. You were responsible for the creation of so many brilliant and beautiful people. To ALL the Fathers who are and continue to be present in their kids’ lives, THANK YOU. To ALL the Fathers who made mistakes that took You away from Your kids, but You’ve made amends, and You are there, THANK YOU. Every Father who sacrifices his life for the freedoms given in this country, THANK YOU. I hope today someone remind You of just how special and loved You are! Again, HAPPY FATHERS DAY

Heart Chronicles – Growth Shines

True shit… I have always struggled with the urges to be the savior. So many times, I came across people who were good at heart. Genuine, as much as one can be, when you’re struggling to live day to day. It’s relatively easy to catch someone when they’re down and build them up. Some would call them projects… LMMFAO! Until they paused long enough to realize they too, were now a project. They present themselves in many different forms. The social media lover, lol, always publicly in a relationship, which privately kills it before a foundation can be built. But, the chemistry is automatic. The sex is always explosive and intimate. Soo close to making the bond much stickier, every time pulling back for some unknown reason. Like our souls are saying now is not the time. Wanting to protect each other’s heart, as opposed to submitting the humid lust that permeates the air. And then it starts to happen… you catch him at the best/worst time. Ending the last public fuckuationship. Yup, I said it. Done for the ultimate benefit of their pockets, but he is truly a hopeless romantic at heart. Just be the right type and he’s going to do whatever you say. When you’re the right look, but the wrong type… you must catch him at the perfect moment. But you got to see why he’s so loved by those closest to him. His heart is pure. He will follow you because he will love you, but he’s terrified to give up the fast life. It’s what he knows best.

The sneaky link, that becomes a crush, that becomes a friend, that becomes…? Questions of how do you present to him? What do you really want from/with him? Are you sure you can handle the pressure that will come? But see, here is his problem… just like the one before, but on a much more lowkey level, he’s a popular man in the streets. HAAAA!!! But the two of you share an unspoken bond, a link that formed more tightly than you anticipated. Never expecting this, but certainly open to entertaining him. Can you afford the lifestyle? Better yet, can you pull him up enough and until he can get himself situated? If you can, you might just have found someone special… but it’s not that easy. You must balance chasing with being chased. The fearless king that wants it all, but really doesn’t have the foundation. Flying higher than he can smoothly fly. Desiring to experience the turbulence to gain the needed life experience. He presents the characteristics that you love in a man. He’s ambitious and determined. He wants to show his versatility thou. He wants to have love… not the kind that plays and toys, but the kind that sticks and builds something. Problem is, like I said, he’s not fully armed with the needed tools to succeed on your level, right now. With time and guidance, he can, and will be a dominating presence for years to come. Right now, he’s not right for you.

The new guy that arrives with his shit together. Career minded and focused but loves a good time. Desires your company. Enjoys your vibe and aura. Sees your potential just as you see his. This time there’s no need to pull anyone up. Both of you are career minded. You are farther, but he’s not that far behind you. Allow yourself to indulge in him. It’s allowable for you to feel the full pleasure of your hard efforts. The only problem here is that you live on opposite ends of the city. Wheeeewwwwww.. traffic much. LOL. Before, you wouldn’t really allow yourself to test these waters because he was too far. But he’s been to you multiple times now… Return the favor and enjoy yourself. Don’t wait too long though, he’s willing to be a little patient, but if you hesitate, he’s gone. What do you do? Cuz there’s also the typical type you have that someone else fits. LOL. He’s bright, college almost graduate, employed, and aspiring professional. Right down your happy ground. He’s comfortable in his skin, and it’s unique, much like you. He keeps himself busy and that’s the problem, right now. You desire more and he wants to provide that for you. However, he has college son at home problems. You must relax and allow this to breathe. Your ability to feel the moment and have patience has been clutch for you. Do you maintain this patience? Push a little and make the dynamic try to fit your perspective? The flow has always been best.

The nerd, butch queen is still ever present too. Learning how to respect boundaries at all times is a challenge. You’ve been doing what you don’t too with him because once you decided to explore him, you had to grow him to adapt to you. It’s challenging, but truth is it’s been worth it. Because he comes with himself put together in almost all aspects of life. He would definitely aide in your update and upgrade. Religiously wanting to keep you current, even though he knows your appetite for life will demand that you remain current and inquisitive. The energy always surprises. Learning the softer, mellower, yet direct, cutthroat you has been jarring. You chose to have patience, but you demand respect. You’re going to find out very soon, if you should stay or exit stage left. Mr. Smooth School boy is back again and not going away quietly. His problem is that he’s very green still. He needs to find himself more and fully understand his body. Can you sit around and commit to that? You understand his love and affinity for you. It’s beautiful and you appreciate it with all of your soul. The ability to allow two different belief sets spiritually connect and coexist is divine. That goes to provide that both are right. Two different, yet similar belief sets can be true, peacefully. Always appreciative for you. Enjoying your time and presence, not understanding that simply showing up isn’t enough. You want more, but you’re not putting more effort. Growth must happen, and you can’t make it happen. You must allow him to evolve on his own. The guidance thing again… LOL. What are you going to do there?

And then there are the three aces. Always have been put together and ready. Away from you though, and that’s the catch with each of them. Different people, different energies, different experiences, but all of them so dynamic that the second confirmation is given, EVERYONE else is DONE. I’m never sure when the day is going to come that one of them really pushes their cards in the table and take the leap to live life with me. All of them show me, in their own ways, how they receive my energy and understand the purpose. Not to just keep pouring into them, only to be used on them other niggas. That soon, very soon, the time will come for us to take our place beside each other. Ready, willing, desired, and able to take this life journey and live it.

All of these situations diametrically different from each other. None of them alike. All with distinct personalities. Fitting some part of my complex inner being. I find comfort in each of these men that cannot be explained. Allowing each one to disqualify themselves from the ultimate perch, while allowing all of them plead their cases. I watch and observe it all. It will never be enough to just physically fit my needs. To be with/around me, you must be able to touch other facets of me. I’m proud of myself. I haven’t chosen anyone. I’m eliminating and evaluating, some have already fallen off, others are regaining footing and momentum. Preparing to understand the terms at play. Dropping hints of their pending character development. Stick around and I’ll see what you share. Desiring now me to share, because that’s what his current need is. Is the allure of balance in the future the reason for his continued journey in my life? IDK, because even when everything stopped, there the both of you were. Continuously in communication with each other. Explanations provided when the time lapse was too long. Never overextending; now showing signs of wanting to extend from sparce to sometimes, expressing a desire for more. Proclaiming his presence when the crowd is gathered. How fuckin grown is that bro. Like, the nigga openly made it known that he wants to be around you during that time. No strings, no questions. Now, openly proclaiming his desire for more of you. Is it real or just like everyone else that’s not quite put together, is this a means to an end? Parlaying that affection for him, into favors for him. Not coming to you anymore, meeting him now. Monitor the situation, though it was acknowledged that wheels are down, so that’s played an even larger role. But, here yo ass stand.

In the past, I would’ve forced myself to choose one. Letting most of them go, holding on to the one or two I have the closest bond too. Losing out on possibly better because I want to play hero, and don’t wanna be patient to allow people to sort themselves out. Not anymore. Feeling the vibe, understanding the moment, setting the tone and mood. That’s how you stay dynamic. Always able to command attention if/when wanted or needed. Today you had the floor and you dictated terms to all. Remember who you are. Not who you were. Yes, they know who you were, and what you did. They also see you for who you are now. Giving you the shine and respect you’ve earned. Stand the fuck up, stick yo got damn chest out, and take a fuckin bow. Now, get on your shit. We’re just warming up. There’s a lot to do and be done. Time to go. That’s going to sift through them very quickly. New home, new start, new life.

Growth is a mother fucka. You have to do to be better. It’s never going to be easy, but it will always be necessary. The more quickly you accept that growth is painful sometimes, you will have the grace to endure it.