Happy Birthday, John!

Grateful does not fully describe how I feel about turning 41. I promise y'all, time is not waiting on any of us. It literally seems like I turned 21 yesterday. As I age, I am becoming clearer about my life purposes and LESS tolerant of BS. I recall being told by a friend about 10 years ago that I don't deal with foolishness. At the time, her man was running her ragged, and her health was suffering. In some strange way, she believed there was a lesson to be learned from experiencing emotional distress. I love her dearly, but that is the biggest crock of [insert expletive] that I've EVER HEARD.

Here's a little self-disclosure: I used to be a complete sucker. A punk. A softie. I was bullied mercilessly throughout middle and high school. My mother, bless her heart, raised me to be courteous and empathetic. What she didn't tell me is that many of my peers would abandon their home training (for various reasons) and become monsters. People would say the meanest [insert expletive] to me...and I would say nothing back.

Then something happened. It was during my junior year. I stopped giving [insert expletive] about how I was perceived and found MY VOICE. Indeed, my silence was not serving me well. I went on to curse a few people out and respond to nearly EVERY insult. What I feared would happen never did; no one EVER touched me. Nothing but empty threats. I definitely would have spared myself a lot of agony had I spoken up for myself sooner.

Fast-forward to today. I am a very forgiving, nurturing, empathetic, compassionate person. Still, I do NOT accommodate disrespect well. At all. Correction: I do NOT accommodate PATTERNS of disrespect well. I'm not one to lay hands upon anyone, but my tongue is sharp. Really SHARP. When it becomes evident that my petition for civility is falling on deaf ears, I up the ante and go for the jugular. Rarely do I miss. I'm working on it. See, when I do bark on someone, God deals with me by not allowing me to rest; my sleep pattern goes out the window until I apologize (even when I was only defending  myself). It's not fair, but God holds me to a higher standard. That's just the way it is.

I am so excited about the direction my life is going in. Musically, I've connected with one of my favorite artists and may have a few songs recorded this year. Of course, I'm still designing shirts. What I'ma hit y'all with next is MAJOR.

In closing, I want to encourage anyone who follows my blog to forgive often, cry when needed, seek the counsel of trusted individuals, apologize when you are wrong, and love those who hurt/challenge you the most. Still, protect your heart, mind, and soul...don't take NO [insert expletive]. 😙

Ass for Sale

Hello, my lovelies! It's been a minute since I've posted anything. After having appeared in The Shade Room and having one of my shirts modeled by Kim Fields, I am feeling pretty awesome. It's been a gradual process, but I'm grateful and anticipating continued growth.

In an effort to be more consistent, I'll be posting about notable experiences I've had during my lifetime. Some stories will be a little on the graphic side, but I'll do my best to not be too offensive. At the end of the day, the truth isn't always pretty or polite. To get things started, I'll tell y'all about the time a prostitute propositioned little ol' me.

This must've taken place at least a good 8, 9 years ago. I had driven to Birmingham with a friend of mine (we'll call him "K") to celebrate my sister's securing an internship (i.e. "matching"). See, she was finishing her doctoral program at the University of Alabama at Birmingham and would soon be moving to Virginia (or was it North Carolina?) for a year. The gathering was nice, and I was able to  meet a few of her classmates. After dancing, eating, and drinking, we went back to her loft and called it a night.

The next day, we hit the road and headed back to ATL. K was asleep, so I drove until I needed to get gas. Now, I am partial to Chevron gas, and we stopped at a station on Fulton Industrial Boulevard. Now, I am not from Georgia and did NOT know that the area was frequented by prostitutes...in BROAD DAYLIGHT. Real talk. Anyway, I was pumping the gas and playing with my phone (I think). All of a sudden, this white woman approaches me. I'm thinking she wants a few dollars or something. Nope. As we make eye contact, she casually asks "You want some company?" So that's what they're calling it these days. I'm not the most streetwise person in the world, but I knew that "company" meant "poontang." Y'all, I politely declined, got into my car, and watched as she walked in the direction of a nearby hotel.

I thought about her for a while. Thankfully, I'm a lot LESS judgmental than I used to be. Still, I wonder what it's like to surrender your body to strangers, day after day, for cash. It's definitely a desperate act. I pray to never have to make such a choice.

My Offering

Well, here goes EVERYTHING. As shared in my previous post, I've stepped out on faith and made a significant investment into myself. Tomorrow (12/6/17) will be one of the most AMAZING days of my life. As a visionary and designer, I am so looking forward to seeing the reaction to my one-of-a-kind shirts. See, I'm advertising on...The Shade Room's Instagram page! Yes, indeed. This is HUGE. To make the buying process seamless, I am posting pictures of each shirt separately, as well as instructions on how you (NOT including family/friends) can win up to $300.

I've given all I have. I've prayed, cried, been frustrated, faithful, and doubtful. Now, it is in God's hands. I anticipate greatness and for my expectations to be EXCEEDED. Winners will be announced on 3/3/18. The shirts are available in various sizes, styles, and colors. To place an order, see the appropriate link under the MERCHANDISE link. Thank y'all for being a part of the journey.

Letter to God 2

Sexiness Knows no Size

Over it dot Everything

Breathe and Believe

Don't Hate: Create!

Laugh at the Haters

Talking to God

God and I have a very unique relationship. Truth be told, I've cursed a few times when engaging in dialogue with the Most High. See, I am very transparent with Him. A few days ago, while driving home, I petitioned God to make his promises REAL. See, He said I can have that which I am willing to work for. I rattled off the names of people who were able to found brands and industries: Diddy/Brother Love, Tommy Hilfiger, Oprah, Tyler Perry, Russell Simmons, etc. I see absolutely NO reason why my dreams should die and theirs be allowed to thrive and flourish. Now, I am in competition with NO ONE. I do not have to have their success; I simply want what's MINE.

One thing I've learned to do is be SPECIFIC when praying. My sincerest hope is that God will facilitate the development of nurturing relationships with the RIGHT people. People who share my vision and have a true desire to serve. Once I had outlined my expectations, I SURRENDERED ALL to Him: my worries, fears, expectations, anxieties, and uncertainties. The funny thing about surrendering is that the resultant peace can be FRIGHTENING. I'm trying. One day at a time. Peace and blessings to you all!

I Done Done IT!

I'm a risk-taker and visionary by nature. When I was writing country songs and wanted to immerse myself into the culture, I convinced my sister to travel to Nashville with me. Now, I didn't get discovered, but I had a good time at the Bluebird Cafe, The Basement, and the Grand Ole Opry. In my early 20s, I relocated to my home state (New York, baby!) with only the promise of a job interview. Despite my current lot in life, which is not bad by any stretch of the imagination, I am determined to manifest my hearts' truest desires.

Today, I made a significant financial investment into MYSELF. Like any entrepreneur, I'm a little nervous because there is absolutely NO guarantee of a return on the investment. Y'all, before I took the leap of faith, I prayed and sought the counsel of trusted friends and family members. Despite their feedback, I had to make the ultimate decision, and I did. The money has been spent. Faith tells me my expectations will be exceeded. God rewards faithfulness, even when it wavers just a little bit. Had I not trusted my gut, the end result would have been a forgone conclusion: failure. I now have a platform onto which to my products will be displayed to MILLIONS. I wanted exposure, and I'm gonna get it.

I've been in similar positions before. This past summer, I nearly had one of my songs recorded by TWO artists. Despite the various setbacks I've experienced, I can't stop dreaming, planning, and executing my visions. I'm in the process of finishing The Alchemist. That book is full of memorable quotes, but my two favorites are "And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it" and "It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting." I've been dreaming for a very long time. One day, I will see my dreams in LIVING color. Keep me in prayer, my lovelies!

Patti Patti!

It's that time of year again. Thanksgiving is less than 2 weeks away. Y'all know what that means, right? It's time to chow down on holiday favorites, like chilled potato salad, macaroni and cheese, greens, cabbage, dressing, yams, ham, turkey, green bean casserole, corn pudding, cakes and pies. Sweet potato pie in particular. Despite residing in the South for the better part of 15 years, I'm still not a fan of pumpkin pie. I baked a few about 4 years ago, and my family loved them. I even made bean pies a few years back. Let's just say the Nation of Islam has nothing to worry about.

Now, I make a mean sweet potato pie. But 2 years ago, I joined the thousand of people trying to get my hands on one of Auntie Patti's pies. I must have driven to about 5 different Walmart stores. Still, I was told the pies were selling out as soon as they arrived at the stores. My understanding is that people in Northern states were able to purchase the pies readily. When I FINALLY bought one, I brought it home, heated it in the oven per the instructions, and partook with my family. Truth be told, I was disappointed. Terribly. Okay, at least it was SWEET. The texture was airy, not solid. I also found the cinnamon to be overpowering. Y'all, I can eat an ENTIRE pie by myself; I ate one slice of Auntie Patti's and called it a....lifetime. That's right. I'm not buying it EVER gain. Nor have I purchased her cakes, bread pudding, banana pudding (I'm allergic to bananas), or cobblers. Now, don't get me wrong: I know her goods are being mass produced, which undoubtedly affects the quality. I guess my expectation were too high. These "play-play" goods are not a true indication of Auntie Patti's culinary skills. Not at ALL.

Which brings me to my final point. If possible, I would LOVE to partake in a meal prepared by Auntie Patti. I'm talking about real-deal cooking. I hear her fried chicken is legendary; she cooked a batch during an episode of MTV Cribs. I need to taste the sweet potato pie that her son was raised on. That's right. THAT pie. Fresh from the oven. Y'all, I will fly to Philly IF the offer is made. Keep a brother in prayer. 

Happy birthday Gabrielle Union!

That's right! Mrs. Union-Wade is 45 today. I am so grateful for her metamorphosis and continued growth. See, I wasn't always a fan of hers. Truth is, I knew she WAS a mean girl. I watched movies like Bring It On and Deliver us from Eva and thought to myself "She's not acting; she's being her authentic self." The reads and elitist disposition were too perfect. Then came the speech she gave at the Black Women in Hollywood Luncheon in 2013.

On that day, she admitted to the world that she hadn't always wanted the best for her peers; to the contrary, she thrived on the misery of others (I'm paraphrasing). Further, competition for limited roles attributed to her believing that the success of others would diminish her shine. I watched the video and marveled at her willingness to be transparent and receive the judgment that followed.

I had the pleasure of meeting Gabrielle on October 20th at SCAD Show, right here in ATL. She was in town promoting her bestselling memoir We're Going to Need More Wine. What an experience that was. Much to my liking, she has a potty mouth and uttered just enough cuss words. Having read the first half of the book, I was familiar with many of the stories she shared. Y'all know she's from Omaha, Nebraska right? What about the rape she experienced while working at Payless? Gabrielle once "stole" a young lady's boyfriend and was stalked/attacked by the girl's friend, Queeshaun. As an adult, she once tried to treat a yeast infection by using a McDonald's straw to insert vanilla-flavored yogurt into her vagina. Gabrielle is a proponent of reciprocal sexual relationships. If you want fellatio, be prepared to perform cunnilingus; eat a little ass while you're at it. Now, speculation has been rampant on the internet with respect to whether she eats the booty like groceries. I don't know. I didn't ask. Sway did (see below). The highlight of the evening was high-fiving her when she complimented the "Dear God" shirt I was wearing. When asked to offer words of wisdom (actually, just four words) to young women, her response was "Have your own shit." That message is germane to men as well.

One of the highlights of the book is the discussion of the significance of Prince. I won't go into too much detail, but Gabrielle opined that he was responsible for facilitating critical networking opportunities and questioned who would/could function in that capacity now that he has transitioned. Well, my answer is simple: You can do it, Gabrielle! And when you have a function in Atlanta, please make sure my black ass is on the list. Oh, I hope you enjoyed the contents of the gift bag I left for you: rainbow-colored teddy bear, gold crown, and a Welch's grape juice.

If y'all haven't purchased the book yet, here's the link. Good night, my lovelies!