coming clean

I realize I sound like a one hit wonder when I do this, but its who I am right now. I was driving into work and listening to MJB. It was her live performance in LA. I was listening and thinking about her performances I've seen. I had to finally admit something that hurt me to my heart. Mary is not the most captivating live performer I've ever seen. About 3-4 months ago I had this discussion. Someone said she was not impressed with MJB live. Well I smiled and continued talk, because being a good Southern young lady I understood that every one's entitled to their opinion...no matter how wrong it may be. I shared my opinion...."MJB is the best performer walking OR riding". I am a fairly new zealot for Mary. I bought "411" and didn't pick up another CD until "Growing Pains" 2 years ago. It was like seeing a long lost relative from childhood and you can't be separated again. I have everything except one project, and the new project. I watch her anytime she's on. I am looking for someone to shoot, cause I missed her singing the national anthem...can't believe you guys didn't tell me!!

Anyway I've watched her objectively and had to admit it. I think the problem is, she doesn't own the stage. Some people own the stage with their presence others own it with how they move around it, but MJB seems to be more comfortable with being part of a group. If you've ever seen Steve Harvey's bit about rapper in the Kings of Comedy show. He talks about their being lots of folks on the stage and they all have a mic. That seems to be where MJB is coming from. I know she could make the stage call her name, but I haven't seen it yet. I may have missed it and that's cool. Its not a deal breaker, in fact I admire her more.
That's fine cause lets face it, Mary J doesn't know I exist and she really and truly doesn't effect my everyday living, so if I wanted to I could remain in denial the rest of my days about her life performances.
Its a different issue when we remain in denial about folks closer to us. Women die all the time, because they were in denial about how violent their partner actually is and the risk to their lives and their children's lives. That's the extreme, but everyday we do this to the detriment of our emotional and psychological health. We deny that we see clear signs that he is cheating, that he is not into us like he should be, that he isn't over his past relationship, that he is not at a place where he is ready to be serious, that his drinking is out of control, that he means it when he says he doesn't want to start a family now, that he is not going to divorce his wife, that he is a stingy man, that he is controlling, that he is verbally abusive, that there are too many gaps in his story, that we should listen to our guts. Coming clean in a relationship is so important. Several years ago had a friend whose husband was cheating. He denied it up one side and down another. They had odd working hours, so it was difficult for her to detect. However her gut told her something was wrong and she began to look for thing...and she found them. By the time she had her proof, she had not slept with him in almost a year. Now some people would say she pushed him away, but instead of sticking her head in the sand, she took her own physical, emotional and psychological health into her own hands. Because she did, she spared herself a sexually transmitted disease. Mind you he continued to deny his cheating and had no idea he had anything...and continued to ask her for sex. When he finally admitted ALL that he had done, it was so much sh*t it made her head spin. She has since divorced him, and is now dating a much healthier (in all ways) man. Now compare that with a friend of my mom. Her husband cheated, contracted AIDS, and then came back home. She said he was her husband and she had to take him back, AND because he didn't want to use a condom she didn't. He died and yes she followed not long after. Some people actually said they admired her. I apologize if you know her, if she is someone important in your life...but that was so freakin stupid that words can't even began to describe the level of stupidness it was. Can you imagine the turmoil that must have left their children in (if they had any)?
How does this play out for me. I think if you asked my friends pre-surgery, they would have told you that I was basically one of the happiest people they knew, and that I didn't let my size hold me back. I also would have said something similar. I mean I would have told you that my social life was probably my biggest weight issue. BUT I have been told by several people that I seem to be in a really good place now. Here's the kicker, my social life is not much better now, than pre-surgery...actually it might be worst. I mean I meet more guys, but that simply means more relationships that don't work. Yet, I am more open and honest with folks. I was in denial about the things I was swallowing and taking that I simply did not like. Coming clean is so freeing. I get scared a lot, cause I'm in uncharted waters, but I love being in these new places and I love the feeling of empowerment I have. It seems to come from the fact that I am doing whats good for me, not caught up in comparing myself to where others are in their journeys.
Come clean about whatever it is and free yourself. If you hate your job, start looking or get back in school...YOU CAN DO IT. If he just wants to live together, but you want marriage, pack your stuff and go,"its you who will be found and loved..." Joy Luck Club movie. If you are the doormat for your friends or family, you deserve so much more, but until you make a change they will continue to wipe their feet on you. There's a reason why the phrase is "come CLEAN"...

Its about what you worth

I am the entertainer,
The idol of my age.
I make all kinds of money,
When I go on the stage.
Ah, you've seen me in the papers,
I've been in the magazines.
But if I go cold,
I won't get sold.
I'll get put in the back
In the discount rack,
Like another can of beans.

I am the entertainer,
And I know just where I stand:
Another serenader,
And another long-haired band.
Today I am your champion.
I may have won your hearts.
But I know the game,
You will forget my name,
And I won't be here
In another year,
If I don't stay on the charts.
That's from "The Entertainer" by Billy Joel. I think lots of times we think and treat ourselves like this song. We think if we don't keep doing for others, (most of the time that translates to men) we will decrease in value and be put on the discount rack. What many of us, ok this is my stuff so I'll own it. What I've done most of my life is do, and do and do and do, give and give and give, hoping that my value will be seen and appreciated. Back to that family stuff. Recently my brother has been sick. He has for the most part given us, his birth family his a** to kiss. He hasn't been mean about it, and he has lots of adoring fans, but when your father dies, it typically means the son steps up, ensuring to the welfare of his female family members. Well that's never been a strong suit for him. Its flipped in our family. He comes to us for things. Its a weird arrangement, but I finally got today. He treats my mother like the can peas on the discount rack, and she gushes and does even more for him and his family. In their eyes we have minimal value. He has always placed great value on light complexioned women including his wife. We are not light complexioned. Yet, my mother continues to woo him, celebrating any crumbs he throws her way. And that's where I got it from. Unlearning it has been a b*tch. I'm stilling struggling with it. But here's the deal in a nutshell, if I truly believe I have worth and value, why wouldn't I demand that full price be paid for me? Why wouldn't I demand to be treated as a thing of value. I don't mean gold digging. I mean basic common courtesy. I treat you with respect, you do the same. I make time for you, you do the same. I date you exclusively, you do the same. You make request of me and expect me to comply, I get the same in return. I am open with you, you are open with me. Why is that so hard for women to require. For me it has been that I thought men would see what I did and assign appropriate value. Unfortunately, I was advised that you have to help them appreciate and value you. I know, you probably missed that class too. It was given by fathers who had time to be involved and understood they had daughters to prepare for the world. It was demonstrated by mothers who had good self-worth or understood basic economics. You don't flood the market with anything, cause the value will plummet. You release a little bit at the time and sometimes you completely pull the product from the market. Remember Cabbage Patch dolls and Elmo? People went crazy for those items and they were selling for outrageous prices when they were in low supply, but high demand. As my favorite philosopher says:

I know how to show a little somethin, somethin
You can't see what's under there
Cause I'm a grown woman
I'm so sexy
Remain a mystery
Cause everybody always want what they can't see
And what they can't have
And what they can't grab
And what they can't buy
From "Grown Woman", Mary J, of course! That's the way it works in love too. Your momma or grandma was right. Give away everything and he won't value you. Don't get me wrong, you may get him, you may land him and you may keep him, but how will he treat and KEEP you? Will he treat you like a baseball cap he got on the Avenue in a knock off store or will he treat you like a certified authentic baseball cap he purchased in a high end sports memorabilia store? You know how he tosses that Ave, cap on the floor when he's pissed, but not the real deal. He always remembers to put it on the dresser. He creases it before he puts it on and checks it again when its on, and gives it a special smile. So its really up to me or you how we will be treated. Now here's the kicker. Sometimes it means being left in the store. I'm in negotiations right now, its day been a full day and so far I'm still on the rack. I got picked up, looked at and then he had the nerve to try and tell me what I was gonna sell for! So the manager put him out the store. He was bewildered, because its obviously his normal way to shop, and honestly it was my normal way to sell. I would have lost my shirt a long time ago if this were really a store, cause I've been selling myself short. Don't misunderstand me. This is not a negotiation for sex. This is a negotiation for how he will treat and keep me. Sex negotiations are at least 90 days down the road...at a minimum. Its scary as all get out, cause he comes with a lot of the outward attributes I said I want, and I am hoping that he will go down the block consider what he's seen so far, come to the conclusion that its worth the initial asking price. If he doesn't, he wasn't going to value me no matter how long I gave him or WHAT I gave him. But its tough to think that I could lower the price and he would stay. So I'll admit I got nervous and I bought a chocolate bar, I got some comfort food...nothing seriously bad, and I went to the gym (there and the shower are my favorite places to think). I resolved that I want the relationship I told you about yesterday and I want to be valued in that relationship, so I decided to move my products to Fifth Avenue where they belong and not allow them to leave the store until someone came along who understood good quality and was willing to get up off the cash for it. AGAIN let me be clear, I don't mean cash literally, I mean how he treats and keeps you. Most of us could have an on going relationship if we would just lower the price enough, but would everyone want Gucci or St John's if they started selling it at the Dollar Store and if they did buy it, it would be the first thing they tossed on the floor when they took it off at night. Now to understand the title of this post, go rent, borrow or buy "The Joy Luck Club". Its a phrase during the conversation about Snicker pie. Have tissue, this movie is a chick flick to its heart, but its quite empowering. Cause truly, "Its about what you worth".

The L word and Philly

Last night I went to a "Passion" Party, at the home of a couple I've known for about 4-5 years. They had a slow and shaky start, but they are in their first home, which they moved into in June. They have an absolutely beautiful home, handsome three year old son, and two dogs. It was an all women's affair so both members of the this couple were present. I am use to being a minority at my gym, at my job and so on, but this was the first time I've been a sexual orientation minority in an after work hours social event. Being me, I observed and noted a few things. First of all, I assumed that because of the outside biases, lesbians and gays intermingle racially. They may have white friends, but they were not present last night. That's the second thing I noticed, there were three vanilla(lifestyle) females present and all three of us had some form of fake hair attached to our heads. The sisters living the lifestyle had locks, short naturals, short texturizers, short permed looks, and only two long permed styles in the bunch. Couldn't help but notice the easy overlapping of household duties. I am friends with the more feminine of the two. We've talked before and she's closer to a lipstick lesbian. I'll get to our conversation later. I figured she would be the housekeeper, nurturer, and so forth. Her partner was there to greet us and throughout the night played a wonderful host (hostess?), helped my friend fry chicken, tucked their son into bed, but was also the owner of the tv's remote control. I also assumed that lesbians were much more open with their sexuality and that if I was privately proud of my prowess as a sex goddess, then they were the end all be all of the female form. To my surprise some were self-proclaimed shy, other's not very adventurous another almost militant in her refusal to even entertain products male related or having to do with pleasures which simulated male attributes. My stereotype was probably more from the male psyche played out in male porn. I expected women who loved sex, talked sex and were up for a romp on the kitchen table at the drop of a hat. Instead there were silences, less purchases and more comments about absent lovers needing to hear the information given out. Don't get me wrong, I had a great time, staying much later than I anticipated. In fact we are discussing a joint venture in January. I AM gonna hold onto my last stereotype...surely it must be one of the best "carpet cleanings" you could get anywhere...catch my drift? You know, toe curling, thigh twitching, the seizure kind?
Okay, with that said...
Lately you know I've been venturing back into online dating. Is it just me or have men lost their pea picking, ever loving minds? What is up with them? My god, the whole bunch of them act as though they should be the ones buying Tampax, Always and Kotex products! Moody, timid, defensive, insecure, and just downright afraid. And, those are the good ones!!! So, I must admit, I've never been a strong dater. I've been more of a take em or leave me kinda gal. With my commitment issues, I didn't stick around long enough for the day to day crap it takes to build a relationship. I'm beginning to think maybe I've encouraged this friendship thing that seems to happen between me and guys. Its a lot less scary I can tell you that. Ok, I just needed to vent for a moment. They've been a trip, but they really haven't been that bad. Except for one kook in Brussels who wants to be friends and see where it leads...? What drugs do they smoke in Brussels? Then there's my friend from Italy who loves my lips and thinks they should be kissed passionately and often. I quite agreed, except I can't help but wonder if maybe he loves my US citizenship more since he is here on a student visa...but even he respects my request for space.

So whats the problem?
ME!
I am realizing that real relationships look nothing like romance novels or television. They are dull, mundane and they take work. Even worse they require risk and continue to require it! See men and women communicate differently which creates huge opportunities for misunderstandings, hurt feelings and vulnerable egos to be injured. No one wants that, but if you want a good, honest relationship it is absolutely necessary. Loving someone means literally falling back into their arms and hoping, trusting, praying they will be there to catch you. That's also the definition of sheer h-ll for someone like me. I want a stone clad contract that when I put myself out there, risk looking weak, foolish and giving up control that the one I do this for assures me they will love me back. There in lies the problem. There is no guarantee, I mean you can hedge your bets and hint around it, and maybe your intended will give you some clue, but other times you could be swinging out there on your own.
I'm seeing that baggage thing in a whole new light. He says something, and is speaking from past experience, worried that you might be the same. Meanwhile you hear what he's saying as a judgement against you and become convinced that he's just like the rest, wanting you to be something you're not. Do you take the risk and open up the conversation for clarification or walk away in fear that he might reject your overtures for communication. Do you even take the risk of hoping it might eventually become something when it could end at any moment on a whim. Today at the gym, I saw a guy looking into the pool area at me. The pool is visible from the front desk where you check in, but from out there you can't tell a person's size. Ok, not sure if I'd shared this before or not, but typically my brotha's don't approach me. If I speak they get this deer caught in the headlights look, like I might kidnap them or something. I've never been sure if its the dark brown complexion (which non-black men seem to love), or my size (which black men seem to love as long as its wrapped in white skin and looks like its lost outside a trailer park)...or the 1000 watt smile (which most men like period). Whatever it is, its a deal breaker for most black men. So when I see this man looking, I turn the other way, because I don't want him thinking I want him, when he probably doesn't want me or won't when he gets a good look. Bout 10 mins, here he comes to the pool. I am finishing up my stretches after walking and swimming. As he gets to a lane our eyes meet, sure enough for a split second I see the fear. It was like the icing on this week's cake of relationship nonsense. I stopped stretching, turned immediately to get out of the pool, walked the opposite way so that I would not even have to go past him, and went to the sauna pool. I got in with my back to his position. Then an attractive white man came out of the dry sauna. I like nice calves, and he had them. I did a double take when he was not looking. He turned around came to the sauna pool and smiled as he got in. I flashed all 1,000 watts. Target acquired, locked in and fire! He sits down, despite there being 3 other people in the pool proceeds to talk directly to me. I smile respond and look at the brother as if to say, "What do you think of those apples?". He has been looking at this and gets out of the pool (hmm not a very strong swimmer) much like I did and leaves the pool area. Most people hit the steam room, dry heat or the sauna pool, he did none of those. It hit me that maybe he was being respectful and did not want me to think he saw me as a piece of meat, and was just looking like a deer cause he was looking when I looked up. Maybe he specifically came to the pool to check me out, after all he had just gotten to the gym, and typically swimming is done after weights. My baggage had caused me to make an assumption and I responded accordingly.I shut him down, before he could shut me down...
With all this crap going into trying to get a heterosexual relationship going, who can blame a girl for looking at her lesbian friend and their community and wondering hmmm? Well to be honest, I've asked myself several times if that's why at 46 (in a week) I'm still single. Could I be in the closet and not know it? If its so difficult to get a relationship going, what's up? When you consider how much time most females spend with their best friends and other females, the thought of being lovers is appealing. Ok close your mouth and let me explain. Why do you think the song "Friend and Lovers" was such a big hit?

What would you say if I told you
I've always wanted to hold you?
I don't know what we're afraid of
Nothing would change if we made love

'cause I'll be your friend
And I'll be your lover
Well, I know in our hearts we agree
We don't have to be one or the other

Everyone wants a relationship where their lover is their best friend...who understands you better, who makes you laugh the most, and who do you trust to have your back when everyone else is against you? Your best friend. On top of that, same sex relationships, presumably dodge some of the communication issues that plague the rest of us...that's my presumption. Best friends argue and say hurtful things, but the tendency is to forgive quicker and let go of it quicker. Ok the female body is beautiful, and frankly even I get a little warm watching tasteful soft female porn... With that being said that's about as far as I could go with that line of thinking. As Meatloaf has so poetically said, "I would do anything for love...but I won't do that!" The conversation my lesbian friend and I had that I alluded to was that I loved "steak" way too much to settle for "tofu", and I could not think of any reason in life why I would be "cleaning carpet" for anyone... Unless we are talking about a Bicycle, nothing Bi-curious here. At which point she explained the different types of lesbians and said I would need someone who did not want to be treated as a female. If you need further explanation, go make some lesbian friends and expand your mind. Anywho, that wasn't anymore appealing to me than carpet cleaning so I've pretty much determined, that like Fran in the Nanny, "I'm not a lesbian, just pathetic". She was hit on by a lesbian who, assumed she was one because Fran was 35 and still single, and that was her response. Ok so that's not an option. What about Philadelphia? Read some of my very early post. I have a friend who we opted to be friends rather than pursue something else. One of the issues was that I am focused on having a long term relationship which hopefully leads to marriage, and he is enjoying his freedom. Some how we developed this analogy and code terms, that I wanted to go to NY and he liked hanging out in Phlly. He felt strongly that after the surgery I would find myself in Philly, enjoy it and want to hang out there. In light of the recent developments, I revisited this idea of hanging out in Philly. That sounded VERY appealing. Meet guys, have fun, never get very deep with them, meet more guys, enjoy the thrill of superficial relationships, never having to risk hurt and rejection, especially since I would be firmly protected by the walls of Philly, and I would not have to stick around when things got messy with feelings, as a controlling person I would hold the strings, I could say when things were over, I could pull back at anytime and simply say "I told you I liked living in Philly, you can start for NY if you wish, but it will be without me." The Philly thing was sounding reallllllly good, but then I thought about it. I am scared as heck my car might not make it to NY, I've never been to NY and don't have a clue what to expect. I've heard it can be downright vicious in NY. Despite this and other perils associated with going to NY, that's where I really want to be. I want to be committed to someone who knows me some, and is crazy enough to want to stick around and learn more, I want to walk into a room and hear him tell the same story over and over again, and roll my eyes as if I'll die if I hear it again, but inside my heart sighs in appreciation for the predictable. I want to have to leave the house for a drive because if not, I'm gonna say something I'll regret, knowing that as I slam the door and walk out, I'm coming back cause there's no one else I'd rather fight for our relationship with. I want to laugh with my friends about the latest dumb thing he did, i want to call my best friend so that she can talk me into staying when I say the thrill has gone. I want to look at him as old as dirt and still see the man I fell in love with.
I guess to get there you have to kiss a few toads, slay a dragon or two, climb a tower, kill a wicked witch, chop up a wolf, and then be real clear that at the end of the day its all in a days work, not the end of the story, and happily ever after happens sometimes and then other days the you know what hits the fan. I am crazy enough to think its worth it so I'm leaving the L-word and Philly to those who can appreciate them. Me...I'm N.Y bound.

A little sum-sum for myself

This is dedicated to "Number Two" (smile). This story is a local lore that has been vocally shared with me, and its based on eyewitness accounts...but I have no insight specific to how the main character really feels. I have made some assumptions based on what I've been told and observed. Of course the names have been changed to protect the innocent...and to prevent me from loosing my shirt in an ugly lawsuit :)
Once upon a time there was a woman named Lisa. Lisa met a married man. Well legally he was married, but physically he lived in one state and his estranged wife lived in another. Lisa developed feelings or an attachment to this man, Charles. From all reports Charles displayed affection for Lisa, but made no move to divorce the out of state wife. Lisa was not deterred by this. Nor was she deterred by other woman that Charles met. Legend has it that one interloper showed up at what was then Charles' bachelor pad while Lisa was there. She remained until the brazen hussy left. Eventually Lisa successfully made his bachelor pad her home. Many years passed and in the course of time, Charles' out of state wife died. As happens with verbal stories, it is not clear how long it was, but eventually Lisa gave Charles an ultimatum "Marry me within the year or I'm out". Charles like Coke, in the 80's blinked and Lisa landed her man...
Fast forward...but not too fast or too far. In fact in the version of the story I heard it was a much much shorter period than their courtship. One day, Lisa advised Charles that she had to find herself. Lisa left and spent the next few years "finding herself". Charles "waited" for her. During this period of waiting, Charles met several women and if one began to get serious, Lisa would resurface to interfere with the relationship. However Allison came along and some how managed to connect with Charles despite Lisa. A divorce happened and a marriage. Unfortunately the story doesn't end there with an "and they all lived happily ever after". Charles and Allison also ended...and from all versions of the story I've heard, Lisa was an invisible third party in the marriage, probably the catalyst for the separation and remains in Charles' life to this day. In fact, she recently took a sabbatical from her job with the school system to go with Charles half way across the country.
Ok, you know this is not a fairy tale right? When I first began to get pieces of this story I didn't know what to think and then as others shared their opinion I developed a negative biased opinion against Lisa. As I've observed Lisa, heard other things and seen other things, it has caused me to rethink my opinion of Lisa. See I saw Lisa as a manipulative you know what, who had her claws in like a cat toys with a mouse. Well I still think she's manipulative, but I think its for reasons other than what I thought. I was hanging with Charles before the trip and noticed that the music he had was all the same genre and I asked, "Does Lisa like this type of music?" Charles responded, "I don't know, she never complained." Wow, dating, marriage and post marriage, Lisa has been in Charles' life for 15 years. You've got hours and hours of music that doesn't seem to consider what she likes...hmmm. Don't get me wrong, this is not an indictment against Charles...but it peaks my professional curiosity about this being a passive aggressive act...another post another time.

I had a get together held at another friend's home, her partner was there. He was about 1 sheet to the wind when I arrived. He left the all girls gathering to hang with a bud, and when he returned he was ripped totally out the frame. He was more like a child than her partner. Each visit I've had with him and her has been like that. She enjoys him, but clearly he is not fulfilling to her. Another friend shared that she is trying to end a relationship. Among his many offenses is that he stopped talking to her when she hung out with me. It didn't matter that it was me, it simply the fact that she had an interest outside of him. Never mind that for the past year she has been very vocal that she wants a committed relationship, and he has repeatedly said "not interested".
Lest I be accused of a male bias, against the gender I love...I have a lesbian friend who had a baby with her partner and it seems to be working, but at the time, rumors swirled that the partner had gone on a 3-4 day vacation with another woman.
What is it about us females, that makes us subjugate ourselves in relationships and accept crumbs? Ever heard of the book "Women who love too much"? I am gonna catch some serious flack about this, but let me defend Lisa for a minute...just a minute cause I still think she's a manipulative chick on the level of my mother (the really dangerous ones) See I think Lisa and a lot more are willing to literally swallow who they are as a person just to have someone. That's why when she got what she demanded in the ultimatum (marriage), she then had to go find herself. She had been leaving a piece of herself behind each day until she no longer recognized who she was. She took Charles' last name and has never given it up, despite the fact he remarried after her. Think about this, you leave someone, you continue to talk to them, "know" them, move in and out with them, own things jointly, rent things jointly and did I say "know" them? Who was her therapist, Jerry Springer? How do you know someone for sooo long and not have shared who you are? Its like those mothers who have no clue who they are without their kids. Everything they do is about the child. Is it a matter of low self-esteem? Did someone tell you in words or actions that if you give all of you, people will love and appreciate the sacrifices you've made. Do you think no one can or will love who YOU are? Why is this not an indictment against Charles? Well Charles is a friend of mine, ask him what I like and he will tell you. He calls or text me when my favorite artist is on a program so I can watch it, he uses that as examples in conversations, he burns CD's with music I've heard him play and indicated an interest in. So we know Charles is not a complete "tool"...ok he's a man, I'm sure he has "tool" days like a man can. I'm just saying he has the capability and he uses it to respect the likes, wants and interest of a female. So then what's going on here?
I'm thinking of something my mother once told me. She said my grandmother told her sex was something you just had to do. It was your obligation as a wife. This type of thinking still persist. If I just do my "duty" at the expense of myself, I will be loved, protected, validated, honored, so on and so on. First of all who wants a robot, someone who does it out of "duty" and not because they enjoy it? Secondly, anything you do with the expectation of getting something in return is called a job, and you want to...you EXPECT to get paid. Here's the problem with this, just because you think the other person will like it and therefore should pay you, if we don't have a clear understanding that this is what the other person wants, then you ain't got a valid contract. AND, you better make damn sure that the other person is actually capable of giving you what you want. For whatever reason, Lisa thinks that Charles can give her what she wants. I submit that Lisa like many women is under the impression that giving herself requires payment and all parties understand the terms of this unspoken contract, and I submit an additional thought...Lisa doesn't know what she wants. Finding herself actually means figuring out what she wants. Now hears the biggie. Once she figures it out, then make a clear declaration of demands. This requires more than one post. Tell yah what take a bathroom break and come back for part 2.

Little sum-sum for myself part 2

If you didn't read the first one, read it and then come back. Otherwise you're hopping on in the middle of the ride.

I called Lisa manipulative like my mom... let me talk for a minute about that. See my mom is the type who wants something and she was never encouraged to figure out exactly what she wanted. I think she was put in a position to believe that nice women don't ask for what they want much less demand it. When we buy for her, she won't say, I don't like that, its too short or too bright, but you get the feeling something's wrong. Its like you've scratched her back, but you didn't hit the spot. She won't say you didn't, but her body language and behavior screams you didn't hit the spot. You ask "where else can I scratch?" and she says, "never mind", so you don't. But you just know you've disappointed her. I am my mother's child and I do it. That's why I suspect that its an issue with Lisa.

So you don't know what you want, or you have a vague idea...you want someone/ something to make you happy,"scratch your itch" without you having to ask or impose by telling them what you want. I understand that. I also get manipulation...all women get it. Some are more devious, more subtle or more forceful, but thanks to society we all have a bit of it. Nothing scares me more than a man who manipulates better than a woman. Why because, men are raised to naturally feel empowered, a man who feels he is so powerless that he must operate subtly like a female, is a VERY angry man, and most of it is probably directed at women. It was more than likely momma that made him feel so weak and powerless. Trust me its just seething under the surface and he will do things to you that can be worst than battering you...and he may do that too. I have met him a couple of times. If he does scratch your itch its so that he can pinpoint exactly where to plant the knife in your back...

See women have learned to usurp power because they had to. What do you call a man who wants power...a go getter, a hustler, a man with drive, a man to be reckoned with, etc. What about a woman who wants power? A ball buster, bitch, man hater, Hillary Clinton, Jazebel.
Remember the biblical story of the woman who basically left one husband/brother for the more powerful one. John the Baptist apparently "put his mouth on her", but he was a "made" (in the Italian sense) man, so he was safe. This woman figured out that her new husband was hot for her daughter, and thus we have the dance of the seven veils. The daughter did what we would now probably call a combination pole/lap dance. After which daddy dearest said "day-um baby gurl, name it, its yours up to half of what I got." Her mother said, "ask for John the Baptist head on a platter." Thus the phrase "head on a silver platter". Another one of my favorite manipulators that is looked upon more favorably is Abigail. She was married to a big idiot and the poster child for alcoholics. He pissed off the famous David. Made David so mad, he said everything at the man's house that had a penis was going to die...what, you don't believe me? I think his exact words were everything that pisseth on the wall. Women and female animals pee on the ground. A servant went and told Abigail. She got together some good groceries, probably took a bath in Japanese Cherry Blossom from Bath and Body, put on some Oh Baby lip gloss by MAC and rode out by herself to meet this mad man. When she got to him, she offered him the food and sweet talked him into not destroying her household. She went back home waited for her husband to sober up, told him what happened. He died of shock. Cool part of the story is that David remembered this smart beautiful woman who kept her head under pressure. She became a wife of the king. One more smart manipulator. Rahab the Harlot. Yep a Craigslist girl. Saw men come into the town and realized things were about to go bad in Dodge. She made a deal with them that if she hid them in her home, she and her family would be spared in the pursuing attack. Now I've never heard anyone say this, but I think she knew she could hide them because of who she was. She probably knew that she could distract the guards if they came looking with her...uh well, skills(I bet she could do a mean booty clap).
For good or evil women have employed skills to get what they needed or wanted. I said that to point out that not all manipulation is bad. Its bad when you don't know what you want, you want others to make you happy, and you have no bases for happiness in your mind. More than likely one or both of you will get hurt and/or damaged. Ok I'm gonna leave the Charles and Lisa saga and put myself in the hot seat.
When I was in college, I was a straight laced, no nonsense Christian...well that was after two years of partying hard, being put on academic suspension, being on probation for several write ups and throwing a birthday party for a friend in a basketball player's room...what? The athletes had larger rooms, extra money for nice sound systems and it guaranteed there would be plenty of men at the party. But, I digress :) So I became a serious, self righteous pious "Christian". Well everyone knows once you get "saved", you look for a Godly man to marry. (Lets not forget, I was the poster child for commitment phobia). So I locked in on this dark chocolate drop who hung out with our group. Took months before I realized he was the brother of a fraternity guy I had crushed on for almost a year. Yeah there was some subconscious stuff going on there. But I was the good Christian girl...most of the time, and we hung out together all the time, met his mother, cooked for him, he met my family. Things progressed nicely and our group encouraged it. He changed schools and we continued to see each other. I graduated and moved to NY. Now somewhere along the way, I fell out of love with such a strict lifestyle, but didn't get around to telling him. He thought things were still the same so when he made plans to come see me in NY, I wrote him a dear John letter. I thought things were settled, no harm no fowl...boy was I wrong. First, about a year later he called me with his fiance on the phone to let me know he was getting married. Imagine the shock of hearing he was marrying a dorm mate of mine. Oh well I deserved that right? But it wasn't over, about 8 years ago he reconnected. Turns out he was divorced, and living in a military town close by. We talked and talked. We met for lunch a couple of times and then Valentines day he woke me up with a phone call. He wanted to know what I was doing. I told him I was going to an Agape love feast and he asked if he could come along. Wow! this is the stuff great love stories are made of. Thats what I was thinking. To make a long story just a bit longer, we went he paid for everything, it was a dinner hosted by my friend's church. Nothing particularly romantic or overwhelming. When the evening was over, as we parted he delivered a punch to the face and a kick to the gut...not literally. He shared that he always thought it was cute how I liked him and how he never really felt the same way. Ok,so the guy revised history a helluva lot and if you need proof, my best friend from college will tell you the facts, but you will have to let her fuss about how crazy he is before she tells you how things actually were. What I am getting at is that this man on two separate occasions took the time to try and hurt me like I had obviously hurt him. What sicko would plan to spend Valentines day with someone he secretly hates. I gotta admit it was a twisted cool plot. But he obviously felt manipulated and used...and he was. I mean he was cute, he was a Christian and so I thought "hmm that's what I need to make me happy and complete my matching set." He doesn't know it, but he got off easy. I've said it dozens of times. If I had married young I would have made some man's life pure H-E double hockey sticks. No doubt about it. I had no clue who I was, what I wanted, or even where I was going.
Hmm, this has taken so many twist and turns can I really bring it to a sensible closing? Well go grab a snack and come back for the conclusion in Part 3.

A little sum-sum for myself Part 3

Bringing the train into the station...I started this with a story so lets finish it with a story. Remember Cinderella, She had a man in her life who loved her and cared for her, her father. Then he remarried and died. She lost her man and gained three females. She was relegated to the fireplace and thus her name "Cinder"rella. Day in and day out she was subservient to others. Then a prince came to town, he held a ball, she was able to go, they met and he was exactly what she needed. In some stories she asked her step family to come live with them, but in most she sends them away in shame. So if you are a female, you just need a man in your life to make you happy and complete. Is it any wonder we simply expect them to know where to scratch without telling them we have an itch and that its on the back of your knee? Good girls find a man, put everything they have into being what he wants. How did Cinderella and her Godmother know what he wanted...magic thinking...happens alot with dysfunctional folks. Was this all Cinderella wanted out of life? I bet after a couple of months in the Palace Cinderella wanted to go "find herself". She spent all that time doing for her step family and then she became Mrs Charming and began to do whatever was expected of her again. I bet she didn't have a clue, she might even be the great great great grandmother of the chick from "Coming to America", (whatever you like). I titled these 3 post "a little sum-sum for myself" because we as women (sorry, I'm a woman and that's the perspective I see things from") have a tendency to give everything away even our reserves. Then we expect people to pour back into us like we've given to them. We don't take the time to figure us out. We don't see the benefit of giving ourselves the time we need to become fulfilled. We are taught, indoctrinated to not be selfish, but time and time again those around us take from us without a second thought. Its not nice that they do this and in some cases its intentional embezzlement, BUT ultimately its our fault, when it can be stopped by setting a boundary, saying no, refusing to perform without a clear understanding that there is a contract in place. In other words Lisa's expectation to be included in Charles world, plans, thoughts etc, should not be hinged on the fact that she simply fits into his world neatly. If you want to lambaste Charles for enjoying the sacrificial lamb that has simply laid itself at his feet, go ahead, but right now my concern is with getting the rest of us potential sacrificers up off that alter of "giving up my self" and putting us back on our two feet and figuring out what we, each need to take care of ourselves. Besides its about time folks learn how to make clothing with something else besides the wool off our backs. They will appreciate and VALUE us more when we finally do decide to give them some wool and we will love ourselves so much more in this mutual giving relationship than operating from a place of perceived powerlessness and manipulation. Phew! That was a lot to pull together in a closing, but I suspect this is a topic that is not over. Not the topic of Lisa and Charles, but taking care of ourselves. As a good friend of mine says, "I've done all I can do for them." lol

Little less food and more feelings

So you know I've ventured back into meeting people via Internet. I've met another guy who had weightloss surgery(wls). I shared with him that I find I feel things deeper now, and he shared this quote of his, "You eat over what is eating you . Once you put the food down the sh*t will come up". I could not have put it better myself. See thanks to growing up in an alcoholic family, I got use to other folks telling me the equivalent of "who you gonna believe, me or your lying eyes?" You know its the kind of thing where you see the truth, know the truth in your gut, feel the truth in your heart, but you mom, dad, the family, etc tells you that its not true. Many times when you have someone "acting out" (running away, overly sexual, drugging, cutting, etc), they're actually saying my family is F'd up royally and this is my way of dealing with it. For some of us, we "eat over". We are the ones that go along. We go along when someone lies and we know that they know its a lie, we go along when someone runs over us, instead of setting boundaries, we go along when someone tries to dominate our lives and run it for us, we go along when a job is crappy and we are taken advantage of, we go along when someone tries to damage our self-esteem. The list goes on and on and you can add your own go along lyrics. Its as if someone reached in our brains and turned off the "you don't have to take this sh*t, you have options" button. Its classic for children of alcoholics and maybe kids from any dysfunctional background to see things in black and white. By that I mean someone disappoints you and you cut them off, cause you think that's your only option. For me in my household, it meant making decisions or drawing conclusions without all the information or with faulty information. So thinking outside the box was not a luxury we had. I personally try to intentionally think outside the box, but there are so many times I made decisions where had I taken off the blinders, I would have seen that I had other options. If you asked people I've worked for, and they were honest, I think they would probably say I don't ask enough targeted or penetrating questions. That's part of getting out the box. But it also feels like you are confronting someone, and lets face it I'm not always thrilled to do that.

Ok, so I'm getting off topic a bit. I really liked his quote cause I'm finding that as I put the food down, I have to be honest with myself about stuff and then that means I have to be honest with others, and that's where the "sh*t comes up". The other night I had the most vivid dream...those normally mean something. Anyway, my ex boyfriend and I were talking. I kept thinking, I wonder does he notice that I am so over him? Then I can't remember what he said, but I was so surprised and offended that I got up from the table where we were sitting and I told him "F*ck you!". I said it with such anger and force." It surprised me. I didn't stay to explain it or make it better for him. I actually walked away. I've never done anything like that in a dream and definitely not in real life. It was exhilarating and like my minds way of saying you're getting there. I always try to make sure people are ok, especially when I tell them something they don't want to hear. I guess I don't want them to leave hating me, but sometimes the best thing someone can do for you is to just leave. It doesn't matter whether they leave loving you or hating you...they just need to leave. That was the case with my ex and I spent several years trying to work that one through. So I'm driving into work this morning and listening to ...if you didn't say Mary J, you either just landed on the planet or this is your first time reading me. If you just landed, Mary J is actually Mary J Blige, none other than the leader of the free world. She should be your first contact here on earth. Ok, I may have overstated her importance but she should definitely be on your top 10 list of people to talk with. Anywho, I was listening to the CD "Reflections" and the title song. In the second part of the second verse she sings this
"You gotta understand
It's about
How we
Respect ourselves
And the men
Have no control
Of our self-esteem
And when
We see that
Then we can
Let go"
I had an "aha" moment...I feel dirty just using that word...lets just say the light bulb went on. Those words go beyond "men". Putting the food down, feeling stuff and expressing to others how we really feel is about respecting ourselves and no matter how they respond we are the only ones who have control over what we think of ourselves. For example, this weekend I got my hair done...(black thing, ask a sista to translate for you". On Monday I went to the gym, and got in the pool. I hate swim caps, and it irks me to see a female in one of those ten cent plastic caps in a pool. I buy chlorine removal shampoo and go on. Well I got home and my mother whines about my hair and how cute it was. She continues moaning about it and finally I said "okay which would you rather have, pretty hair or me exercising?" Mind you last week she was "asking" what exercise I was doing cause someone she talked to said they had the surgery and walking was a must, and then by sheer "coincident" my sister said she was looking for someone to walk with her...she also told me her co-worker said I was supposed to be walking. So you can imagine my shock when my mother said loud and clear, "pretty hair." I thought for a moment and then said "wrong answer" and kept walking. I guess that was a diplomatic form of saying "f*ck you". Hadn't looked at it like that until now.
What kind of twisted logic would lead someone to say your hair looking pretty is more important to me than you being healthy? The kind of logic that says appearances are important above all else. The kind of logic that says its better to keep your marriage intact than have everyone know that you are divorced. Its also the kind of logic that denies the very existence and importance of your own soul. Cause to adhere to that kind of logic you have to deny and destroy your own soul. That's getting into a post I've been working on for a while now. You'll know it when I put it up. Its actually 2-3 parts long. But today, I was just thinking how I...we have to value us. I am who I am, and I feel what I feel. I will not apologize or lie about it to make someone else feel better. I will be respectful as much as I'm allowed but I will be honest about it and I will not sit on it at the expense of me. When who I am or what I have to say is not received respectfully or responded to with anger or hurtful words I will know that I have been true to me and that alone makes me better for the process. My brother-n-laws mother use to say, "don't let someone else put stones in your wagon." Think about it, if its your wagon, you will eventually have to pull it and if you have allowed others to weigh it down, you and you alone will be dragging all that mess around. I say, give the stones back either politely or thrown if necessary. You and your wagon will go further and last longer.

Staying true to the mission

I was reading my blurb on this page about why I'm writing and I wondered if I was being true to it, because I rarely ever talk about actual eating, the surgery and such except when I'm processing something. But you know, I spent all my life focusing on my weight. I thought about how it kept me from love, how I needed to find just the right diet, how I wasn't pretty enough, how I physically couldn't do certain things, how I was a failure and weak for not losing it, how I was a disappointment to my family cause they were waiting for me to marry and have kids. Heck I spent enough time on the weight, I want to talk about the issues that I lumped into the food I ate to deal with the freaking weight. I just didn't have the time, energy and where with all to deal with the true issues of life. So forgive me if I'm not talking about the actual weightloss enough. Obesityhelp.com and bariatriceating.com are wonderful places for that. I'm tryng to get free over here and whatever I need to talk about is what I'll be pounding out on this laptop. Thanks for humoring me with comments and even smiley faces! I hope something either makes you laugh, clicks for you, or just makes you appreciate that you aren't as nutty as me. That's cool cause I'm getting mine so you might as well do the same.

Jaded or realistic or phobic?

My sister's going through divorce # 2...she's thin, My friend is living with her mom after a divorce...she's skinny, tall, leggy and light complexioned, my friend is separated...men get mesmerized by her booty, my friend is still dealing with the repercussions of her divorce...she's a cute small Asian, Vanessa Williams, Halle Berry, Jennifer Anniston, on and on it goes. Check out this link.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31377503/ns/today_weddings/

Ok so if you read, some of the comments in the past I believe one alluded to me eventually discovering that weight was not the whole issue regarding me and relationships. I knew that...intellectually, but not in my heart. Then a friend told me I would get treated differently by men. He even told me to test the theory by reposting an ad I have on a dating site. Leave the one I have now with an old picture, but cut and paste the words with a picture when I hit goal weight. His theory is the treatment of both ads will be different. A few weeks ago we were talking about what I was doing in between that, as far as responding and actively checking the post. Both he and another friend suggested I fly the flag up the pole now and see whats out there. So I did and I've gotten responses from several guys. Now here's where we get into the reason for this post. I know men are visual creatures, but my god! What is it with them and breast? Why do men come in so many different varieties? Some are funny, some are not, some are assertive and some are not, some want to lead, some don't, on and on, how is a girl suppose to know how to land one! They are suppose to be the simple creatures and we are suppose to be complicated. I am absolutely terrified. At first I thought I was jaded because of all the divorce, separation, cheating and general unhappiness I see and hear about in marriage. Then I thought maybe I'm looking at folks and simply being realistic about the fact that relationships simply aren't what they are cracked up to be. I wondered if I have lived single too long to be with someone happily. I wondered if I have too much baggage. I wonder if I simply don't have what it takes to be in an on-going relationship...and there's not a book, therapist, or church out there that can help me. If you're thinking, "dag, home girl has gone off the edge." You would be right except that I grabbed a limb and pulled myself back up. You know I will be the first to admit that some of whats out there in the dating pool should make me, you and every other intelligent woman just a bit afraid. I will also admit that we all have folks in our lives who's relationships have gone south real fast and real bad. Can we also admit that we enjoy vacations and trips that we didn't have to take someone along, or make sure he was ok about us going and we really love spending our money the way we want? Ok lets just get that all out of our systems before I go on. Deep breath in and relaxing breath out. That stuff aside whats the deal?

A couple of weeks ago a new acquaintance suggested to a group of us, a new sexual idea. It was a very intimate act involving oils, no clothes and lots of body contact. Well, it sounded good and I am all for trying it. HOWEVER me being me, I got stuck on how very intimate the act is. No doubt it will be enjoyable and lead to some (throat clearing sound), nice action afterwards, but again it is a very intimate act. I couldn't help but wonder how many times someone had pulled this one out of their bag of goodies and shared it with someone who wasn't ready or worthy of that type of intimacy. So now we are headed where I want to go...almost. I think that particular sex act is like marriage or long term relationships. Speaking for me, I've layed out the red carpet and put up a blinking neon sign indicating "Pearly Gates this way". To put it the way the Bible has, I have cast pearls before swines. You know, basically done everything including the dance of the seven veils to get him locked down. If you meet me, you might not guess it, but I am an encore kinda girl. I can still count my partners on one hand, but don't sleep on me...I got some skills and all of them have come back for more, and the reviews are all good...ok so there was one complaint. But, I'm a quick study, or as Mae West puts it when, "I'm good, I'm good, but when I'm bad, I'm even better!", and the complainer turned out to be my most ardent fan. Damn I'm good. Sorry but my momma says, "Its a po' frog that don't praise his own pond." Think on that one for a minute, its really quite deep.
Anywho, I said that to say, I am still a single woman. Obviously skills alone can't lock em down, no matter how many times we hear that myth. I think I've mistaken sex for intimacy and given sex, rather than getting to be truly intimate. This is not a wait speech. You do you, I got to answer for me and you got to answer for you. No, this is a I'm scared of real intimacy speech. Something about the act mentioned above really freaked me out. I've had to let it bounce around in my brain for two weeks before I could put my finger on it. I have always wanted to have a perfect body. I'm always amazed at compliments I get about my body. I know no one has a perfect body, but I still wonder what his first reaction will be, when he realizes I don't look like what he's seen somewhere else. I know I'm not alone cause I've heard of women who won't have sex with the lights on. Ok, I guess the saving grace for me is that I'm nosey...lol.
Just as the woman having sex in the dark fears what her lover will think when he gets a good view of her body, I fear what my lover will think when he knows the real me. The woman in the dark doesn't realize that until she turns on the light and fully embraces who she is, she is preventing her lover from completely consuming and loving all that she is. I am amazed at the human heart's ability to love. You've had those moments too. The man who marries a woman with no legs, the woman who marries a man who is able to move only his head. Those stories always touch me and frankly send me back to the drawing board asking "what's wrong with me? If they can find love, why can't I?". I think this right here is a big part of it. I suspect that men may be simple, but they aren't simpletons and somewhere in their guts, the men in my past have had that little feeling that something wasn't quite right. I don't know maybe one may have even said something like this to his best bud, "you know the other night I was with her and things were good, but I had the feeling she wasn't all there. I keep thinking there's some of her that I don't have, and I wonder what she's hiding." Think I'm reaching at straws? In sharing, I had a friend share a similar conversation her lover had with her. This was a long term relationship where it was clear he would climb the tallest mountain to get her whatever she needed or desired, but he said he knew for certain there were parts of her he was not allowed into. Maybe after all of this, it really isn't the weight that has kept me out of a long term relationship. The weight may have been the first line of defense to keep me out of true intimacy...and consequently kept me from the hurt I feared so much. Unfortunately its also kept me from the love I wanted so much. So, now I have to figure out how to get some emotional oil in preparation for some very up close and personal soul rubbing. If he sticks around after that, I might just bless him with the real oil, hehehe!

representing and being yourself

I was holding a CD case for a friend and wandered over into his southern rap section. I was curious, so I popped in one with Lil Jon and the Eastside Boys. The song is Bia Bia. I have to "edit" it a lot, but I'm going somewhere with this.

Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a b*tch and get yo hands up
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a b*tch and get yo hands up
Well where you from N (Where you from)
Where you from N (Where you from)
GD mother*** where you from (Where you from)
Well where you from N (Where you from)
Where you from N (Where you from)
GD mother**** where you from (Where you from)
Well represent yo sh*t - represent yo sh*t
Say f**k that clique - say f**k that clique
Represent yo sh*t - represent yo sh*t
Say f**k that clique - say f**k that clique
Well you scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a b*tch you scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a b*tch you scared (You scared)

Wow that was work! Ok stick with me, I'm going somewhere. Now before I get there, let me quote one of my absolute favorite lyrics. Whodini did a song called "Be yourself". They did a really interesting collaboration and what I thought was a killer funny closer on that song. Millie Jackson did the rap/song with them, and this is the closing of the song delivered deliciously by Ms. Jackson:....ok sorry there must be some trademark issue with the song and video online. Somebody post the lyrics please. Anywho this is strictly my paraphrase. The song is about people who can't or won't be themselves. Millie Jackson ends it with words to the effect that if she had been someone else, Diana Ross wouldn't have been the boss, she would have been, but oh no she insisted on talking dirty, that's her, doggone it, "I'm being myself!!!". Actually she didn't say doggone it...
Theres a lot to be said for being yourself these days. It ain't easy, its not what people really want from you, and there are certainly easier ways to be successful and make friends.
What brought this on right? Lots of stuff, but the biggie was a friend telling me what she heard about Micheal Jackson's autopsy. He apparently had hair on his head that didn't grow there. There was evidence of at least 13 plastic surgeries. The list goes on...google it. It really hurt my heart, but what hurt even more was that someone then made a crack about his real nose being huge. This man struggled with his identity and public acceptance and even in death some can't give him a break.
It hit me, Damn this man was internationally known and loved, but it still didn't get him a pass with critical people. Guess I'm not gonna get a pass. Well then I might as well be myself. I mean you're gonna get judged and mercilessly by some so f**k it, be yourself. Worry about what God thinks and screw the rest. If Micheal Jackson had taken advise from the song "Bia Bia", he probably would be alive now. He would be darker, heavier, bald or close kinky cut, nose about the size of Jimmie Walker's. I don't know if he would have been as creative. I can only speak for me. Yes I am very creative and I have done lots that folks appreciated and raved about. The problem is that after each accomplishment, I felt the need to do more for some body's approval. Hot damn its feeling real good to not do a thing when I don't feel like it! I never noticed how many folks use Jedi mind tricks to guilt you into sh*t. I thought it was just my mother, but I guess we all do it from time to time. What we don't realize is that what we want from someone is not the only thing that people want from someone. See if I get manipulated at work, then I get manipulated at the store by someone wanting to get ahead of me in the line, and then my boyfriend manipulates me for something (no you didn't miss anything, I just threw that one in there)and then I get manipulated at home, if I don't draw the line or simply ignore some of these, I'm giving all of me to people who may or may not really mean something in my life. I know how that feels. It feels exactly like a late night run to McDonalds for a Big Mac value meal, a candy bar and kettle style chips. I really thought I'd miss those super-sized fries...but I don't. I steal fries off the plates of friends from time to time, but on the whole I would rather really take care of me and skip the fries, so if you hear my family, friends or co-workers calling me selfish, self centered, and a lot less responsive to their plight in life just give em a good ole southern "h*ll yeh, but d*mn she sho looking good!"

Hardest working "B" in America

Since the rap culture made calling females "b*tch*s a past time, White America has blown the word up and taken it to a whole new level. In the movie "In Her Shoes", a main character sleeps with a guy and he ask her "does this make me your b*tch?" It has become an acceptable term of endearment. Women wear it with pleasure and men say it with pride. I know, I know, I was not born in an era that makes it easy for me to even think of me being ok with a man calling me his "B". But you know if the truth is told and we own up to it, we have owned a "B" or we have been...or we are some one's "B". In friendship, work relationships, marriages, love interest etc. Someone is on top and someone is on bottom.
I've been both and depending on the relationship,who it was and what I was getting out of it, I've enjoyed top and bottom. I was advising a friend about basically being a female's financial "B". Being a female, I had a strong suspicion that she was making a royal "B" out of him. He then advised me that there is a difference between knowing that you are being taken advantage of and allowing it to occur, as opposed to having no clue what's happening. I shook my head and and admired his soft heart and frankly in my opinion at that time, soft head. A few months later a close relationship began to fall apart. I was frustrated by my attempts to salvage it. I was seeing behavior I didn't understand and couldn't reconcile with the meaning of the word "friend". The same friend came back to me and held up the proverbial mirror. What I admired most was that he initially supported my efforts occasionally challenging how I was viewing the situation. I also had another friend and they were each echoing one another's opinions. I began to realize that I was the emotional "B" in this other relationship. I was in awe of the other person, thought there was none cuter, none as sophisticated or charmer. I even wondered how it was that the friend hung out with me as opposed to this other person. I envied the attention she garnered on the street, and relegated myself to side kick. She didn't do this, I did. I created this classism in our relationship. Sad thing is this wasn't the first time. I had made myself the sidekick or Egor in several friendships. You've heard guys say that fine women have ugly friends. I'm not sure who uses who. Is it the fine woman making herself feel better or is it the woman who perceives herself as ugly or less attractive using the "fine" woman. The difference this time around was that I was in the process of metamorphosis. I first discovered the meaning of the words "beauty is in the eyes of the beholder". Someone made me feel desired, wanted and heaven help me, sexy. I bought my first pair of thongs. Yes my big behind in a thong. Learned a few new things and did a few new things. It was like priming the pump. Other's began to respond differently and before I knew it, I had more going on than my light weight friends. I began to look at the change in my attitude and the correlation to how men responded to me. By this time I had made up my mind to have the surgery. I didn't know how, but I was putting all sorts of crazy ideas out there. I even posted a marriage proposal on Craigslist for any willing military man who was living in the closet. The military insurance benefits are some of the best. I was ready to move on and I would have done whatever it took.
Being a "pretty" girl's B*tch was growing old. But first I had to acknowledge it. Never really thought of it until the afore mentioned friend restated his comment about knowing when you are being used and being able to make a choice in the situation. Then another friend posed this question, "what are you getting from this and why can't you let it go?.
Maybe I'll tell you one day my answer and how it turned out, but today I want to ask you if you are the B*tch in a situation have you named it and owned it? Is it where you want to be right now? Are you learning something, growing, benefiting in anyway that's meaningful for you? If its not working for you and the only person benefiting from it is the person who owns you, why do you continue? No matter what the situation, there is a way out IF you want it. I am the last person to get phony and start running down to you about just do it. I don't know you, only you know you. If its what you want and its where you want to be, own it, wear it with pride and be the best "B" in that situation. In the intro to one of her live songs, Mary J ask the women in the audience who knew that no other "B" could f*ck with them. You get that kind of swagger from knowing and owning what you are in that moment and that yours is the tightest anywhere around and truly "can't no other "B" f*ck with you". Its now one less thing that I get real twisted about. I absolutely refuse to be the "B" in my friendships. Heck, I try not to be the "B" in my family...except for my mom. I know it and I own that one. Me, my possessions and my finances are b*tches at her command. Don't get me wrong that aint a 24/7 thing and I take time off so I can come back refreshed and ready to be tight again. I ain't gonna lie, in feeling a man, I have been that kinda of "B" for my man too and would be for the right one in the future. What I'm saying is you gotta call it what it is...be honest with yourself.

Praise Break

Today I was sitting in the little girl's room struggling a lot less inside that teeny tiny stall and I thought, it was time to have a "praise break". When I started blogging, I was waddling up the hill into my building and laboring hard to breathe. I was having to do acrobats in the little girl's room just to handle my business. Today I did the swipe and go deal. The pants I had on, had a zipper, which I had to struggle to pull on a couple of months ago. Now those same pants, bag and zip easily. I hated rolling the trash receptacle to the road and walking back up the driveway...ok I still hate that, but its a quick stroll now. I have a "too big" pile started. From a size 32 to squeezing into some 22s. More like a solid 26, but I'm sliding into the 24s. I am pleased with my progress. I would like to have lost more, but I am pleased with myself. I have passed what I thought I was limited to losing. I thought I could only loose about 30 pounds. I expected to hit that and stop losing. Anywho, I am crazy sleepy so I'm going to bed and I will finish two of the three blogs I'm working on tomorrow (you can't see it but I my toes are crossed in hope). If you have made any progress towards your goal, stop, take a moment and pat yourself on the back. In fact I'm doing the "WAVE" for you, woo hoo! Good night and happy losing to you!