IMPORTED FROM MY TUMBLR ACCOUNT
Every now and then I get hit with “are you even black” which doesn’t phase me in the least since this country I love and call home suffers from deep racial scars that imposes expectations based on silly stereotypes.
So lemme drop some science, as we used to say back in the day.
I’m not now or ever was a thug but I know how to get what I want.
I don’t go around saying “can I axe you something” or order skrimps at Red Lobster because I earned a fucking education at an accredited college and not in some prison which has served me well. It may not have been on the streets but I’m wise enough to smell trouble and avoid that shit when I can.
I know my past and understand the debate about black people owning the word nigga and as a result removing its destructive power but I prefer to say brotha because when that shit is used casually by everyone and shows up on instagram memes the pain of its destructive power is forgotten… and I’m sorry but I believe in forgiveness but certainly not forgetfulness.
I believe in God but not necessarily in the church. I embrace spirituality from the East and the West because I know we’re all part of something bigger than ourselves and know that some brotha in a tailor made suit or a dude in a pointy hat and cape paid for by followers can’t tell me anything about my personal relationship with the Creator.
Fried chicken is damn good but so is sushi and rogan josh just not together.
Henney is nice but I prefer Kettle One or a good Pinot Noir.
My only problem with my gay brothas are the ones on the DL because that shit ain’t fair to the women that are misled. Not saying they need come out the closet before they’re ready in this intolerant society but living a lie ain’t fair to either party.
I like to look good and love women but don’t go around dropping my seed indiscriminately. And I don’t feel that because I have a professional attitude I need to have beautiful blond on my arm. I love women of every race as long as they can stir my libido and my intellect.
I shoot mega pixels not calibers and paint with oil and acrylic on canvas not aerosol cans on the side of public buildings.
I’ve driven a car on the wild streets of Cairo where the only law is survival of the fittest, got a couples’ massage in Bangkok, had more than a few erotic encounters in Madrid and Paris, been chased with my boy by security along the canals of Amsterdam for taking pictures of the girls in the Red Light District after being warned not to, swam in the Mediterranean on a beach in Barcelona but haven’t had rum punch in Kingston or Montego Bay, which is on my list.
Don’t get me wrong I don’t judge or have a problem with any of the things above that I don’t do, except the ignorant shit. But anyone that questions my “blackness” because I don’t fit some narrow and limiting description should take a step back and analyze what THEY think it means to be black and where they got that notion from.

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