The Tin Man

The structure and stature is uniquely complete. His stamina mild, adulterated and meek. Tin Man has come into my life with assurance, the know what I want in a woman, not lowering my standards attitude. Somehow he was pleased to accompany me along the narrow brick road. The Tin Man even admitted to traveling that road before, and warned me of sidetracks and tricksters. So yeah, a couple of weeks into our travel, I fucked him.

If there was a moment for me to realize that I really don’t know all that I need to know about men; it was now. I have been in and out involved with the Tin man for about 3 years now and I confess that I am still getting to know him. Why I don’t know much about him? The Tin Man is slow to inform me of what type of person he is. The previous relationships that I was in, has me rocky, inflexible and post traumatized. I am afraid of getting hurt and heartbroken again. Tin Man on the other hand uses me as a stepping stone to victory, cold crushing and less sensitive to my feelings and wants.

Tin Man is more defensive, and plays full back to keeping his heart from loving again. “Should I stay or should I go… (The Clash 1982). He sure as hell doesn’t want to be mine. Nevertheless, he nibbles at the meat dangling overhead. Loves it, and can not seem to satisfy his appetite for me. But he keeps track of his intake, and doesn’t go overboard, Tin Man refuses to become love sick.

Confused. I mean it was you, Tin Man crying to the all powerful OZ, for recognition of your emotions, to love and correlate with women. You promised to be endearing, and supportive if given a heart. The muscle of true devotion. Trust me, I understand that I am not in Kansas anymore, but should I continue down this road with him or venture out on my own.


Please, before you suck your teeth, and role your eyes at this, read me out. Okay, I thought that at this certain point of my life, I would have this living out loud thang to science. After, eleven years of waiting, patiently and only being close to him in mind, he spoke. I,…I,..I hesitated. I choked and got myself together. 401 thoughts ran through my mind, and the only one I could pull out to say was…”oh, now you wanna talk?” pexels-photo-128756.jpeg

My courage was stolen by past heartbreak experiences, or for some reason TRUE love was unable to approach me as if dangled around my neck were knots of misery balls. “Finding She-Mo” Means that I deserve more, and I am going to find it. We blog about the miserables of politics, crime, and economic issues. (Please comment now). I need advice, should I kill the curiosity and move forward and be. You fall in love, so it’s going to hurt. Brace myself this time, and slowly remove the bandage. Some day my prince will come.

Finding She-Mo’


“I deserve to be happy.”  Every living thing on this earth has felt this way. As time goes by, incidents in our lives, leaves us with vulnerabilities. All of the moments we have consumed, we have to regurgitate as laughter, tears, or mutations, and compromises.  The list has become quite interesting; or to many of us expensive. But we must continue on living, and being strong. This allows growth for positive innovation.

“I deserve to be happy.” Just another sip of Pepsi.  The admiration of a pair of nice sandals, that are marked down a enough for the purchaser not to feel so guilty. The world doesn’t seem to be so bad after all. After all of the filtering, and clarification; one tries to remain strong. This allows movement towards a good thang.

Still reading? “I deserve to be happy.” This is for the faithful few who adores the reality of comfort. Awhile others are parading their indecent “Kardashian” moments live at nine. True, life is what you make it and for me my moments are not to be compared to others who were actually born with a gold spoon in their mouth. Just know that I will make it. This allows one to make the necessary corrections for perfection.

One more for the road. “I deserve to be happy.” And repetition is the key to happiness at its best. Embrace your weakness and flip it into confident strength. Visualize ourselves, yep part of the crew; doing whatever it takes to make us happy. Pharell wrote a song about it, before him Bobby McFerin’s viral sensation touched the entire world. It allowed us to be invincibly, 4 minutes and 3 seconds, happy.




I AM no stranger to work terminations, broken hearts, evictions, a sick child etc. My faith has been tried, tested to be proven true on numerous occasions. Moments stuck in a situation like a fly caught in a tarantula’s web. LIFE, extremely full of quizzes, that you’d think reality would give you advance notification on how to handle it all. There is something that I learned for sure, that my mistakes brought about a certainty that God loves who he chastens.

I know, I know, I know; another blogger in her feelings about something. Okay, you got me red “typing.” I just thought I’d let you in on some “thangs.” One, that over time I began to view my connection with religion, residuals, and residents on a whole different level. I had to remember that I was in control of my destiny, that life pretty much was a found treasure map, and accomplishments (happiness, goodness) were just some of the rewards located inside of the treasure chest.

Ah! Look here, “X” marks the spot. Found it! “I’ll have a Whopper, with cheese, no tomatoes, cut in half…” We (you and I) really need to work on finding joy in some of the simplest things (positive) we do, people we encounter, words we say, and places we tarry. I’m just sayin’. Thank you! for reading thus far, and trying to figure out the purpose of this blog too. Until then, do me favor take care of you.

I declare.

Hark Who Goes There…


Sexual Harassment is the New Wrong

They’re losing their jobs, their positions, their minds and public profile respect for a piece of ass. No more Mr. Right! Yes, high prolific individuals that hold down corporations are distinctively putting a twist to the ole’ “Open door policy.”

First, let me apologize for commenting “23” years later, but I had to gather my thoughts and strength. Especially when the world is still uncalm about the caveMAN hitting caveWOMAN across the head, and having his way with her. We were supposed to have adapted and overcome this way of life, but…

Oh my! what big arms you have. The latest cray-cray. Millions plus millions of victims voice that sexual harassment is no laughing matter. At a time when the world was so comfortable with “blurting out” their sexual preference, victims were completely silenced about coming forth and talking about sexual harassment. Facing the world and dealing with such traumatic incline, even when it boils down to becoming an isolated soloist. A true and improved treacherous way of living. These “coochie” carnivores have become multi-platinum smart, smooth and sneaky.

Flashback: “Sex Sales,” has upgraded to a disrespectful apogee. Believe the hype baby!

Reality Check: “We gotta use what we got, to get what we want…”  This shit goes both ways, so don’t get it twisted. I read an interesting article closely related, maybe separated at birth about it –

Fly on the Wall: At that very moment, when faced with the biggest decision to “live long and prosper,” or live normal “9 to 5’s.” While the wounds were fresh, you should have reported the incident, and had the “mutherfucker” arrested. End to countless victims, and dignity on the rise.

I declare.