Indecisive people

Let me just hop right on into this fuckery right here. I hate an indecisive person. I'm not just talking about the bitch that never knows what she wants to eat either. I'm talking about the people that just don't know what they want in life.

Let me hit you on some real shit. I'm 29 years old. Looking 30 right in the eyes. I had a plan to be settled and with a family started by 30. This is something I've made abundantly clear to exes. This is something I made clear to people I thought had potential when they entered into my life. Now here's my mutha fuckin beef. If we meet and we vibe, and we on some chill type shit getting to know each other and I make it clear that while i wasn't rushing into a relationship cuz I know my goal I want to build up to one, one would think that the other person in question would make his intentions clear from the jump right? Not this indecisive bastard. Instead, we go on with my idea, then months down the road you hit me with the friends label, but you don't know how to stay in the friend zone. Bitch. If you want to be a friend. you cannot be questioning my whereabouts, what i do, who I'm with, who i'm fucking, what sites i'm on, and all that shit. STAY....IN....YO....MUTHA....FUCKIN....LANE....BITCH!!!

Then, being me, I help the fool cuz he down on his luck but this is a temporary thing cuz i got shit going on (i.e. building my family without a significant other, i got no issues with single parenthood cuz fuck relationships). So temporarily this fool is allowed to use my second bedroom (with restrictions, my house so only person fucking in here is me, only person bringing company is me. don't like it, GTFO). He can come and go as he pleases long as my basic requests are respected and he contributes something right? So that means when he vanishes for 2 and 3 days I don't give 2 fucks cuz we not together and his hoes not in my house. But why the fuck are you laid up with whichever ho you with and texting me worried about what I'm doing and trying to say shit like if i'm not happy you're not happy? Know what would make me happy? You either deciding to get on my dick or staying firmly the fuck in the friend zone you claimed to want to be in you ignorant cretin. Don't worry about what and who I'm doing. Go fuck yo ho, damn it. Then you come back and want to be all nice and shit, cooking dinner, spending time and shit. Uh, that's great, my dude, but I got shit to do that don't involve you. Know your role, bitch, know your role.

See, I know my role. I don't ask who he with, where he's at, or what they're doing. If he don't answer a text when he's out, I just assume he sucking some dick or eating some ass. Do you and text me back when you done but keep those details to yourself cuz we're not that type of friends. I stay in my mutha fuckin lane. He keep crossing over his. You ol' indecisive bastard. I hate that.

Lesson here, if you see what you want in someone, speak the fuck up. Don't hold that shit in and try to throw hints. People like me don't operate on those

Stupid shit people lie about on dating/hookup sites

First off, let me say I realize it's been entirely too long since anything has been posted here. But I have lots of belligerence to share lately and this was always a great avenue to vent in so let's get to today's topic.

I'm not really sure if I've touched on this shit before, but people lie about the dumbest things when making their profiles on dating/hookup sites. I'm gonna touch on the shit that I've just stumbled across while browsing one that I have no idea why I keep returning to.

1. Age-now, this seems to be extremely common in the gay community especially. You either have the underage boys lying saying they're of age, which are easier to spot, or you have the old ass dudes trying to say they're younger. Example: One dude I know I've fucked with before currently says he's 39 on his profile. Now, problem with this is, I'm 29 and you have a son my age. Bitch you did not make your son at age 10. You're 49. Don't lie. And the sad part, he has no reason to lie anyway cuz the body is still banging anyway so most of the young cats will let you hit at least once anyway.

2. Body type/shape: people, let's be real. You are not slim if you're 5'6" and weight 190 pounds or more. At that weight you're either buff as hell or you're somewhere between thick and fat, probably fat.

3. What they're looking for: this shit right here will get your feelings hurt when you approach someone like me. See, I actually read your entire profile when you approach me. So if you profile said you were looking for people to get to know, that aren't just trying to fuck you, you trying to settle down and start a family etc, but as soon as you hit my inbox you trying to fuck, I'm immediately uninterested. It's not the fact that you want to hook up. To each their own and if I'm having a moment I'm likely to indulge some of the more attractive people. It's the fact that you can't stick to your guns. On the flip side, if your profile says you want to fuck but now you want to have deep conversation, you are a jumpoff trying to upgrade yourself to boyfriend/girlfriend status and need to update your profile to reflect what you want. Honesty people, it's not that fucking hard.

4. Pics: This is a loaded issue. Now the site I use allows you to lock your pics if you don't want them public and unlock them for specific people. So, first issue, there's no reason not to have a pic up, i don't give an iota of a fuck how DL you claim you are. Then you say stupid shit like I'll text or email you a pic. No jackass just load one on the site and unlock it like the rest of us then lock it after I've seen it. Next issue within this issue, the bitches using fake pics that think we don't know they're using fake pics. If you are using the pic of a thirst trap from instagram, trust me friend, I know if you're the actual person or not. Be real with this shit cuz if we meet and you not this fine as person in this pic, I'm going to turn right back around and leave. Next issue within an issue, people using way old pic. Don't be using that cute as pic of you fresh out of high school when you were at a solid 150 and you know you gained a good 150 since then. And next, don't do that shit when you upload only a pic of your face at an angle trying to hide the rest of your body. There's someone for everyone. That person may not be me, but someone out there will like it. Oh, and don't do that dumb shit where you post a whole body pic but you try extra hard to make the ass look fat when you know you got a flat wide ass. Work with what you got, boo, work with what you got.


Couple other things:

1. Learn how to carry on a goddamn convo: I didn't think this would be that hard but some form of conversation has to be had, especially if you say you just want to chat. Bitch have something to fucking chat about

2. One word responses imply a lack of interest: if you're interested, don't give them. If you're getting them from the other person, you're boring them.

3. Be consistent, damn. Don't start up with a good ass getting to know a person convo one day, and the next day you just trying to get in the drawers. That pisses me off

4. Be upfront damn it. You know what you want, you know what you're attracted to. Stop playing with people's feelings then wondering how the fuck yo dumb ass ends up with stalkers or why you can't settle down and find someone that actually loves yo stupid ass

5. Don't whine about your ex to someone you just met. Bitch, I don't care how dirty they did you in the slightest. I don't know you. That's what your friends are for. I'm just a random dude online trying to alleviate some boredom. You ca tell me all that shit if you're actually a semi interesting person that I decide is worth trying to be with when I decide I want to know why you're single. Til then, shut the fuck up

6. Realistically, if it's 3 in the damn morning and you suggest meeting up, there's only one thing on your mind. And it ain't goddamn videogames. It ain't watching a movie. It ain't getting to know each other. Don't insult anyone's intelligence. You're trying to smash or get smashed. Can we not bullshit around that point if I deem it worth my time to agree to meet at such an hour? If we meeting at that time of morning, be ready to slob on my knob like corn on the cob and cut out all the mutha fuckin small talk. Shit!!!!


I think that about wraps this up. I'm gonna have to get back on this cuz I'm sure I have many more topics to post on. Comment if you got more to add on to my list or if you have another topic for me to post on

Transphobia in the gay community and how stupid they look.

Advance warning: when I say gay community: I literally mean the gay and lesbian community rather than the LGBT community as a whole.

I know I don't blog here and I apologize deeply for that, but with this Caitlyn Jenner stuff distracting us from whatever the government is up to, I thought I needed to get these words out about this particular breed of fuckery. As a cismale trans ally, transphobia disgusts me, but it pisses me off even more when it comes from the LG community. You would think that one community hated for wanting to be themselves would sympathize with another group of people hated for wanting to be themselves.

But noooooo... that's too logical for the gay community to get through their skulls. I fail to see how the LG community can fight for marriage equality and anti-discrimination bills when they're too busy opening their mouths and spewing the same hot bullshit. that their opponents do and join in with the homophobes and become bigger transphobes.

But you're not being hateful. No, you're just hypocrites. How in the blue fuck can you shout that you want what's due you per the United States Constitution, but you want to deny the "T" in "LGBT" the acceptance and desire to be themselves? Miss me with that shit. I had one guy call Caitlyn Jenner a "drag queen." So, you think all transgender people are drag kings and queens, but you don't hate them. That fuckery sounds like hate to me.

You know what's funny? People like that guy would never step to a trans person on the street and say shit like that to their face. Late last year, Tamikkka "Boom Boom" Brents gave Fallon Fox shit for being trans rather than being her opponent. The only thing Fallon did regarding her identity was come out as being a transwoman. After that, her focus was on being the best at 145. I called her on her shit on her Facebook page and her response with me, as it was with countless critics of her lax attitude towards her transphobic fans, was to delete our comments and rage-ban us. Some representative of the LGBT community.

I don't think I can say any more because just thinking about this shit is making my lower back hurt, so I'll just end it on this note: instead of beating the streets talking about you want to be equal under the laws of the land, how about the LG community just focus on repairing the internal divisions and stop fighting each other and the other letters before fighting inequality?

Letting loose

You ever had those days where everything and everybody can go fuck off? Yeah, having almost a month of that shit and the nigga in me that lurks in even the most reasonable black man can't take it no more. The last thing I wrote (now deleted) was called a rant when it was me expressing how I felt without any anger. That's not the case this time. And this is going to have a lot of profanity, so if you have virgin eyes, I suggest you look the fuck away.

Grandpa trolls: Old-ass, punk-ass, douchebag-ass, zero-ass nigga. You were sorry but you had to attack me for how I felt, right? Well, I had to block your ass because you didn't read the disclaimer, not because my "widdle feelings were hurt." This is what you call a rant and I've only gotten started. I don't even know him, nor have I seen him off FetLife, but he can still go eat a dick off the motherfuckin' principle that he disrespected me without provocation.

Swearing does not equal aggression: I take the most direct route in saying what's on my mind when it's on my mind. I have moments where I can say what I need to without swearing, but I can't help that every other word out of my mouth is some form of expletive, because that is how I speak when I'm with my circle. It doesn't mean I'm geared up to go break my foot off in somebody's ass just because I say "Man, fuck that nigga" or "Save me from the fucking stupid." I get pissed off a lot and I say all kind of shit that would be offensive to the sensitive and not give one iota of a fuck how they feel. Get out of your feelings.

Lack of unconditional acceptance: Short and sweet. If you can't handle somebody at their worst, you need not fuck with them at their best. Don't make people think you accept them entirely when you ain't no different from everybody else who claimed to take them as is and when the shit get rough, you ready to cut them loose. If you can't take somebody as they are, swerve off a cliff in a Convertible with no seat belt on. Seriously. Fuck all that cherry picking.

Chameleon people: What annoys me are people who cannot be true to themselves. The people who feel like they have to do what they think is expected of them in order to fit in. Like for example, I know people who force themselves to like what their best friend, partner, etc. likes and claim things they know they're not gonna claim when those bonds are broken. I hate when I can't see the real colors of these individuals. These people you gotta keep closer than anything.

Guilt trips: Please understand that this shit does not work on me and the fact that people try so hard to make me feel bad just because I forget something or make a fuck-up irks the living fuck out of me. Seriously, I do not function like the average human being but I don't use it as an excuse when I do wrong 'cause when I know I'm wrong, I admit it and move on. Swerve twice and miss me with the manipulative shit.

Pay Attention, I hate repeating myself

You ever have one of those days where the world can just fuck right the hell off and die? That's my day today. I'm sick of people. I'm sick of simple fucks in general. Need examples? You know I got them.

Stupid mutha fuckas that get in their feelings every fucking time I say something to them about how they make me feel. How in the actual blue fuck are you in a relationship and working on getting shit right, but you want to run as soon as a nigga tell you how he feels? Get your weak minded ass on somewhere. I am a mutha fuckin beast and you have known this for five years now. I have been this way since forever and I'm not changing. If you piss me off, I'm going to tell you, and probably in detail so that you know exactly what the fuck you did. Get the fuck out yo' feelings bitch because I didn't spare them before, I'm sure the fuck not about to spare them now.

Stalkers: Bitch, look. I got the mutha fuckin prize, if you must look at this like a game. I got the nigga you want. And do you know how I did it? By being me. I don't work for this shit. I don't chase niggas. Niggas chase me. It ain't just the fact that I make a mutha fucka moan my name and his eyes roll back as that nut comes out, though it certainly helps. It is the fact that I'm a grown ass mutha fuckin man and I act like it. I carry myself as a man, not a little bitch. I get shit done. I am the most dominating, arrogant, ignant, honest, loyal, caring son of a bitch you will ever come across. I am that lethal form of nigga you don't want to piss off because I don't scare you by appearance, it's the fact that I'm that rare breed of nigga that will fuck you up nine ways from Sunday, turn to another person, and smile like I'm not covered in your blood. And guess what, bitch, I got limited ways to handling stalkers. You stalking my Facebook pisses me off. Roll your ass up to this door and I guarantee you that the nigga you tried to play games to win will be the least of your worries, because you will have the most lethal beast in existence all over you like white on rice on a paper plate in a snowstorm

Bitches calling me for rides: Y'all seem to not understand that I work. Bitch, I have been in hell for eight and a half hours. I want a day to myself. I want several days to myself. Fuck, I want the next year and a half to myself. In short, calling me for rides every fucking day and night, does nothing more than piss me off. Nights like tonight, I'm not answering my phone. Why? Because I don't fucking want to be bothered. Damn. Can a nigga sit at home and take a drink in peace? Shit.

Cockteases: Bitch, you not giving up da ass. Why are you in my face? Do I really need to explain to these hoes that they are hoes and are to be used as hoes and nothing more. Oh, you want to show off that nice fat ass and talk dirty every now and then, but you not sitting on my dick. Bitch, I got a problem with that. I don't do overtly sexual flirting with just any random bitch or nigga I come across. And frankly, if you're a cocktease, you're a bitch. You're a worthless bitch. Slob on my knob like corn on the cob or get the fuck out my face.

Mutha fuckas withholding sex: Look here, mutha fucka, if I tell you I want sex, whether I said I want the dick or the ass, I expect to get it. I don't want to hear excuses. I just told you I want to fuck til I can't walk the next day and you just gave me an excuse? What kind of bitch ass nigga does this? Your body hurts? Nigga are you on your rag? If so, slob on my knob like corn on the cob and we can be done for the evening. Why the fuck is this so hard?

Niggas not getting sympathy cravings from the bitch they knocked up: Nigga, I ain't fucked a bitch in six years. I been in a relationship most of that time. So why the fuck am I getting your bitch's pregnancy cravings and morning sickness, and her fucked up high ass sex drive while you just sitting there happy than a mutha fucka? Nigga I'm straight miserable. I ain't craved fried rice this much ever in my goddamn life and you sitting there dumb and oblivious as fuck. You piece of shit fuckwad. If you don't get yo bitch ass up and cater to this woman you knocked up after I smack the shit out of her for getting pregnant by yo stupid ass, I'm smacking yo dumb ass for not having enough empathy to get all this bullshit. Passing this shit off to me and I ain't even fucked this bitch. Ugh

Fake ass former friends: Bitch, why is your name coming up in my life again? I gave your ass a pass when I let you continue walking upright. Now you in my life again. Bitch I will fuck your whole world up. I don't deal with betrayal well, and you are the worst form of traitor. You desperate pathetic man hungry bitch. I cannot express the depth of my hatred for you. You had a ride or die friend and you blew that shit for a nigga that ain't shit without me. Bitch kill yourself twice.And yes, I used the title of bitch a lot, because you are a bitch, and I don't like bitches like you, bitch.

Bitches that ain't about business: If there is one thing I don't fuck with, it's my money. If you go into business with me, be about your shit because I'm always about my shit. I will smack a bitch that's holding up my money. It's not that difficult. Don't assume 900 miles will stop me from reaching your ass. Stop bullshitting. If you're going to run a company, run that bitch right. You fucking with my funds means I might make a trip, ho. Get on the mutha fuckin job.

I think I'm done, but y'all get the point. I hate stupidity, and it's running rampant.

I'm the bad guy because I cuss so much. Fine, I'll be your bad guy.

Read that title.

Yes. I've discovered a new excuse. As stupid as it sounds, I encountered this shit.

So, I met this chick 3 months ago on a dating site and if she had read my profile, she would've realized that I cannot cater to people if they get in their feelings about something I said or did. I have no problem saying what I feel; which means if I think someone should kill themselves or if niggas are just one word away from me being on them like white on rice, I'm gonna let them know.

Also, every other word outta my mouth is some form of the word "fuck" or any assorted expletive. You fucking knew this, so why in the blue fuck does this shit bother you? It don't bother anyone else. When you messaged me about the content of my Facebook timeline, you should've known that was the wrong thing to do. You knew I say what I feel.

Like for example, had it not been for a fellow friend, the nigga you were considering collaring late last year? He was well on his way to getting his ass knocked around from one end of North County to the other. Yet you had not a single problem with me wanting to do that because last I checked, that's what boyfriends do; they are protectors from fuckery in all forms.

But I'm a villain because I do good in very bad ways. I'm the bad guy because I'm a foulmouthed motherfucker who also happens to be a large black man. I told you that I swear because that's how I talk, like many others.

I'm not the only big nigga you know.

But how in the rainbow fuck does this make me an aggressive person? Explaining to you that I did care about you and your well-being when you basically told me I didn't? How does that make me a bad person, even if I let my control on my rage slip just a bit? I hate when people try to play on the conscience I don't have.

Yeah, your whole reason for wanting to dump me was a complete farce. Just say what it was: that like everyone before you, you didn't really want me and you were incapable of accepting me as I am though. You didn't keep your word, but I'm not mad. No one does.

The real reason she wanted nothing else to do with me? Because I went off on and then proceeded to block some fuckwad old enough to be my father who decided to attack me just because I said that I didn't belong in a certain part of a community we are both part of that I'm still trying to navigate my way through after three years. I explained to her that:

1) That dude can kiss my ass and he's gonna stay blocked
2) What he did for her means nothing to me since he came across as a 50 year old troll. (Yeah, I troll but there's lines even I don't cross)

So basically, she let some old man come between us. But I'm the bad guy for not standing for his bullshit. If being wrong means not bowing down to arrogance, then I don't wanna be right.

People wanna make me the bad guy? Fine. I'll be every part of the villain you make me out to be. Just don't get in your feelings.

Did you really just......

Ok, so this bitch ass nigga pops up in my feed somehow on Facebook and all of a sudden you need me again. Really? FYI, before you continues on, yes, the word nigga is gonna be used throughout this post. You should already know I ain't the one to be sensitive.

Anyway, the song describes this nigga perfectly. Fronts like he has a plan all the damn time, really he's just jumping from thing to thing, from stupid hoe to stupid hoe. Bitch I ain't heard from you in at least six months but now you want to get back up on this music shit again and you want my help?

Pause. First off, nigga I'm an author. A fantasy and LGBT fiction author. My fanbase does not cater, generally, to hip hop music, especially shit that ain't unique.

Second point, nigga, it's been over six months. Where the fuck were you when I needed a friend, someone who, by the way, often calls me his homeboy or his little brother? Pussy ass nigga you were nowhere to be found. Then, you have the audacity to make the same fuck up as before but you want to reach out to me to help you?

Pause again. When in the blue fuck have you ever advertised any of my shit? Do you promote me? Let me answer that for you, lying ass nigga, you don't. Therefore, the fuck I look like helping you.

Third, why is your bitch following me on twitter, the bitch that's supposed to be your ex but apparently is the current again.

Pause. Let's address this hoe. Bitch you stupid. Seriously. This nigga has fucked around on you since day one and you took your dumb ass back. Seriously, bitch, you need to build your mutha fuckin self esteem. Following me on twitter now tells me you're really a simple hoe and you're falling into his using ass habits, and I seriously suggest you look elsewhere for a source to use. Bitch slaps for both of you if you want to take me down this road.

So, lets sum this nigga up. Broke ass bum ass nigga; can't keep a job ass nigga; frontin' like you top shit ain't shit nigga; sorry ass nigga; can't take of your kids ass nigga; can't stand by a friend but always got your hand out ass nigga; live at home with your mom ass nigga but throwin parties telling people it's yours ass nigga; go out to the club spending your wife's money ass nigga; picking up groupies with your wedding ring still on your left hand ass nigga.

Get the picture yet. I kinda hate your fucking guts cuz you just ain't shit. Everything you say is a lie, and frankly, I'd rather not deal with you anymore.