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adulthood: when does it begin?

i was having a conversation with good friend of mine about being an adult.

we were talking about career moves, and i mentioned that it will soon be time to move up in it, so that i can move on up to the east side, to that deluxe apartment in the sky and become a sorta-grownup.

society tells you that owning a home is a sign of adulthood. but is it really? or is it just what we’ve sold and told for so long, and few people bothered to question it?

i mentioned a few other things that could be deemed as solidifying one’s adulthoodness, including becoming a parent, buying a car, owning stocks.

but as he asked, do those things really mean you are an adult?

good question. we’d like to say yes, but the answer is no.

there are plenty of people out there, who had the money to buy a condo – but that doesn’t necessarily make them a responsible adult. they could be surviving on payday loans, just to keep up appearances. and we all know there are some people who should NOT be parents as they haven’t grown up themselves.

so what does it really mean? adulthood. is it an age? is it when the government says you can vote, drink, smoke, join the army?

is it when you leave the nest to stand on your own 2 feet?

is when you make life or death decisions that can alter your life forever?

is it when the bank approves you for a loan and you have ‘good debt’?

is there a definitive point or action that officially denotes that your childhood is over?

the more questions i ask, the more uncertain i become of the answer.

we all know that age aint nuthin but a number – maturity escapes some people and embraces others at various ages. this depends on their life circumstances and how they were raised to be. (my e-girlie Muze wrote a great post about this just recently.)

the age of majority or legal age as determined by the government, also means nothing. There are some states that will allow you to get behind a wheel, allow you to pick up a gun and fight for your country, but still not let you have a glass of wine with dinner.

leaving the nest can happen at all sorts of times, for all sorts of reasons. it might be the one that denotes adulthood the most, as you stop to be taken care of (for the most part) and are now responsible for yourself. does that mean people who don’t leave home are not adults? i’d say, it depends on the reason they haven’t left. if its to help family out and act as a caregiver – no. you’ve become a parent in a way and aren’t just a dependent. but if it’s because you are too lazy/afraid/cheap to step out on your own and cut the ties – then i would say yes. i know far too many men (sorry,  but it’s true), that allow/expect their moms to cook/clean for them, all while they live there under the premise of ‘saving to buy a house’. if that’s really the goal, there should is should be S.M.A.R.T., not never-ending and open-ended.

more so with girls than boys, the loss of ones virginity mean the loss of innocence and therefore childhood. maybe because as soon as we hit puberty, we are aware that we can officially bring life into the world. to have sex, means to exchange part of yourself with another person. if you do it without properly protecting yourself – you might end up with having to make a decision you will have to live with for the rest of your life.

im actually not. have you been in 1 lately? was stuff always that expensive? #stuffadultssay

i know for me, i have still have some childish ways. i love markers and stickers. i love watching rudolph the red-nosed reindeer at Christmas time. i like wearing mittens. i like kraft dinner. i occasionally call my mom mummykins. i still believe in magic.

but i’m a big kid now – i have bills to pay or there will be consequences, i have taxes to file and insurance to protect my valuables. i have a retirement savings plan. but i still am not sold on whether i want to be responsible for a house someday or not. i like having someone else be responsible for broken bathrooms, leaky pipes and such. i dont want to know what a property tax is and the life of being re-assessed by the taxman.

life can change in the blink of an eye and your perspective on life can change based on the cards you are dealt.

until then, i’ll be the kinda-sorta-grownup that i am.

kbe.

what say you? what defines being an adult? when is the end of childhood? do you have to own a home to be considered an adult?

music moves me: i’m here

If you’ve seen the show – this was Celie’s moment of clarity at the end. I bought the soundtrack when I saw it on Broadway, and every so often will listen to it to be inspired. Just reading the lyrics doesn’t do it justice.

Similar to The Greatest Love of All by Whitney Houston, this song makes me feel like I can do anything, get through any obstacle thrown my way.

I’m gonna take a deep breath
Gonna hold my head up
Gonna put my shoulders back, and look you straight in the eye
 
I believe I have inside of me, 
Everything that I need to live a bountiful life
With all the love, alive in me
I’ll stand as tall as the tallest tree
 

Confidence. It sometimes it’s hard to find, hold and maintain. But when you feel good about you, your skills, your looks – man…can you feel unstoppable!

And I’m
Thankful for everyday that I’m given,
Both the easy and hard ones I’m living

How powerful is that? If you consider yourself blessed only during the good times, are you truly grateful? Can you know good without the bad?

But most of all,
I’m thankful for -
Loving who I really am.
 
I’m beautiful
Yes,
I’m beautiful
And I’m here.  

This may take some a lifetime to get to, and you might not feel this every single day, but if you can…the world is yours.

kbe.

what say y’all? do you have songs that you use as motivation to get you through?

music moves me: love & whitney

the one and only.

this week was going to be all about love.

today, was going to be about some of my fave songs..with the word love in it.

and then, saturday – the unthinkable.

the world lost one of the greatest talents.

so this post was edited to include the best of Whitney Houston’s songs of love.

the great part about them all, is that it’s not all about the romantic love.

she spoke of love of self. love for others. love from a higher being.

which makes this post all the more heartbreaking to do.

you truly do not know what you have until it’s gone.

The Greatest Love of All – Whitney Houston

I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone’s shadows
If I fail, if I succeed
At least I live as I believe
No matter what they take from me
They can’t take away my dignity
Because the greatest love of all
Is happening to me
I found the greatest love of all
Inside of me
The greatest love of all
Is easy to achieve
Learning to love yourself
It is the greatest love of all

in the above video – she’s singing in South Africa for the 1st time post apartheid after the election of Nelson Mandela. could the line they can’t take away my dignity be any more poignant?

we don’t really think about loving ourselves before loving another. we pay the idea lip service more than anything else. and yet..once you finally do learn to love yourself – it truly is the greatest love of all.

My love is your Love – Whitney Houston

‘Cause your love is my love
And my love is your love
It would take an eternity to break us
And the chains of Amistad couln’t hold us

If I lose my fame and fortune
And I’m homeless on the street
And I’m sleeping in Grand Central Station
It’s okay if you’re sleeping with me

i’ve read some analysis that she’s speaking to her ex-husband in this song. and she could be. but she could also be expressing her faith. her love for God. even if she is speaking about a man – it’s the kind of lyrics reminiscent of wedding vows. the better and worse that people pledge to endure when getting married. and yet, all too often – people stay for the good and bail at the 1st sign of the bad.

and if she is talking to God – then the lyrics are 100% right. no matter who you believe in, one knows that faith gets one through tough situations. and that with faith – you are never alone.

the song.

that song.

one of the most heart-wrenching love songs ever. the longing. the sadness. all the things that love can encompass.

I hope life treats you kind
And I hope you have all you’ve dreamed of.
And I wish to you, joy and happiness.
But above all this, I wish you love.

i’ve only ever ended 1 relationship, in which i could genuinely say the above about the person. my love may have change from the romantic to the general, but it would always be there.

but nothing is more moving in this song, than the voice itself. and it’s been a long time, and may be a long time when we can say just that about an artist.

much has been said in the past few days, even more will be written in the days to come.

but what i take from Whitney’s songs of love, is that it can sustain you. it can guide and direct you. it can fill your soul or break your heart.

it can move you.

and that’s all we could ever ask for.

kbe

what say you? what is your fave Whitney song (with or without love)?

Beyonce and the baby. There is a lot of interesting dialogue – she wasn’t pregnant, she aint have no baby, nobody’s body comes back like that…(as if all women’s bodies react the same) Ironically, most of this slander is by women, but I digress.

One of the other topics when she dropped the mic & rubbed the belly, was the notion of the right and wrong way to become a parent. She did it the “right way” by being married first and stable.

While right way denotes a wrong way, (and is incredibly judgemental) I’m not entirely in disagreement with the premise of what the argument is. Growing up as little girls we sang and  that “first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in the baby carriage”. We grew up our whole lives with this. Movies. Books. TV shows. Our Parents. This just the way it was supposed to go.

But life is what happens when you are busy making plans. And man have times changed since we were those little girls. And some make the tough decision to bring life into the world, despite not having a ring or even a man in their lives to support them.

I’ve had many conversations with people over the years about why I wouldn’t want to be a single mom. Some of them are the usual typical reasons, and others are personal to me. But what has been interesting is having these kinds of conversations with single parents. It is never my intention to hurt, demean, insult the lives of others. I only speak of what I know, because I’m somewhat ignorant to the other side of the fence. I am surrounded by strong women who did what they had to do and are raising or have raised great kids. These women know that I love them, their babies and give my support in any way that I can. But it’s a very personal decision and what works for some, definitely does not work for others. Some of my reasoning includes:

Financial. As I look at the sad amount in my RRSP – I realize that taking care of myself is hard enough. When you live solo as I do, I am responsible for all the bills. No one to split the cable with, share the responsibilities of the groceries. And when you work as hard as I do sometimes, it’s hard to not want to spend some of that on yourself in the form of some new clothes, sexy shoes, a bag you’ve coveted for ever. The financial investment of a child is beyond what I can imagine being able to do by myself. And while there are great resources out there now – it’s still a heavy burden to bear by oneself.

Work. I love, love love what I do. Love. It’s a career I fell into after school, have taken it in a few directions, but have managed to slowly build and make a name for myself. I even started a side business, continuing to do what I love, but in my own way, on my own terms and getting paid what I’m actually worth! This career requires me to be able to drink, schmooze, network and carry tables. I can get home at 2-3am, and be required to be at the office at 9am the next morning. There is no rhyme or reason to the day. Children require structure. They need to be fed, bathed and sleeping at a certain time. Could I give up the career I love and sacrifice the business I’ve started to build for a home of structure and security for a child? And since I have to work, could I take a pay cut, go into a field that doesn’t inspire me in the least for the sake of another?

i would want this. then again...i want this now!

Support. More than just the financial, but the physical and emotional. Someone to make sure you are eating properly, will rub your back, will put the baby to sleep just so that you can get a 3 hour nap in and more. Someone who will lie tell you that you look beautiful despite feeling like Willy to be freed.

Not being a statistic. This is a hard one to be honest about. But it’s sad when you meet a dude who is surprised that you don’t have children by age 30. (I even had an ex, who at 27 couldn’t believe I’d never been pregnant at any point in my life…). Like celebrating fathers for taking care of their babies, this is something that shouldn’t so revered and reacted to with shock and awe. I would not want to be the parent pushing a stroller through snow to wait for public transit. I don’t want be viewed as some immoral, unethical, heathen that doesn’t know how to make decisions. (Even though these things are NOT true). I am NOT a stereotype – I am a person. I am NOT a Baby Mama, I am the mother of a human being. Sure, it shouldn’t matter what people think – but it does sometimes. And we all know single parenthood females, viewed VERY differently than single parenthood males.

Giving up on love. Dating is hard. Dating and trying to keep up your level of wants, morals and ethics while competing in an instant gratification world is hard. Trying to juggle being a woman and being a mother: extra hard. And while people becoming parents out of long-term relationships is more and more common, it’s not a secret that having a child is automatically seen as a strike against you. No matter the circumstances of that child’s reason for being. And sure, you wouldn’t want a man who doesn’t want you (and the “packaged deal” that you’ve now become), but your pool just got even smaller than it was before. While your standards have gotten higher than they were before. I’ve made it known to recent dating prospects that marriage is something that I still want (no matter how archaic and useless people believe it to be). And if I had to choose between finding a mate to spend hopefully the rest of my life with (yeah…I’m a hopeless romantic) and waiting that much longer, searching that much harder…at this point in my life – I don’t know what I would pick.

My mother. Being all things, all the time is a remarkable task. Sacrifices doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Home. There are certain things I associate with being a kid. Having a backyard to go run around in. Have a driveway to shovel and ride my bike on. That’s how I grew up. Parenting is about giving your kids the life you had or better. Remember that RRSP amount? Yeah..I’m not buying a home anytime soon. Although, my girl Boogs showed me property in North Carolina the other day (then again…I like my free health care…)

Freedom. As of now, the only thing I have to worry about when going away for a day or two is cat litter, food and water. And that’s easy enough for someone to do for me with minimal investment. I love being able to hop on Megabus to surprise my friends. Take a random trip to NY, or plan to cross some places off my bucket list. And while Paris and Jamaica aren’t going anywhere, your freedom to pick up and go is severely curtailed. At least if you are a responsible parent.

Are you strong enough. I like to consider myself a ‘strong black woman’ (whatever that is), but do I have the kind of strength to be completely selfless, caring and always living for somebody else? From the girl who leaves home at 17, to the woman who adopts because her window is closed and everyone in between, there is a deep innate need and want to be able to rise to that level. And while I think I could do it on an occasional basis when called – every day, every night for the rest of my life (or at least 30 years) is a whole different story.

It’s easy to say what I would and wouldn’t do in a hypothetical world? But what if that hypothetical world becomes real? What then? Are you ready to look at every aspect of your life for another? Bringing life into the world is a life altering thing. It can literally change the world!

But the great part of life is balance. If all we ever do is look at the bad, negative and the cons, we miss out on the good, positives and joys of life. I have friends (and hopefully commenters) that could tell me that while everything on my list is accurate. I have friends who can tell me these reasons and more were the catalyst for making the incredibly hard decision to terminate. And I have friends who can tell me, while all the reasons above are true, it still wasn’t enough not bring life into the world.

All one can ever do is examine their own life and make their choices accordingly. Honesty in this case, is the best policy.

To the single mommies out there – I salute you.

kbe.

What say you? Am I being too 1-sided about it? What might be some cons I missed? What is the flipside to the argument? How do the fellas feel about this?

a friend of mine posted the following question on her facebook a couple of weeks ago.

Fellas: You’ve cheated several times on your wife, and she steps out just once, but only for oral sex. Forgive her or let her go?

of the first few replies, they were from men whose answers ranged from the following:

  • let her go
  • cut tha fucc off
  • BULLET (which later got two likes)
  • Nah I’m sorry I wouldn’t be able to get over it she’d have to go
  • when woman cheats to give head she just degraded her self on another level that’s what a slut does but if she cheated emotionally and or just had sex It could be for a number of reasons but a woman only gives random head for one reason she’s a slew and that’s that if u ask me
  • let her go. a lady should always be a lady in every situation and not go doing stuff like that
  • either she should have left him and had the oral sex and not holding unto him and doing that. Its just disgusting and matter of fact is she is just the next whore period!
  • death sentence. unforgivable. smh the girl should go into witness protection lol. (im still trying to figure out if he means said lol)

i wasn’t all that surprised, but this comment took the cake:

First off she wouldn’t get half because I’d be smart enough to get her to sign a prenuptial agreement. She isn’t coming into here thinking if shit gets f*cked, she can take half and roll. Secondly your “wife” is putting her face between another man’ legs. Key words “another man”. In this case she deserves the boot, how would you think to forgive your wife for letting another man put his sweaty ball sack on her face leaving nut juice residue in her mouth. Then she comes home and you start smooching. It’s about principle.

why was i so not surprised, but still so disgusted?

because it’s male entitlement and double standards rearing its ugly head for the 2nd time in as many weeks.

the hate on Vanessa Bryant from the male folks (and a few women folks) is well documented. She’s a gold-digging ho for taking money that she did not help to earn.

so Kobe and regular men around the world, are entitled to a wife to ‘ride or die’ with them, stand by them, stick to their vows of ‘better or worse, forsaking all others’, but shall not ever be held accountable for their actions which may be contrary to the same vows they took as well.

two wrongs don’t make a right. but im pretty sure Vanessa would be happier to have a marriage in tact right now, than 3 houses that she can’t live in and eventually wont be able to pay for. the woman in the above (real) scenario, should have been the stronger person and filed for divorce and not staying in a situation where she’s clearly not respected. im sure both women figured that since they were married, they could literally put their lives in the hands of their spouses by not potentially bringing diseases back to their beds or bodies.

but where and why is there never/rarely onus placed on men to take responsibility for their own actions? and if there is, it can only come from and be taken seriously if it comes from a man? (and even then, he’s accused of ‘panty pandering’).

in a recent GQ article, former NFL star Terrell Owens speaks of the mothers of his children with such disdain:

“If there’s anything I’m sorry about, it’s getting involved with all that. I never suspected they were the types to do what they done in the past year.” Now he is in court with all four women, whom he lumps together like one big bloodsucking blob. None of them are being fair, he says: “They know I’m not working; they know the deal.” So bitter is his relationship with the mother of the youngest child, a son, that he has never met the boy.

it’s the women’s fault right? they went after him, forced him to have sex with no condom, he was betrayed by a woman he barely knew when she said she was on birth control. they all thought they hit the jackpot by getting pregnant by an athlete and no one should feel sorry for them, least of all the children. i mean a child coming from a one-night stand and random non-relationships is surely only due to their wily ways of entrapment right?

yes. there are many who actually believe all of the above.

if i were to get on a soap box and tell men that you reap what you sow – it’s discounted as silly woman/anti-man/feminist/i haven’t gotten laid in x period of days/dont trust anything that bleeds for 5 days and doesn’t die rhetoric.

in the facebook thread, there were probably only 1 or 2 men, that actually said that they wouldn’t dump her and the situation shouldn’t have happened in the 1st place:

I wouldn’t leave her only because I wouldn’t put myself in her mans situation where as my women feels so unappreciated she would suck a next mans c*ck

i recognize it’s easy to say what you would do when not actually confronted by the situation, and i know i shouldn’t chastise the others for ‘being honest’ and ‘keeping it real’.  but we need all types of men in these conversations. we need the good guys whose voices are quiet when we need them to be louder than those of the ignorant and dangerous. i applaud this post for saying what im not allowed to say by owning ovaries.

when the who cheats more conversation came up on twitter, it was a question of simple math. i went out and did my research, and it was still discounted. i know that i would have still posted the findings if i had been proven wrong.

but what i found amusing is the position that men took. it was invalid for a number of reasons. but i can bet all the money i have in the world, had the statistics proven them right, they wouldn’t be questioning the method of the studies. they wouldn’t being saying 20 is nearly equal to 15.

it may appear equal, but it is not.

20 is nearly equal to 15? so if you are supposed to get paid 20K, would you settle for 15K because it’s ‘nearly equal’? i’m guessing no. but maybe that’s just me and my bills.

there are times when i do have sympathy for the men folk. there are plenty of situations to be a man is not an enviable position. but there are so many times,when i wish they would take a step back from their ledge of male privilege and sense of entitlement and really look at what they are saying and what they are doing.

male privilege is real, whether you want to believe it, understand it or consciously use it to your advantage or not. the wage gap is real. in 2012, women still make less money for the same amount of work. we actually make less NOW than we did years ago. but we want to demonize Vanessa for not dribbling a basketball? would we still demonize her if she was married to the manager of Foot Locker?

when the sh*t white girls say to black girls came out, every single black girl i know could relate to that video.

every. single. one.

then some white folks came out and made claims that the video is racist. the creator of the video had to go on television to defend herself. the same accusers, could not, would not be swayed.

then a video rebuttal came out. it was very well argued post about what exactly racism is. which of course got plenty of views and cosigns. his argument about why it wasn’t racist, was taken more seriously because it came from a white guy. some people won’t be convinced one way or the other, but isn’t that type of blissful ignorance that is afforded with privilege and power?

in the end, it’s a giant mixed-up bowl of soup. everyone is out for themselves, never willing or able to see the other side of the coin or their very own arguments. everyone wants to be right and never consider the possibility of being wrong. you aren’t allowed to react emotionally to an emotional discussion. everyone is entitled to their opinion…but depending on the conversation, your opinion might be slightly less valid or important than others.

when does this merry-go-round stop? who does it start with? or will history continue to repeat and manifest itself? i truly dont know the answer to those questions. and based on the conversations are these days, am not holding my breath for positive breakthroughs anytime soon.

kbe.

what say you? am i over-reaching with this? is this less male privilege and entitlement and just simple patriarchal sexism? is it both or neither? is there room for education in the conversation, or are we doomed to a lot of talk, but never any answers/solutions?


dikembe. this dude knew something about blocking shots

the great thing about having a blog, is being able to say pretty much what i want, when and how i want.

i’m the 1st to admit that i can be defensive at times. but it’s rarely completely unjustified.

the other day on a blog, a comment was made by a reader.

I feel real sorrow when I read some of these open wound bruised, battered & sore bitter black woman rants.
Do they know? Do they care? Do they think this is a good thing? Are they okay with giving control of their behavior to somebody that truly couldn’t care less how they live?
I mean, I have so many questions. Hotline numbers. Geez…Acceptance, forgiveness & positivity will get you through most anything. It ain’t what happens to you that matters. It is how you handle what happens to you. Your attitude determines your latitude(whether you are up or down). Just get it together. Okay? I would much rather you were happy. It is a better life.

now here’s the thing.

there is a time and place for labels and pontificating. but this comment seemed, out-of-place as it was dissecting the emotional reaction of women on a blog post about sexual assault. a very charged, heated and emotional topic for many – this comment seemed to try to strip it down and lump it in with women telling stories of being cheated on or heartbroken.

i’m all for positive thinking, am an avid reader of The Daily Love – but this comment reeked of holier-than-thouism, so I opted to walk away as opposed to engaging the clearly inflammatory comment.

some other ladies followed suit. nothing was said one way or another about the above comment. just people making the decision to express that they will not comment.

then came this monologue. and the not-so-subtle shots fired.

and since another person’s blog is not the time or place to get into a pissing match with someone, and neither is twitter due to the 140 character limit, i am choosing to YOLO-@em or dap em, here in my own space, free of limits and moderation.

Are y’all saying y’all don’t think the emotional responses aren’t indicative of bitter black woman syndrome? That mess ain’t kosher. It is unresolved emotional conflict. No matter how it is sliced, that baggage will be around until it is unpacked and recycled for good.
Man, I don’t need to tell y’all nothing because y’all ain’t going to hear me no way.

But I ain’t been divorced. I ain’t been scarred by women cheating on me. I ain’t got exes hanging around. No stds…ever. No emotional baggage. I ain’t going to spend my time making somebody else sad. Some of y’all have talked with me in real life. We had issues. You blamed me. I parted ways. It is my experience that the women that frequent this website think it is okay to ask for more than they are willing to give. All I ever asked for was enjoyable conversation. I couldn’t get that from y’all. I say all of that to say: for the women I’ve talked to and the ones I avoid, believe what you want. Swear up and down that you don’t have any issues to deal with. However, you don’t get this upset about SOMEBODY else’s opinion unless you’ve got unresolved issues.

I honestly couldn’t give a sh*t less about what y’all think about me. Y’all ain’t feeding me. Y’all ain’t supporting me. And you ain’t even really pleasant half the time. Now, if I enjoy you…I really do. but the others…think what the f*ck you want.

The Champ is an OPINION BLOGGER. if you have that much of an issue with the other 150 ish other posts he’ll make because of these two posts he gave….then again….go deal with your issues. Make time. A sincere and honest appeal for you to accept yourself and that fact that you have a future but no past. Once you realize that, you should be happier. If you cannot be then you’ll not understand the most precious thing about life is time. And truly, the time you could possibly live. Stop wasting your moments being so effing bitter.

so Sage Jr, here is my reply to you.

first off, hi, happy new year. hope all is good.

the new year is a way for people to wipe the slate clean, and move on from things. one of the topics/meme’s i had hoped we had left behind is the ‘bitter black woman’. but clearly, it’s a shirt you seem to enjoy rocking and haven’t given it to goodwill yet.

you mentioned you read some “open wound bruised, battered & sore bitter black woman rants”. now as a person who writes himself, i know you know the power of words. so when using the word rant to describe emotional comments by women – you are inherently saying you are biased against their words, and automatically discount them as noise and invalid.

there are many cases where the words are indeed coming from bruised, battered and embittered women. if you could live the life of one for a day, you wouldn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what we have to deal with. and on this particular topic – when a woman has had her own body used against her, to make light of the wound that was indeed opened with the discussion that took place, shows the type of person you are.

“Hotline numbers. Geez…Acceptance, forgiveness & positivity will get you through most anything”. I don’t know if you’ve ever had the sanctity of your home and body violated, but it takes a very strong-willed person, with a wonderful support system and faith to get through each day. the best part about your comment is that, yes, there are hotline numbers for those who feel alone, ashamed and confused by the feelings that can resurface and be triggered by the simplest of things. i’ve spent many nights, talking to those women and always felt good about them knowing that i was there, judgement-free.

channelling your inner Tony Robbins was interesting. i mean, the words you typed, how could anyone have been so silly to have been living any other way? what a breakthrough! it’s as easy as 1-2-3 right? If Sagey says it, then it must mean that you should and can do it too! (this is sarcasm).

and then you came back to further challenge people walking away from your previous statements. i used to be like you, a sad panda when no one had anything to say about my witty and insightful comments. but where you and i differ – is that i don’t perceive walking away from what is sure to be a conversation that will go nowhere as weakness. you know that cliche about fighting a pig in the mud because from far, no one can tell which is which? yeah. this applies here. there was going to be no winning, because either i am the bitter black woman by sheer default of rebuking your comments or it’s just cast aside as an emotional rant. im the one walking away shaking my head in disgust (in myself for even going there), so it was a lose-lose proposition.

but let me answer your question: no, the emotional responses of women who have been victimized by a heinous crime is not indicative of the bitter black woman syndrome. black women may be the majority of women commenters on the blog you and i frequent, but this conversation would have been the same anywhere. i won’t sit here and automatically defend the words of every woman you seem to be judging, but i will say that there comes a time in every person’s life when they get tired of being considered less than. and for some, the only way to try and be heard is through crying their emotions out through the keyboards. it’s not always effective, but it’s only way some know how to do.

i presume by touting that you’ve never been hurt, cheated on, given an STD that there is a point. i’d tell you im still waiting for you to reach it, but i would be lying. (oh and since you and i frequent the same blog, we both know bitter isn’t just applicable to some of the female readers. or maybe the vss’ are better at using their words than the vsb’s that are labelling us. hmm).

“Some of y’all have talked with me in real life. We had issues. You blamed me. I parted ways.” well let’s see. if that was a summary of our twitter friendship, you pretty much summed it up. except for you’ve placed WAY more importance on yourself that i ever did. as my memory serves, we were having a simple conversation. which turned into a simple disagreement. cool. like i said above, i’m not one to engage in every fight. i am not that person in real life, nor in e-life. you took me ending the conversation and went ALL THE WAY LEFT. that made no sense to me, and since i cannot control anyone’s actions but my own, i decided instead of subtweeting about it, to just remove myself from the equation all together. no blame, no muss, no fuss. a simple unfollow sufficed. i bet you didn’t even miss me!

“It is my experience that the women that frequent this website think it is okay to ask for more than they are willing to give.” i find it interesting that you are allowed to make broad generalizations, but the emotional comment of the fairer sex is deemed a rant.  you are supposed to hold your opinion in high regard. that doesn’t mean that i have to. and if you gave me something to respect, i would. but the rhetoric you spew is shrug-worthy at best.

“All I ever asked for was enjoyable conversation. I couldn’t get that from y’all.” i’m sorry. i guess this is a you get what you give kind of world. i wonder if this is something you feel you are entitled to because you can type well and string an argument together. methinks you have a little DD in ya showing. you might want to tuck that away before you are really found out.

“I say all of that to say: for the women I’ve talked to and the ones I avoid, believe what you want. Swear up and down that you don’t have any issues to deal with. However, you don’t get this upset about SOMEBODY else’s opinion unless you’ve got unresolved issues.” but if you are avoiding certain people, why should those same people take anything you have to say seriously or into account? i’m genuinely confused. you are the one making a very far-reaching argument with no foundation or logic. everyone has issues. some even put them out there in this post. it’s become very clear, that emotions to you are something you think you can distance yourself from, and that this makes you better than people and others should follow your lead.

you are also right when you declare Champ has an opinion blogger. one who was able to honestly give an assessment of the type of person and writer he is. if i had used those words to describe him, i would have been shot many side-eyes and labelled a bitter black woman with issues. but let me be pretty clear, in this particular forum where you decided to drop your comments, you are just a commenter like me. no more, no less. you leave a comment on someone else’s post, and once it’s out there, in black and white to be consumed, ridiculed, applauded and many other things in between. you are entitled to your opinion – even if it’s wrong and makes no logical sense to the topic at hand. and i am entitled to say so. you dont have to like it or respect it.

i get that Champ coming out and saying what he wants to say, in the way he wants to say them without making apologies for it, might make him a role model of sorts in your eyes. and you tried to get a little piece of the pie and a little bit of that shine in the comment section. your comments were clear as day full of trigger words that would allow you to show how enlightened and eloquent you are, while shushing the angry black bitter chick and boosting your twitter count.

i’m sorry to say that it failed.

but hey, keep trying. even obsidian had his moments.

a wise person once RT’d: Your opinion of me is none of my business; whatever your opinion is of me, keep it to yourself. i find this ironic at best.

good day sir. im out.

kbe.

what say you? should i have left it alone? am i wrong for using my own space to defend myself? ever get have e-beef with someone?

ever had a topic just follow you around, so you feel like you have to say something?

the other day, i saw sh*t everybody says to rape victims. i watched it and nodded my head throughout the entire thing. because it’s all true. it is stuff EVERYBODY says (or wants to say) to victims of sexual assault.

these statements and questions are asked by men and women alike. they are asked by family members, friends, lovers, police officers, doctors and judges.

some of these questions are rooted in actual ignorance. knowing the biology of a man, it’s hard for many to understand how he can be sexually assaulted. but it boils down to one thing: him saying no. plain and simple. there is no, ‘my mind is telling me no, but my body is telling me yes’ here. people need to learn the physiological reaction is not always tied to the body’s emotional response.

did you know that infants can have orgasms? not the ones you may know and love, but as they discover their bodies, sucking on their fingers and toes and of course pulling on themselves, lead to the same kind of physical reaction that adults have when engaging in sexual activities. are they aware of what they are doing? OF COURSE NOT!! they are doing something because it feels nice. the guilt is only associated when they get older and chastised for doing it.

this is important, because convicted rapists have used the ‘she was wet/ he got hard, so they clearly wanted it’ excuse for years. i can’t speak for the men folk, but sometimes your body doesn’t co-operate when you are engaging in activities you DO want, so it is very possible to have an opposite reaction during activities you DON’T want. there is only so much about the body, that we can control.

i believe there are two kinds of ignorance in the world: an ignorance meaning innocent lack of knowledge and the other is a deliberate lack of understanding. not having the information and education is very different from touting one’s opinion, based on stereotypes or tv shows is another.

i remember seeing The Accused on tv when i was very young (definitely too young to watch it or fully digest it). but all the stereotypes and misconceptions in the movie, are still held today. it’s pre-conceived notions such as ‘she was asking for it’ and ‘what did she expect doing/wearing/saying that’ that are not only ignorant but very dangerous.

then my e-world exploded when a large and well-respected blog posted ‘“Rape Responsibility,” And The Fine Line Between Victim-Blaming and Common Sense’. i’ll be very honest when i say, i have not read the post. the title alone told me it’s not something i would not be able to handle. i read both sides of the argument (the day after) and instead of being angry, have decided to get to edumacating some folks.

the gist of the e- war of words was this: many women, who have indeed been sexually assaulted felt it came dangerously close to saying they should have taken more care to avoid the situation. many men (and some women), felt that victims and survivors inferred too much and got frustrated that we can’t speak common sense to people without accused of victim-blaming. a fine line and a fine mess indeed.

the problem is this – not all crimes are created equal. robbery is simple: i want what you have and will jack you for it. vehicular homicide is simple: i made a bad decision and someone lost their life as a result. sexual assault is a sticky can of worms, as it not about sex at all, but about gaining control and power over someone’s body. the reason it’s important to know this, is so that we can further the discussion about real responsibility. but since there are people running around with different ideas of what sexual assault really is, is there any wonder why we don’t know how to stop it?

according to the Canadian Criminal Code (the law of the land), Section 271 defines Sexual Assault as :Somebody touches you in a sexual way on purpose, directly or indirectly, without your consent.

that seems pretty clear to me. if im out for my birthday, getting crunktastic, even if i make the bad decision to go home with a dude i don’t know, if i DID NOT CONSENT to sex, it is a crime. when in doubt, ask. it’s really just that simple. or at least it should be. the criminal code doesn’t say anything about what the victim is wearing, drinking or otherwise. all that is needed is consent. the absence of no is NOT a yes.

let’s take it one step further. women are often told to be careful of where they go, how they dress, what they drink, who they flirt with. and sure, it seems common sense enough. i, and most women accept that there are strange creepy men who want to do strange, creepy and illegal things to me and i should have my wits about me to best protect myself. again, nothing wrong with that. as many men pointed out, to protect your car – you enable a car alarm, to protect your house – you lock your doors.

but again, there are 3 problems at work here. my body is not a house. it is a living, breathing moveable object. every day i leave my house, it is at risk of being hit by a car, fall down some stairs or worse. there is no car alarm and insurance plan for my body.

seems silly doesn't it? probably because those 'prevention' tools aren't ever mentioned

the other problems is that it assumes that the onus is on me to prevent someone from committing a crime and that doing those things actually decrease the chances of an assault from happening. when nothing can be further from the truth. even if i leave my doors unlocked, the responsibility is on someone to NOT walk into my house and steal my stuff. this is a reasonable request to place on people. as a driver, i can be sober when driving home, but all it takes is someone who, is not to end my life or seriously injure me. but you would never tell people not to drive at night, in areas that have bars/clubs.

the scary, dark-alley way assaults as featured in Rihanna’s Man Down video, as scary as it, and as REAL as it is – only accounts for a low % of all sexual assault cases. we’re more likely to suffer the scene from For Colored Girls, than we are from The Accused.

and that’s where the real truth about rape responsibility comes from. we need a boogieman. we need an invisible monster to try to protect ourselves from. because the alternative? knowing that your best friend, your barber, your cousin, your husband, your pastor, your ball coach is more likely to be accused and guilty of a sexual assault is that much harder to swallow and comprehend.

that’s why when children are betrayed by family members, it messes them up on so many levels, because we’re told as kids not to talk to strangers. they are dangerous and can hurt us. but what about uncle who keeps tickling me and touching me in the places you told me were private? or the cousin who wants to play doctor and reenact the scene he saw on late night tv one night? what about the guy you’ve known for years who decides that because he’s attracted to you, he’s going to attempt to take what he wants, no questions asked?

we don’t want to tell girls not to trust any man around them. those girls will grow up never letting a boy get from 1st to 3rd base. those girls will make a boy wait before she gives him her virginity. those girls will never let a man in her house until he’s her husband and has been vetted by the other men in her life. i’m not saying that all of this boils down to men needing girls to be more naive and trusting of certain men than others just to get in her pants – but i’m probably not that far off from a truth either.

during the cold war, all the villains in American action movies were from Soviet countries. after 9/11, terrorist became synonymous with Arab and Islam. but no one ever likes to talk about Timothy McVeigh, the born-bred-and raised White American who targeted and killed innocent people on his home soil, against his own people. we don’t like to talk about it or think about it, because it would make us too wary and distrusting of every person you see. if the terrorist isnt just the colored, hijab-wearing peoples, that means it could be anyone.

in most cases of sexual assaults, that monster is not hiding in the shadows waiting for you, he’s out there in plain sight. but no one wants to live in fear, especially if we don’t know what fear looks like and where it’s going to come from. so we have to believe in the boogieman to sleep better at night.

and that’s the scariest thing of all.

whose responsibility is it to protect people from that?

kbe.

what say you? can women actually prevent sexual assaults? is the responsibility mostly on women to stay rape-free? will you teach your (future) sons the importance of consent just as much as your (future) daughters about self-defense and personal safety?

footnote: for those that might want to know, i have a degree (which keeps me warm at night..lol) in criminology and sociology as well as have volunteered for a rape/sexual assault crisis line. most of what i’ve written is not just opinion but information accumulated during my education years. but there is opinion sprinkled in there for fun. there is a difference between risk reduction and prevention. word choice matters – it’s not splitting hairs or simple semantics.

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added note: education is not just for the men. it’s for the women who while getting hot and heavy with someone need to stop saying: stop, no or don’t when they don’t mean it. if we want men to know and understand boundaries, we need to learn to use our words better in those type of situations as well. if you mean wait, just said wait or hold on a second. trust me – he’ll pause. definitive words such as stop and no should be reserved for when you want the man to stop what he is doing to you.

oh hey.

it’s me. and it’s been a long time. i shouldn’t have left you. without a dope beat to step to. or at least some things to read.

and funny, going through my google reader – it seems to be a trend with some of my fave e-peeps. those who want to write for a living or otherwise.

life has a way of making sure that it will re-prioritize for you if you are struggling to do it yourself.

it’s been an interesting month, professionally, personally and all facets of my life in between.

funny how fast things can change.

friends you refer to, walk away from your life.

people you’ve tried to stay away from, keep trying to bait you to come back and continue the vicious cycle.

i’ve found myself wondering if i should get a roommate (someone to bring me soup when im too weak to leave the house) and if independence is over-rated.

i’ve been wrestling with some life-altering decisions, what i should do and what i will do should the time come that i’m forced to choose.

i have less patience for those that don’t make the same attempts to support me, as i have for them. and that at one point included the person i respect and love the most.

i am so excited about the future, some wonderful opportunities and crossing things off my action list.

i’ve been ahead, caught up and way behind on trying to reset my life.

i’ve become a better business person and a student again. i’m really pumped about both.

i’ve gone to bed and woken up afraid of the unknown. and of blood.

i have secrets, im not sure i can share with anyone. and shared a secret with someone.

i’ve seen people at their best and people at their worst. joy and senseless pain.

i’ve taken some risks and finally realized that fear has held me back.

i’ve created a new email address for this blog, so that i can respond to people who leave me notes, while still (somewhat) retaining my privacy.

ive learned that in the world in which something may be so black and white, all it takes is 1 thing to make you see there are so many shades of grey in between.

the hypocrisy of others has tested me. i struggle with being the bigger and better person vs letting someone lay with the decision they have made (and therefore being just as childish as they are being).

i miss some of my friends more than others. there is a bit of guilt there. but not enough.

this city is too damn small. and the rent is too damn high. (whatever happened to him anyways)

i’ve been on and off the social media grid, and have so many rants, vents and posts that i want to and need to write as a result of the things i’ve read. i’ve come to hate and appreciate the internet, because people are usually more open and honest with how they really feel about something.

but it still makes me weep for the future kids i may bring into the world.

the ego in me was defeated by the weakling in me. and it was probably a good thing.

i’ve been so sick, disappointed, frustrated, anxious and exhausted. and that’s all in the past 12 days.

it’s ok for once in a while to take a step back, pause, acknowledge the good, bad and ugly. assess and re-assess.  take the cape off, remove the ‘S’ from your chest and just be.

i am human. and this is life.

kbe.

how about y’all? how are YOU doing?

i was watching the NFL game (aka having it watch me), when a tweet popped up that i couldn’t resist replying to.

a male tweep (twitter peep) was calling shenanigans on the assertion that men cheat more than women. which of course led to an.. interesting conversation on twitter.

i love twitter (God knows i do…) but there are certain conversations you just can’t have. there isn’t the space to have it properly. so of course, knew i was going to write about it.

of the 3 fellas, only 1 unequivocally said that men and women cheat in equal numbers. another said that attractive women cheat more. women hide it better and it continued to go left before i decided to walk away. and do some investigating.

going into this blog post, my opinion is that men cheat more. why did i believe that? based on the male to female ratio in most urban cities, the amount of single women vs single men (women who are dropping standards just to get a man, and putting up with A LOT to keep a man), and what i’ve seen personally (not to me thankfully) – i couldn’t believe that women cheat more than men.

but what do the surveys say? (*in my best family feud voice)

  • According to Dr David Holmes, a psychologist at Manchester Metropolitan University, women are having more affairs than ever – recent studies say the figure is around 20 per cent for men and a bit over 15 per cent for women. (Source)
  • About one in five adults in monogamous relationships, or 22 percent, have cheated on their current partner. The rate is even higher among married men. 28 percent of married men and 18 percent of married women admitting to having a sexual liaison. (Source)
  • According to research expert Tom W. Smith, director of the General Social Survey for the National Opinion Research Center at the University of Chicago who conducted the highly respected study “American Sexual Behavior,” a poll of 10,000 people over two decades. The study found that 22 percent of married men and 15 percent of married women have cheated at least once. (Source)
  • According to the survey, 15 percent of women and 16 percent of men with children ages 2 to 5 years had an affair. An unexpected 7 percent of women and 9 percent of men cheated while there was a baby under the age of 2 in the home. (Source)
  • Yet, one in four men and one in 10 women think cheating is justified if a partner has no interest in sex. (Source)
  • Only 8 percent of men and 4 percent of women say they’ve never had the chance to fool around. (Source)
  • According to The Journal of Couple and Relationship Therapy, nearly 50 percent of married women and 60 percent of married men will have an extramarital affair at some point in their marriage. (Source)
  • Researchers from Indiana University in Bloomington administered questionnaires to more than 900 participants in order to determine the factors that most often lead to infidelity among both sexes. (Source)
  • 19 percent of women and 23 percent of men reported cheating, statistics that seem to reflect a closing of the cheating gender gap. Research from the 1990s found that only about 10 percent to 15 percent of women reported being unfaithful. (Source)
  • A study by the University of Washington, asked men and women if they had ever cheated, discovering 20 percent of men under age 35 pleaded guilty, and only 15 percent of the women. (Source)
  • However in 2006, a Durex condom poll asked participants if they had ever cheated, reporting 40 percent of women had, and only 34 percent of men. (Source)

so has you can see, from a variety of sources, studies in groups larger than most personal social circles, and some over long periods of time – the stats show that generally men cheat more than women.

it was interesting to read about the historical reasons (women working outside the home, being financially independent) about why the gap is closing. i also think that things are just easier these days. and of course, it all depends on how one define’s cheating and infidelity. i’m sure each of the studies did it in different ways. kissing is very intimate to some. intercourse is the ultimate betrayal to others. exchanging x-rated text messages (with or without pictures) or exchanging emotional bonds, all fall within the spectrum.

i also recognize that an argument based solely on statistics is flawed. without knowing the methodology of said study, it will be taken with a grain of salt. As mentioned:

“Those sorts of findings depend on how you ask the questions and who you’re asking,” said Scott Wetzler, vice chair of the Department of Psychiatry and Behavioral Sciences at Montefiore Medical Center in the Bronx, N.Y. “There are no data that I know of to speak to that.” (Source)

another article also made a great point:

When studies about sexual partners or fidelity use a mixture of face-to-face interviews and anonymous computer questionnaires, men will give the same answers to both, but women will report much higher numbers when the answers are anonymous. (Source)

when the question was first posed on twitter, i mentioned that i’d be interested to see the stats of the number 1 infidelity website ashleymadison.com. according to the founder and CEO, the make up of the site is 70% men and 30% women. the majority of male users are attached, while there is a higher number of single women on the site. Source. he also goes on to say:

 I was confident that this service would attract men. I was less sure that women were going to behave in that fashion.

so even this man knows that men are more likely to use his service than women. hmmm.

maybe these stats would be different if we were talking about people in relationships as opposed to marriage. maybe cultural differences and geography play a role. but this post is not about the why, or digging deeper into the reasons, justifications or consequences. just to look at who does it more. maybe that will be a future blog post if the people want it.

i recognize that women cheat. they do it for a variety of reasons (some similar to the men folk, others..more complex). it’s clear that it happens, in larger number than some may think.

but based on what we’ve learned today - women do not cheat more than men.

then again, does it really matter who cheats more?

kbe.

what say you? are you surprised by the findings? do you need me to show you more receipts? do you think it’s more equal than the stats show?

footnote: i know that when someone believes something, it’s easy to find stats to support it, or immediately dismiss it as hogwash. im all for learning more about something i don’t really know about. if you disagree and you use emotions to make an argument, well… prepare accordingly.

ps: this was also interesting to read.

my relationship with online dating is longer than it’s actually existed.

back before social networks was part of our everyday language, there was college club. a website for college kids to meet other college kids. (think facebook) for some crazy reason, i ended up on the phone almost every night with a dude from kentucky. random.

and thus the genesis of me + online meetups + long distance. it’s a long, sordid and steamy love triangle.

i moved to blackplanet like many young black folk did. for me, it was nice to be in a place where the chances were higher that the men would be attracted to milk chocolate as opposed to white chocolate. (not that there is anything wrong with interracial dating, but you want the people you want to want you too!). the blackplanet era included the introduction of webcams and photo scanners. i laugh thinking about the early days of the pictures. i think it was probably harder to get away with being deceitful than we are today.

having a profile on blackplanet, didn’t make you ‘thirsty’ or a loser. i was still in the prime of my youth, learning who i was and engaging with people in 3D. it just became another tool on how to meet people. i met a few people off BP, 1 of whom i consider one of the best men i know and someone i truly adore.

as time passed, and the internet became more a part of our daily lives, i interacted more with people who shared common interests. i eventually started commenting and posting notes (aka blogging) on espn.com (today, it’s the sports version of facebook). i’m not a girl who likes to brag i mostly boast about my sporty knowledge – but it is a tool in my tool belt, and developed a little following. which lead to two different relationships in 2 different states (not simultaneously). what any dude had in common is the ability to write. i am a sucker for a man who can express himself through the written form. (that’s a hint fellas).

on the quest to change the single status, i’ve tried traditional online dating sites as they became less taboo. there was a point, no one would mention they met someone though the internet. that used to be the equivalent of trolling the classifieds or calling a party line. it’s definitely more common now, to have at least ventured in that direction as our society has become not just more accepting of it, but also is one that enabled by 24 hour use of technology.

it took me a long time to muster up the courage to join an online dating site. i had to get past the ‘desperate hail mary long shot’ mentality. i’ve tried a few different sites, varying from 1 week to 3 months with varying degrees of success. each time i decide to try again, i enter it with a better understanding of the game.

what i’ve learned in my OD attempts:

-you really do only get 1 chance to make a first impression. your profile is your real life “hi, my name is”. you can’t be mad when someone chooses to move on when you misspell hi or are overly arrogant/aggressive at this stage. but people do get mad. Exhibit A.

-honesty is not the best policy: when it comes to pictures (i caught a dude using NFL player Dwight Freeney, including this pic specifically), or expectations – there is a lot to navigate.  on one site, you can turn filters on (do not mail me if married, older than x, have messaged others for sexual connections), and yet was told by 1 dude: “don’t be so picky, i wasn’t with you”. O_O.

i get being open to new experiences and thinking outside your box, but you still need to have standards of what you will be comfortable with.

-the double standards continue: i’ve learned that as a woman, many men feel that i wouldn’t be there if i was a catch, so i should take what i can get. that being said, i’ve come across profiles written by men that read like dhani jones’ wishlist. and they are being dead serious. we all have our lists, but let’s be real that women get all sorts of flak for having and sharing theirs. we’re often told our standards are too high and lists are too unrealistic/picky. but when we venture to date the man of potential, and it doesn’t work out – we’re told to stop dating lowlifes beneath us. but that’s a whole nother blog post in the draft folder.  i’ve read many times (blogs, twitter) that women are the reason we are single, but when a man issingle – it’s by choice only. yeah. moving right along.

-numbers lie: while im sure, men still do more of the pursuing online than women, online is the one place where im not afraid to make that 1st contact. ironically enough, the men i’ve contacted usually aren’t interested in me. i’ve tried to look at why this might be – are my sights set too high? is my introductory email too smart and witty? should there be less face and more bosom? should i pursue the one that i didnt really like just to boost my ego and self of steam? when i start asking myself those questions – that’s when i usually close the piana and hit delete to the account.

-there are no rules. some want to jump from profile to phone in a day. other want to have a meetup within 48 hrs. others chill at talk phase for a week or so. everyone has different ways to navigate and communicate. i usually wont give out my number too quick, but if you want to communicate with me offline, bbm is helpful for that. if a dude is pushing too hard for a date, too soon without really getting to know me – alarm bells will go off (and so will my turn-off-o-meter). im a go with my instincts girl. it’s important to be for safety and health reasons.

trust me. this is NOT a woman's typical life.

-float on. the sheer definition of dating is going out on dates. this means you can do it with more than one person at a time. have fun! be free! be honest so that people can manage their time and expectations accordingly.while nothing would make me happier to have someone to cop the latest Jordans for and snuggle up with during NBA NFL playoffs – i’m not going to force feed the issue for the sake of. he’s got to be worth it.

online dating is not for everyone. you have to go into it with a smedium level of hope, a thick-skin and high dose of patience. like with any experience, it is what you make it.  if you know what you want, are willing and able to search and be found, it could lead to great things.

the older i get, the harder it is to deal with the games. i’m pretty clear on what i want (and don’t want) at this stage. balancing the YOLO vs the time is precious is becoming harder and harder. but still – hope springs eternal.

the moral of my story? always stay honest to yourself first and foremost. when you stray from that, everything you get just doesn’t seem worth it.

kbe.

what say you? have you tried online dating? was it a positive or negative experience? what do you think the pros and cons are?

ps: i wrote a post about a date i went on and a guy friend of mine cautioned me against writing it. he said it would present me in a negative light. i’ve tried to keep this in mind when writing about my dating experiences. i think there has to be a balance between sharing every bitter and wonderful experience and creating a dialogue. while there are many things that are blog-worthy, not everything is. (if that was the case, the relationship i was just in and just ended would be known to way more people).

so if my future husband is reading, just know that i know, believe in and practice balance and discretion. now come get me. ;)

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