Grown And Sexy

At 51, I've seen the light. I am no longer interested in labels. Haven't been for a while, actually. I have friends. Not like a rosters, just a few friends. We don't play kid games. We're mature about our shit. For the most part we are honest about our entanglements. 

I have this one friend I'll call Hot Stuff. He's a yellow fellow. Very pretty. My neighbors have been beside themselves every since he's been visiting me at my new crib. Why people get jealous of others and have to hate instead of congratulate I do not know.

Beyond looks, Hot Stuff is a man of substance. He's thoughtful, understanding and kind. A lot of young brothers could learn a lot from someone like him. He takes good care of his family and even works 2 jobs to make ends meet. 

I have another friend I'll call Boss who has been looking out for me for several years. We always have fun when we get together and he always spoils me. 

However, since I got on the radar of some hateful muthafuckah, I have been labeled as some dirty whore. When did Oakland become so puritanical? It's okay for men to date. They get considered big studs but when a woman does it she's a hoe?

I'm not a hoe and I resent the connotation that I am based on mistakes I may have made in my past. None of you reading this right now can call yourselves perfect, can you? 

According to a story I read in The New York Times, Generation X'er's are having better sex than Generation Y and Z. It has something to do with our willingness to explore. They, on the other hand were raised by helicopter parents, have been sheltered and simply don't know how to approach the opposite sex. 

I have all of Downtown Oakland in my business and that of my family. I had no family to spend this Thanksgiving with so I went around the corner to City Team, a community resource center, to have a Thanksgiving meal. The food was good. The Black people were nice but the knuckle-dragging troglodytes were extremely rude. I shouldn't of let them get to me but I did and I launched an attack back, threatening to pepper spray them. I didn't want to risk a stay in Santa Rita, so I just bounced.

I'm a creative. I don't expect everyone to understand my lifestyle. However, that once was the beauty of America. Growing up in the 70's and 80's I read Free To Be You And Me, a book and film put out by Marlo Thomas (of “That Girl” fame). saluting values such as individuality, tolerance, and comfort with one's identity. A major thematic message is that anyone—whether a boy or a girl—can achieve anything. 

I was raised in the suburbs at the age of 8. I learned more about the nuances of life. These young Oakland niggas know nothing about nuances. They are products of the Oakland School District. Most of them just got passed along. I can't expect them to understand what it is to be grown and sexy. I've been maligned by Latino youth who have enlisted the help of naive Blacks to assassinate my character because I had the nerve to exercise my right to free speech and call Black-Brown unity for what it is– a myth. I have over 30 posts on my blog. I wrote one about them and they go Def Con 10. 

They have hacked my phone, shared my pictures (even my nudes), call me names as I listen to YouTube Music and have all of Oakland thinking I'm retarded, has AIDS and smell bad (like they didn't learn anything in school about pheromones). It has taken my male friends to ground me because a weaker person would have admitted themselves into a mental institution by now.

I'm not changing. I'm growing. I contacted a lawyer to fight against the Latinos who have violated HIPPA to stick it to me. I plan cases against Walgreen's, Western Dental, Quest Labs and a gastroenterologist's office for sharing my medical records. What I do in my crib is my business, not anyone else's. 

I feel like I live in a human zoo of the 19th and 20th centuries. They watch, stalk and harassed me all my waking hours. I've lost all anonymity. The troglodytes doing this to me say I'm stupid. I say I'm transparent. There is no shame in my game. I'm just living my life, chasing my dreams. My American Dream would never include trying to ruin someone's life for exercising their rights. The first one at that. These Latinos have a lot to learn about what it is to be an American. 

Bottom line– Black people are the sexiest people on earth. We have the swag and cool other ethnicities seek to imitate. Our cultural has gone global. When I go out to restaurants others are always ear-hustling. It's so annoying. Like they are looking to get the secret of our charisma. Sorry, Brah. They are rooted in our melanin. It can't be easily sought or bought.