Single Black Male

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Its Friday and its the rants you have come to expect and a chance for you to let some things off your chest.  But this week … there is a twist!  Taking some advice given to me … I’m going to end this by ranting positive things … you know … my blessings.

• I’m shocked how serious this Friday ranting thing is getting.  I’ve noticed a few other bloggers taking this fine day to rant themselves, often even throwing me a little credit.  Since imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, I love them for it.  I’ve spotted Seven Strangers and Black Femme Fatale ranting too.  Lets start a movement!
• I’ve started my hardcore study regime for the GMAT.  I remember hating studying for these standardized tests.  Worst thing … I do good on them.  It gives me this false sense of security.  Can’t play those games this time around though … *sigh*
• I just started watching the Olympics.  I coulda swore I wasn’t a huge fan … but now I’m sitting her yelling USA every time the woman’s beach volleyball team scores.  Something about them winning is making these scrawn, breastless, and assless women seem attractive.  Oooohhhh … skinny white chicks.
• I really do love great breasts.  Thank God for the existance of great boobs!
• How come most women with good breasts don’t have an a$$.  And A lot of women with nice a$$ don’t have breasts.  Actually, I thank God for keeping the number of these “women with it all” very low.  How would I focus on anything?  Society as we know it would crumble.

Now some positive

• Uh … I managed to have a day of no arguments and nothing but good fun in the comments section (Wednesday with my boobs post).  Who thought titties would unite us all?
• I finally made it to the Melting Pot this week.  It was real nice too.  I was told it wouldn’t be filling … but it was.
• My car got a flat tire … but I have a motorcycle.  It proced to be a virtual non issue.
• Last weekend I successfully rode my motorcycle to Philly from DC and back.  I feel like I have accomplished something with my life … finally.
• Everyone has just been extremely supportive of this site and what I was going through personally.  I open my doors to new writers, and they came in bearing gifts.

Thats it for me.  Everyone else …

RANT!

It has been a CRAZY ass week.  So you know I got plenty to get off my chest.

• This f*cking site is giving me an ulcer.  The amount of time I am spending in the comments section, in addition to the sleep I rob myself updating and running this one man show is stressing me the f*ck out.  If anyone … anywhere … is interested in helping, collaborating, something … let me know.  The email is sbm@singleblackmale.net and I’m open to whatever right now.
• On Wednesday I had a post called “Something New” and by a sheer coincidence Black Femme Fatale had a similar post by the name of “Something new? Who knew?”.  One of the people I love to hate the most accused me of stealing the topic and then refusing to link to it.  Well, thats not true, the movie was popular, and it was really just a coincidence.  Needed to set that straight.  I’m not blog jacker!
• I flirted with the idea of closing the site down.  I do everything here myself and hold down a demanding 9 to 5 (5 if I’m lucky) on top of it.  This is a lot of work and its gotten bigger than I thought.  I am dedicated to keeping this up and running, but don’t be mad if I’m not in the comments section as much as you would like.
• We are all f*cking adults here.  Why is it that people expect me to come and police sh*t all the time?  This isn’t the streets and no one has a gun.  I would like to think we as adult black people could get along on a blog.  Its done elsewhere … why not here.
• Since motherf*ckers can’t get along though … there is now a “The Rules” page that will outline my rules.  Its open for suggestions  … but what is up there goes.  I’ve been a real pussy about blocking people and stuff … but that sh*t is done with.  I don’t care if the comments dry up, I don’t care if you and your mama get mad … I just don’t care.  I didn’t start this site to display the hostility and drama in our community … I came with a much higher purpose.  Motherf*ckers act up … motherf*ckers getting blocked.
• Me and my girl broke up.  This site is not the sole reason … but a big one.  Forgive me if I hate all of you for helping to run off the person I love (yes … I love this chic).  It really wansn’t meant to be, we rushed into things without acknowledging how different we were … but my kids and grandkids will hear her name and how she ushered in a new “I can change” era in my life.  This woman has forced me to do better … and for that I really do thank her (although she hates me).  So … as soft, punk bitch, and simpish it sounds … I still love you.
• I think I really formed an ulcer today.  Someone told me they had one at my age last night.  I now am officially worried about my health.
• I am really never ever telling someone I date about this site.  Also, if you do have a blog and a woman … make sure their is a clear line drawn between the two that is well understood.  And don’t let one mad n*gga go f*cking up your situation.  I hope the one “mad person” here heeds my talk to him and does the right thing.
• I don’t even know if I’ll read the comments today.  I think I got bigger things to worry about.

Rant if you want … I don’t give f*ck.  Read “The Rules” and don’t get your ass banned … in a bad mood and work is getting out of control.  Be happy people … stop all this bullsh*t.

Oh … and to the readers that don’t read the comments … your the smart ones!

Its Friday … time for me to let some stuff off my chest.

• Have I ever said how much I love those that comment on this site!  I don’t know what it is about this week … but I swear I have learned so much by reading the comments left (yes … I read every single one).  The mix of people is great, the dynamic has been beautiful, my beautiful black people are getting along and empowering each other, and I feel like I actually picked up a little advice for life.  So … for those who had something to say to me and each other … thank you … and I really love ya’ll *chokes up*.
• I haven’t been back to my regular office in 2 weeks … why has so much changed.  They got a mini fridge … one of my favorite people left … the client seems to be in their own world … I tell you.
• Been doing a good bit of self reflection as of late as it comes to me and relationships.  As I said … I think its time to make that jump from good to great … actually … from great to greater.  Maybe its cause I’m old now.
• So now that I’m a year older … I walk around saying “man I feel old” all the time now.  Problem is … I date an older woman and am by far the youngest guy in my office … so after the woman who sits next to me told me “wow … my son is 7 years older than you” and being constantly called a “baby” … I guess I haven’t earned the right yet.  But I don’t care … I’m getting old.  Can’t do it like I used to.
• How long is sex supposed to last?  Personally … 15 minutes feels like a warm-up to me … and hour seems good … 2 is better … and 4 is attainable, good, and something to tell people about.  Whats all this “I’m tired” I keep hearing about?
• So … I got a girlfriend now (I’m sorry ladies).  Don’t worry, I’m not gonna get soft on ya’ll.
• I read a post over at Black Femme Fatale and I might still be offended.  Has to do with the elaborate demands placed upon a man when it comes to paying and stuff.  I mean … I understand my role as the man … but the exacting standards of these rules bother me.  The best part was “My Grandfather told me that if a man wants my time he has to pay for it”.  No offense … but thats the rule we have when strippers come sit down at the table with us in the strip club.  What does that say?
• Its not even midnight and I’m tired as hell.

Thats it from me.  What bothering you?  What good news do you have?  Whats poppin?

RANT!

Its Friday .. so time for me to get some things off my chest.

• Sometimes I fear I’m gonna have to sell, close, or scale back on this blog to keep my sanity.  I can live with the time commitment … but dealing with all this drama is draining.  I tell ya … just saps at your soul to watch your own people bicker and then have one in particular label you an instigator … go figure.
• My birthday is soon approaching.  I don’t know how I feel about that.  I have been told I should embrace it and enjoy the fact that I’m getting older … but f* that … I’m still trying to be young and dumb for a little longer.
• Apparently there have been some allegations flying around her about me (of course only from one person).  If it didn’t annoy me so much … I think I would die laughing.  I guess its like Kat Williams said … everyone needs hater’s to let them know their doing well.  As he said “If you got 14 [people] hating on you … you shouldn’t be complaining … you need to figure how to be at 16 by the end of the summer.”  Here’s to picking up a few more.
• Apparently a friend of mine has trouble telling people he has a girlfriend.  I don’t know why … its so easy.  “Hey … they got free pizza in the break room”.  “Really?! I should take a slice for my girlfriend”.  I mean … your average conversation gives you a million and one instances to drop that tidbit.  Who knows … maybe its just me.
• I want a really really great bachelor party when I get married.  I don’t believe in infidelity or cheating … but its needs to tsunami in the strip club (or wherever we are).  So far I’m thinking a hotel suite, a whole bunch of chicken, more liquor than any group of people could consume, and a whole team of strippers representing 5 of the great states known for stripping (all in the south)!
• Who thought of the cumshot in porn?  I mean … I will actually argue a lot of stuff isn’t actually degrading (strip clubs included) … but who thought to end every porn scene with a guy cumming on a girl’s face?  Even I gotta think … damn.

That’s it from me … now I want to hear from you.  Whats bothering you, annoying you, making you happy, consuming your thoughts, or just in your head right now?

RANT!

Its Friday again … so time to release so stress at the end of the week.

• I haven’t admitted it … but I love white women.  My last girlfriend was caucasian and while I do date black women, they have continued to depress me and convince me why I will marry a white woman.  Last black woman I dated, asked her to make me a sandwhich … and she laughed.  My ex was making me them after 2 weeks.  Would have made a whole post on it … but thats doing too much.
• I barely go to the club anymore.  I feel like I’m way too young to have outgrown the club, but damn if it just doesn’t do it for me.  I used to love crowded clubs (I’m a big guy so I just moved people) … but now I can’t stand people touching me.  Its hot, I want to sit down, and damn if girls at the club don’t even do it for me.  Besides … women aint touching their toes anymore … whats the point.
• I was joking about the white woman thing.  I love my Nubian Queens (unless your an angry bitter b*tch … can’t stand ya’ll).
• I miss my old car.  I had an Acura TL, sold her for something “practical”, then got so bored I bought a motorcycle.  Now I miss her … soooooooo much!
• I really love breasts.  I just don’t understand why so many guys are ass men.  I will admit that a great ass can make you double take quicker then nice breasts … but when it matters (sex) … the breasts offer hours of fun.  You can push em up … down … around … squish them together … pull them apart … the options are endless.  An ass … you can smack it … what else?
• “My Dougie … My Dougie … My Dougie … she says she likes my Dougie (I’m fresh) … My Dougie (I’m Fresh) … I’m Flyer than a motherf*cker!”
• My “first” didn’t believe I was a virgin.  She refused to believe that I had never had sex with anyone else.  You would think hearing something like that could make you lazy … happy … complacement.  But not me … felt like I had a bar to meet now.  Just so she never saw a “degradation” in quality, I analyzed everything I did, identified the good things, and dropped the bad.  That is the reason I now waaaaaayyyyyyy overthink sex.  I guess the satisfaction of others at the cost of myself … eh.

Thats it for me.  I feel a lot better.

Now … good people of singleblackmale.net … family … whats on your mentally checked out, is it 5 o’clock yet, I don’t want to be here, the weekend started at 9am, ITS FRRRIDDDDAAAYYY mind.

RANT!!!

-SBM