So this is funny I admit but it’s so 1998. The Rubberbandits really need a black guy in their crew. They should go to East Oakland; plenty of Black Dudes that wanna be in gangs.
I was just randomly was reading about Ice Cube because I am fan and a nerd; and I realized two of Ice Cube’s co-stars committed suicide. I am sure Hollywood is full of failures that consider or commit suicide because the entertainment game has been hard on them but statistically it seems Ice Cube co-stars have a high suicide rate.
Michael was in my favorite Ice Cube of all time XXX: State of the Union. It seems that he struggled with mental illness and after his reality show got cancelled he hung himself. It’s so weird to watch a movie and realize that the actor is dead now. I also remember him from the first XXX and he seemed like a decent dude.
Justin was in Next Friday the sequel to Friday which I have watched at least 500x. Justin also hung himself after dealing with some personal problems.
These two deaths happened about 9 years apart but it is still creepy that two actors working with the same person committed suicide in them same manner. I am sure it has nothing to do with Ice Cube but still…
I was sleeping one morning and had left Hulu playing on my computer. Once your play list is over they play shows they think you may like. This usually leads to me breaking out of a deep sleep to turn off ‘Teen Mom’ and ‘Jersey Shore’. I hit the jackpot though because just as I was coming out of my sleep I caught the ending of ‘The Incredible Journey of Butterflies’; a butterfly breaking out of his shell set to beautiful music. It was a really nice way to start the day; I found the clip on youtube and watch it at least once a day. If you have hulu check out this documentary but I believe you can also watch it on the Nova/PBS website for free.
I like to think that I have some knowledge of people that identify as transgendered so I will give my thoughts on the above video. Chaz Bono will have no problem finding a woman because there are tons of women that consider themselves straight that look for men just like Chaz. I have a friend that prefers to date trans-men and I asked her why she simply stated “I love being with a man but with a trans-man you get the best of both worlds; their energy is different”. In terms of the sex I think men put too much stock in their sex organs my friend also told me an exciting part of sex with a trans-man is that you can choose the dick; and most trans-dudes have a wide array of strapons to choose from.
Chaz is not what I would consider attractive, his gut and triple chin scream unhealthy and that’s a turn off but he might have a good enough personality to pull it off. I bet Chaz has money too; so just think about all these unattractive rich dudes with hot chicks.
In this video and in general I hear people say things like, it’s not a lady/man it’s just a lady/man with no tits/dick. I have no idea what its like to wake up daily and feel as if you are the wrong sex so I cannot be as dismissive; and I for sure don’t want to compound people’s issues with my opinion where is not warranted. So Chaz is a man if he says he a man. I am sure he is beating off ladies with a stick but good luck weeding out the crazies.
To answer JuneBugObama’s question I would totally date a trans-guy if I found one worth something; but as we all know, good men are hard to find.
I think I have used this for the song of the day before but whatever; the 0 people that read my blog won’t care. I use to listen to this song when I was a preteen and fantasize about what my love life would be like one day. As an adult it makes me lonely; I am not bitching about my love life, justsayin.
First I want to say that people should do whatever they want or get away with in terms of personal style BUT (this is a big BUT) this black woman “blonde Barbie” movement is ridiculous. Black women in America have always been very stylish and versatile and the blonde thing just did not start in 2011; just think of someone like Etta James who had bleached blonde hair back in the olden days. Today though it seems to be more about a rejection of “blackness” in favor of becoming something plastic and unnatural and not just a fashion statement; when I hear black women stay stuff “blondes have more fun” or “I’m a Black Barbie”, I just SMH. No matter how much you dye, bleach, and weave your scalp you are not blonde.
Who else does this besides us Black Women; I have never seen a White chick with an afro wig calling herself “White Kisha”. Even with the natural hair movement that’s happening there is still strong vein that runs through the Black community that feels that to be successful and desirable you have to reject yourself. The result is that you have people like Nicki Minaj and Beyonce that are role models and perpetuate the idea that to be a successful woman of color you gotta get rid of the color.
Whatever, at the end of the day people are free to dress and style themselves anyway they see fit.
I almost signed up for school but then I thought better of it; sitting in a classroom for anything is a nightmare for me. I am at a crossroads though I need to something and my liberal arts degree is dookie. I just can’t realistically see myself babysitting rockheads, tweekers, and mental cases for the next thirty years. So in desperation I was thinking that I would go back to school and learn a trade or something. School is such a fucking scam and you spend most of your time memorizing shit just long enough to pass a test then you forget. So now what?
I am thinking about volunteering as a child advocate for the court system but that would be a full-time job for no pay and most likely would be thankless. So my decision so far is to keep writing and see if anything happens. I mean I am going to try to treat writing like a job. It’s the only that I do in the way of tasks that makes me feel somewhat decent inside; I never walk away from the computer feeling dejected and overwhelmed (unless I am reading the paper).
Anyway life is short I don’t wanna spend my life making decisions just based on how much money I can make. I want to be successful but I am taking a stance and not putting myself into a trap.
I work with drug addicts and mental patients; chicken or the egg, I have no idea. As depressing and soul crushing as this type of work can be I usually leave there a little more optimistic and thankful; thankful it’s not me on the other side of the desk. When I hear the stories of my client’s they sound a lot like my own, bad parents, drug addiction, and abuse, how did I turn out so good? I go to work and function pretty normally for someone who has went through some of the shit that I did. I have room for improvement for sure but so glad I am in control of my mind and body for the most part. I am sure I was getting on my therapist nerves last week because of my depression that makes me almost get a personality disorder, but I pull through that shit without too many people know I was doing bad. Anyway I might not be this ‘happy’ tomorrow but it’s good to have those moments of clarity where you see your life is not that shitty.