A Letter to The Ladies...

I have been discussing relationship issues with a number of women over the past few days, so i figured i would write about it to more effectively get my point across. it's almost impossible to converse about relationships with a woman because so many have been hurt. I feel like i have to walk a fine line and bite my tongue, to prevent from saying something that is taken personally and gettin my head bitten off... (it's like all women have been to war and are currently suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome. so when a man addresses a sensitive subject, they have a flash back and attack your ass.) So, before get into the meat of this post, i want to say to all the young ladies:

Looky Here, i.am.not.the.man.that.dogged.your.ass! (so, you can save the emotionally charged commentary for the next clown you let walk all over you...)

i am just stating my opinion about what is currently going on between men and women, in hope that you can get something out of it...

first, i want to start out by saying men aint shit!. we aren't and that's just the bottomline. if it was up to us (and there weren't so many STD's in existence), we would smash 365 females a year, and 366 in a leap year! Sex becomes our driving force once our little pee pee's get hard for the first time... i even remember my first woody, it was a monumental moment! (i was 4, and my baby-sitter had a 17 year-old niece that was living with her. she had just gotten out the shower and was walking around in her room. well, to prevent us 'little ones' from locking ourselves in a room, my babysitter took all the door knobs off the doors. so, when you wanted privacy you had to make sure to put a wash cloth in the hole where the door knob was suppose to be and that wonderful fall afternoon, she forgot to do so.... SCCCOOOORRRRREEEE!) anyway, the point is that we grow up looking at women as carriers of our sperm not as life mates. we don't give a damn about how you feel or care about what you say, unless we are forced to! i have been in a deep, seemingly meaningful, conversation with a woman while wondering in the back of my mind, "how can i flip this convo into one that is going to get me some TWAT tonight?" (i refrained from saying the p-word for you twiggy)... getting twat is the prime objective at all times, but it's not like it hasn't been this way forever! my mom, grandmother, and even great-grandmother were approached by little boys in their younger days, trying to get their issue off. it's completely normal... however, they made sure to make a ninja work before they let him bust it open. they gained the man's love and respect, so when he got inside, he felt lucky and privileged and treasured it.

now-a-days women pass the pussy (sorry twig's, i had too) around like they pass the gravy during thankgiving dinner. we have chicks hopping from dick to dick like frogs hopping from lilly pads. we need yall to show the restraint that you showed in prior generations because we sure as hell aren't... i don't know if you have forgotten your true value, but men need you just as much you need us. don't believe all the negative images that the media generates about you, all that stuff is bullshit. there is nothing more beautiful than a woman on God's green earth. he really outdid himself when he created you, and don't EVER forget that. if a man really likes you, he will wait. AND during the time prior to sex, make him get to know you as a person. share your goals in life, tell him your favorite color, (my girl asks me what she said periodically, to make sure i haven't drifted into a fantasy about her riding my dick with her tits out and nothing on but some cowboy boots and a sombrero) make him see that there is more to you then ass and tits. make sure that he takes your feelings seriously before you decide to present to him your body because he will drop the shit out of you afterwards if he doesn't...

But when you you feel that he has earned the right to get the goods, don't hold shit back. that prude shit is dead! it's a new millenium, if you aren't on a first name basis with the cashiers at hustler's adult shop, you ain't on shit! AND if you are too young to shop at hustler's, you probably shouldn't be having sex. i consistently had the worst sex of my life before i turned 18 (seriously, you have NO IDEA what you are doing, it's better to wait!) kids out here smashing before they even learn how to kiss... *sm(damn)h*

i hope this was beneficial to someone...

signing out!