These Boots Were Made for Sticking Up Your...

If Jimi says he's a Voodoo Child,
then I'm Isis
and Hathor is my confidante.
My glower freezes you,
but despite the chill of my gaze
you begin to liquefy into a sticky puddle
that hardens at once...
like candle wax.
I've worked a root dispossessing you of
those things you consider most crucial to
your masculinity...

You know, the older I get, the more comfortable I feel in my skin, in my being, with myself. I've said this numerous times before, but this time I truly feel it, as much as I proclaim it and mean it. It's a from of release that is hard for me to describe. Nothing is perfect and I am still in the throes of life's trials and tribulations. But I don't feel black anymore. I don't feel a need to curl up in a corner in a fetal position, when things become overwhelmingly stressful. I stress out, but I also find ways to cope. That realization in place, my tolerance when it comes to dating is zero. If there is no chemistry or if I feel annoyance or negativity over the phone, I am more vocal about my disdain for things, and I make no apologies for it. The prospective may feel chagrined or may even deem me as being too picky, but honestly, I don't care. It's that welcome chill or coldness rather, that I I refuse to ward off anymore. It's quality over quantity as far as I'm concerned. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's someone who doesn't know me, who feels the need to be overly critical, negative, nit picky, and sans a sense of humor. All this before even developing any type of rapport or before any valuable time has been invested. I don't feel the need to explain myself to anyone, about the way I live, the ways I choose to make myself laugh or feel happy, or anything else I choose to do with my free, personal time. I am thankful that people, men, show their true colors right from jump, however... it makes "nexting" them that much easier and sweeter. I've come to terms with the fact that I may be single for a while longer. No need to lament over it. Call me a "bitch"... if you must, it's not a very original tag. And quite tired and overused, if you ask me. Life is too short to settle, for the sake of warm man-parts to weigh down my mattress. It's definitely too short to waste on miserable, unhappy human beings. Besides, if I were that hard up and desperate for d*ck, I'd work the stroll at The Point, in the Bronx and make it a lucrative endeavor.

That's it.


Anonymous said...

Amen, bitch...I mean, sistah! hahaha It's so feel they can say whatever they want to you and you should be grateful for them because they've got a dick. Whatevs, it's rather liberating to feel good in your own skin and not worry about the nonsense. No man is worth it...rock on, lady!

- Cat

BeautyinBaltimore said...

Good for you. I notice I am the same way these days. I say why should we settle, life is to short. I just don't think I am ready to get rid of my bootycall (the swinger) just yet.

Anonymous said...

Wonderful Sense of Ones own Body Manifesto! Your comfort you display at sense of self lead me to get excited for the day that I am as grounded in my own skin and sense of self that I feel I am working towards everyday.

pricolatino said...

Booty calls are great when you're single. A good regular booty call is like a reliable cleaner, no fuss, no muss, gets the job done... some scrubbing, some wiping, rinse and go home.

TexInTheCity said...

"I don't feel the need to explain myself to anyone, about the way I live, the ways I choose to make myself laugh or feel happy, or anything else I choose to do with my free, personal time."

Hell to the YES!

Amadeo said...

If I can live with it I'm cool...funny thing is I seem to have a higher standard than alot of people in my vicinity.

For some reason when I saw the pic I thought it was all about boots and I was thinking of a comment that would include my grown-man-ass-kicking-motorcycle-boots. I still worked it in so there.

TiffJ said...

@Cat: You KNOW what I'm talkin' about biatch? I know you do! I'm sick of mediocrity, and I KNOW that you are too! Anyway, miss you bitch and thanks for the never-ending encouragement!

@Beauty: Life is too short to settle for anything that makes you feel LESS than pleasurable. If The Swinger contributes to all those hedonistic desires and satiates you, sans the baggage, then keep him around as a diversion, a little while longer.

@Siobhan: It's not only about feeling comfy in one's skin and body, it's about feeling empowered and strong in your convictions! Dating has become unnecessarily complicated and difficult. People act as if they're allergic to being genuine and manners are virtually nonexistent. No need for me to invest time and energy with a piece of trash. The beauty of aging is that you start to NOT give a shit a little more!

@Prico: Hon, I LOVE that analogy! May as well call it for what it is. And when the mess gets too sticky, it's time to bring in a tougher cleaning agent, non?

@Texinthecity: Hell to the Yes is right! Exasperation brings a certain amount of clarity.

@Amadeo: I am DYING to see a pic of these sexy sounding motorcycle boots! I'll bet you've kicked many a skank and scallywag to the curb with them!

Brunhilda said...

Ah, the booty call. My most satisfying relationship at the moment is a booty call. It's totally upfront and honest, very satisfying. We both know why we're there and there's no bullshit.

TiffJ said...

so long as you both realize what that you're both fumbling towards ecstacy, then there shouldn't be any shame in your game.
I think people who're comfortable with sexuality and all it entails, truly understands the varying ways relationships manifest themselves.

People have promiscuous sex, and mistake this for being uninhibited for comfortable with sexuality and sex... not the case.

If you and your current paramour realize what the deal is, and truly understand its boundaries, then you are ALL good! Keep banging!