Love, Happiness & The Big O

My gf is the only person who has ever made me achieve the big O…the only person, period ever.  She is also the only person that I have ever been in love with and ours is the only relationship that is constantly a source of happiness (even though we have our ups and downs).

I don’t understand how people have casual sex, without love and affection sex is nothing for me.   I also don’t understand how people have open relationships.  I mean, I couldn’t take my gf  with anyone else.  Why would people want to share their partners? I guess there are some folks who are cool with that, I could never be one of those people…

But back to the big o…the only other time I have had one is with my handy dandy bullet.  Every woman needs a bullet!  I have had quite a few…I guess I wear them out! LOL.  Which is one of the reasons why I started with Pure Romance..at least I can get them at a discount now!  One of my friends (who is straight) can’t have an orgasm without the bullet…she made her man run out and buy one in the middle of sex since the one she had got a short mid-performance.

At the end of the day, I think all everyone wants is love and happiness (makes me thing of the song).  We all want to be loved, to feel it, to give it.  We all want to be happy.  Everyone goes about it in a different way.  I am happy with my gf, I hope we are together forever.  I am well on my way to being happy in my career.  I used to pursue money…but now I am in hot pursuit of love and happiness (and if money can help then so be it

As much as I don’t want to go to work tomorrow, I have decided to make the most of it since this is only a short term means to a greater end.

I’m A Big Ole Lesbo & After Ellen

That’s what my girlfriend tells me. And come to think of it. I am.
There could be worse things…

I love my baby, and if that makes me a big ole lesbo then so be it.
What is funny is she has pride this, rainbow that all over her Ning, myspace and twitter pages…so if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black I don’t know what is.

What I really wanted to talk about was After Ellen.com, they have a lot of cool blogs, video blogs and content for, about and by lesbians.
When I go to afterellen.com I really feel like a big ole lesbian. lol

I also found some great indie lesbian filmakers who have some great films and I wish there was a better forum they could use to get their films out to the masses. I really want to support more in 09. I should probbly subscribe to Curve magazine, Jane and Jane and the Advocate too. Not just because it’s for lesbians but they have really good content.

My gf is in love with the tees over at www.dyketees.com and I must admit they are cute, I like some of the sayings and art. It would be fun to walk around with an “out and proud” tee shirt just to see the reaction on folks faces. LOL.

Because I have no gay friends, visiting afterellen.com and some of the great lesbian blogs on my blog roll and others makes me feel part of the family.

I am also excited about Season 6 of the L word. Meaning bye-bye HBO hello Showtime! I have a love-hate relationship with that show, which does not stop me from watching it faithfully! I also like that show on Logo “exes and ohs” even though I think its not longer on the air.

We need some good lesbian media!! And not that 3 episode crap where one character discovers shes a lesbian and has some whirl of a romance with another girl who winds up dead or mysterioulsy missing; which then returns the show back to its regularly scheduled programming.

I am constantly ISO of some good lesbo sites, if you anyone knows of any, please pass them along!

Decisions, Decisions, Decisions…

I posted about me being stuck last week, and I think, finally I am starting to see the light.   I am starting to think being stuck isn’t always a bad then, especially if it causes you to pause and prevent you from making a wrong turn.

My problem, to an extent is that I try to put myself in a box.  And I can’t do that because there will never be a box that fully captures me, who I am, what I do, my interests, my goals, my dreams…  I am a constantly shifting paradigm, and, thats OK.

I may have several businesses, but I can never really be defined by one.  I am not a consultant, an event planner or a marketing expert.  Yes, I perform those functions but really at heart I am an entrepreneur, an innovator, and idea generator.  That’s who I am.

So being able to free myself of my self-imposed box really helps me to see the light shinning not too far away.  I think, i think I just may have got my mojo back.  I am working on a new venture and it is 1 in the morning.  I haven’t been up this late, this excited about anything in months.  I am reinventing myself and repositioning myself.  I am doing away with the old and embracing the new.  I told my self I would be financially independent by the age of 30, I that I will do.  I decided that it may make good financial sense to stay at my job, not only because the real work I actually do is interesting and will actually help me with my “side gigs” but also because If I can hang out for just another 18 months I will be fully vested in our 401k.  Which means that all the matching contributions my company has made is mine for the keeping and I like free money!!

One of the things that I have been researching for a few months now is becoming a consultant for one of those “sex toy party companies”.  I have been to a few parties (okay, a little more than a few), I have spent hundreds of bucks on “novelties” and I have always had a good time.  So I said, hey, I think I can do this.  In a past life I was a Director in Qualification for Mary Kay, I also was an associate for Pre Paid Legal, both of which I did very well.  Initially, I looked at Slumber Parties and Passion Parties but as luck had it I came across another company called Pure Romance.   And both me and my sweetie decided to do this together and we both love the company and have decided to give it a go.  Even though I have not officially signed up yet (will do that at the end of the week).  I have already created a blog site (I wanted a blog in addition to the company site they will provide) and set a date for a Trunk Show at my house.  When I get an idea, my time to market is rapid! LOL.

So I am excited and feeling good about 2009 and beyond.  On a whole other note,  I am also getting word that they killed Jenny in the next season of the L word.  Can’t say I will miss her, ’cause she was getting on my last nerve!  But that is still messed up.

I am starting to get really excited over here!

Quiz: What Chocolate Are You?

I found this sweet little survey it’s only 7 questions and fun to take!

Take the quiz:  http://www.sharesomethingsweet.com/what_chocolate_are_you

Lesbian=Sex?

Not sure if I ever mentioned this but I run a meetup group for Lesbian moms.  I did it because the one I was  part of was dead, no activity whatsoever.  So I decided that anything would be better than that, so I coughed up the $45 they charge to organize a meetup and I was in business. 

I was quite disturbed the other day when I received a request to join the group from a woman who made it clear that her intent was to satisfy her curiousity of being with another woman.  She even said that she understood if her request was denied.  Good, because that is exactly what I did.  I am not sure how she thought a group for parents equals sex.   The lady explained how she had been married 3 times and has two adult children but has always been interesting in being with another woman and she wanted to act on her feelings.  WTF? Did she think that our meetups for brunch was code for lesbian orgy?

What I am pissed off about is this notion that lesbianism is all about sex.  I mean you can’t escape it.  Google the word lesbian and something to do with porn is more than likely going to be in your top 10.  I guess all we do is screw, we don’t love and we certaintly don’t have meaningful committed, long-term relationships.  All this woman saw was the word lesbian and immediately thought sex.  I am quite sure peopel don’t look to join a knitting or cross-country skiing meetup and in their request advertise their need for sex with a knitter or ski bunny.

Now, had she presented herself otherwise I would have approved her request.  But clearly, her goal was to get laid and I wouldn’t be upset if I had a swinging lesbian meetup.  But its a support group for women, who are parents who happen to be gay.  Maybe some people have joined the group because they are single and looking, but at least their concerns and challenges they face being a lesbian parent also added to the decision to join the group.  Even though the majority of my members are happily coupled partners raising children.  Maybe I should add to my group a headline that says “the horny, curious or just down right confused need not apply”.

I remember when I was younger anytime anyone said the word “funky” I would giggle.  Cause it my small kid brain funky=freaky=sex.  I really wish people would grow the heck up and stop thinking lesbian=sex and more sex.  There are these images that some people have when they think lesbian that includes threesomes and orgies and all this sexual stuff and I think its appauling and a slap in the face to the lesbian community.  I have had the same thing with my Ning group.  For my lesbian group I have had potential members state they were looking for sex, I have not had any such request with my other Ning group which has nothing to do with lesbians. 

Do lesbians have sex? Yes.  We also attend school, have jobs, have businesses, run families, volunteer and do everything else the rest of the population does.  Really, people need to grow up and get a brain.  This type of ignorance is really making me sick.

10 True Things I Think of to Keep Myself Amused…

1. I sometimes put ice cream in the microwave so that it is melted just enough so I can drink it.  But I don’t like milkshakes.

2. My son will say there is no Santa Claus and will mock anyone who thinks there is one.  Yet, he will not stop bugging me about putting his letter to Santa in the mail.

3.  My gf ordered a local newspaper in order to get a free $25 Wal Mart gift card.  Then forgets all about it and car seat she has to show for it.  For months the newspaper is coming to the house…she has no clue about it.  I finally call the newspaper folks to find out why it keeps coming to the house.  I find out that not only did she order the paper, she is paying for it.  Okay, I can see you forgot you ordered it…but how do you forget you are paying for it?  Does she not notice the debit from her bank account?

4. My gf’s daughter believes that the more letters she writers to Santa, the more presents she will get.  Seriously, she writers letters…not a list of things she wants, but heartfelt letters…

5.  When my son turned 3 (or was it 4?), we had a little party at his grandma’s house.  His dad took the cake box and put it in the trash.  My poor baby was in tears saying “daddy threw my birthday away”.

6. When my nephew was young, he really wanted a little brother.  One day my mom said to him, well what if grandma had a baby?  My nephew said,  “grandma, I don’t want an old baby!”

7.  I have a secret crush on Orlando Bloom as Legolas in the Lord of the Rings.  No, I don’t have a crush on Orlando, just him as the elf in the movie (don’t ask).

8. My son can’t remember what he did with something he had in his hand 5 seconds ago, but can tell you about every gift and toy he has ever gotten, who he got it from and the day he got it.

9. My mom (may she R.I.P) decided that she was getting hip and wanted an email account.  When I said ok, I would set her up with a hotmail account, she quickly replied “oh no, not that type of account…”

10.  My grandma and her nosey ass got her face caught in the train doors in Queens many years back.   All I can remember is a butt wiggling and hands waving.  Now, this wouldn’t be funny if she was one of those sweet, fragile grandmas…but my grandma could probably whoop my behind.  And that is what she gets for always being so damn nosey ALL the time!

There are other things, but this will do for now.

Up Late Watching Footloose

Okay, so I am sitting here watching Footloose on HBO.  My sweet baby has been out cold since 9pm (long day for her) and I am sitting around being lazy.  I thought about exercising…I thought really hard (does thinking about working out burn calories?) but I just didn’t have it in me today.  Plus I was sick earlier in the morning, so my energy has been low all day. 

Does anyone remember USA Up All Night?  I used to watch that all the time when I was younger!  I don’t think it comes on any more. LOL.  Goodness, those were the good ‘ole days.  Goodness, I grew up on The Facts of Life, A Different World, Gimmie A Break, Punky Brewster, The Golden Girls and all those great shows.  And what ever happened to the Berenstain Bears cartoon?  Goodness, I love me some Berenstain Bears!  I make sure my son has all their books like I did when I was growing up.

I am also a bit frustrated because I can’t figure out how to add my music playlist to my blog.  WordPress can be so special at times. 

We had some good family time this evening, the kids are all excited since we put some stuff under the tree and into their xmas stockings.  I am so not looking forward to work tomorrow…my boss is back    Anywho, I think I am officially tired now so I am going to go snuggle up under my sweetie and call it a night.

Adventures in Singapore

8 years ago, I lived in Singapore.  Only for a short stint of time, from July-November.   As a degree requirement I needed to study abroad to graduate.  After looking over the many programs, I narrowed it down to Rome and Singapore.  Aaaaah…..Rome.  I have a fond place in my heart for everything Italian.  The food, the culture, the people, the language… I love it all!  Of course, my first inclination was to Rome.  But something about Singapore kept my attention.  I thought to myself, “it is very likely that I will visit Rome in my lifetime, but Singapore, how many opportunities will I get to go there?”  So to Singapore I went.

It was one of the best decisions I have ever made.

Singapore is in South East Asia a small country on the tip of Malaysia right below the equator.  Yes, it was hot!  After a 21 hour flight (VA—>Detriot—->Japan—–>Singapore) I finally landed in the small often overlooked country.  It was late when I got in and when I went to exit the terminal I got my first encounter with Singapore heat.  In the darkness, I could see the shapes and shadows of the trees and greenery…it was so very different.  I was such a long, long way from home. 

By the grace of God, and a little miracle he sent me named Danny (who by week 3, I couldn’t stand) I survived my first days there.  I was utterly in shock, it was like I couldn’t even function, I didn’t know what to do.  It was Danny who helped me get through all the “in-processing” that needed to be done.  By week 3 or so, I was back to normal and functioning like a regular human. 

I was an exhange student at the National University of Singapore (NUS).  I stayed off campus in a tower (apartment building) dedicated to international students.  In my flat (apartment) there were 6 of us.  3 of us from my school and 3 others.  There was  Danny and Sim, they both went to my school but were from Vietnam and Cambodia, respectively.  There was Elle from Hong Kong, Jacqueliene from Sweden and Judy a Chinese-Australian.  On my floor and the other floors were students from the Phillipines, Indoensia, Finland, Italy, Maritius, Germany, England and many other countries.  All I can say is I learned more out of the classroom than in the classroom that year.

 I worked hard. I took Multi-national management, Portfolio Finance, Risk Management and for fun a personal finance class (yes, I was a business major…economics to be exact).  These kids worked hard and they studied hard.   I have to commend them for their dedication and effort.  They make even some of the American students look like slackers.

I hung out with Ghislaine, a grad student from Brandeis University who was from the Ivory Coast (Africa),  Erica who was from NY (like me) but was working abroad for Citibank, two Chinese-Swedish  sisters (who spent their early childhool in India)for a brief moment, we took tennis lessons together and hung out but the oldest one got on my last nerves with her bossy know-it-all attitude so that relationship was relatively short-lived.  There is Guiseppe from Italy, who I adored, I would practice my Italian with him.  I hung out sporadically with Jen, who was also from my school, Jen was Cambodian and she stayed on campus so we didn’t hang out as much as we could have.  She and I went to see Tyson Beckford when he was doing a promo for Polo at the Mall.  (Tyson story segway…Jen and I went to see Tyson and I was talking all this about what I was going to say do, etc…  When we got there and it was my turn to get his autograph, I couldn’t even speak to him. LOL.  Tyson said to me “hey girl, what you doing here” LOL. All I could do was smile and nod like a fool.  After,  Jen and I went to get our faces done by MAC and she never stopped teasing me about that day. LOL).  I also became really close to Karen, my good friend from Adelaide, Australia we still speak to this day.   Karen introduced me to sexual tetris, who knew there was such a thing?  I can’t forget Lauren, the student from Stanford who was working at the US Embassy for a semester.  Lauren was cool to hang out with since she spoke some Chinese and we were able to get deals when we went shopping.  I’m all about a deal!  There was Nancy, the impeccably dressed French girl who spoke French, English, Italian and Spanish…I was in awe.  Her boyfriend Remy was there too with her, they were always hugging and kissing on each other…always…all…the…damn…time.  I wanted to yell to them to get a room!

While I was in Singapore, I was confident of this one thing: that I needed to milk every minute of it because one day I would look back and say wow.   And yes it was hot and there were big ass bugs and strange creatures of everytype all over the place.  I had many close encounters with a third kind, like the snake brushing up against my face, being chased by the biggest flying cock roach I had ever seen, seeing Mothra, the legendary giant month only seen in the movies Godzilla, the huge frogs and chameleons that look like tree branches.  I also almost killed myself because I wasn’t use to crossing the street where the cars drove from the right side not the left.  It’s the little things that can screw you up big time.  But instead of dwelling on the negatives I lived it up. 

I went to clubs, I went out to parties, I went to bars.  I drank too much, ate too much and stayed out too late.  I did the damn thing and had  great time with all my new friends.  But above all things there are about 11 things I probably will never forget that having me either cracking up or shaking my head to this day.

1. Being mistaken for a prostitute. 
Leave it to Karen to have us hanging out waiting for a cab in some dodgy part of town.  A little Chinese man came up to me and mumbled something and after a few “whats” I finally figured out that he was saying “how much”.    Now Karen thought this was too funny.  I on the other hand was fuming.  I was modestly dressed.  Why did the hookers a few feet away have anything to do with me?  I was a broke college student, but not that damn broke.

2. Getting Felt Up By The Nigerian Ambassador to Indonesia.
One night after the club, Erica and I stopped for ice cream.  We see brown faces hailing us over to their table.  We jump up…it is not very often  you see black folks.  Yes, there are lots of Indians in Singapore, but black folks were few and far between.  We went over and set with about 5 African men and made harmless fun conversation.  One of the men was the Nigerian Ambassador to Singapore, the other, the Nigerian Ambassador to Indonesia.  After about 10 minutes, this man thought it was OK to start to feel on me…down my legs and thighs.  I am like WTF?  In between getting a feel, he is trying to get me to come back to Jakarta with him (hell no, so he can rape me?  yeah right!).  I should have sucka punched his ass…but this was Singapore and Lord knows I didn’t want to get cained!!!  Finally, we left after I was motioning to Erica that it was time to go.  The next day we had High Tea with the Ambassador to Singapore and had a great time. He was normal, nice and respectful, not sure what was up with his horny homeboy. 

3. Manmade Beaches=Good Times
Singapore which is surrounded by Malaysia has no natural beaches.  So what do you do when you don’t have a beach? Make one! And that’s exactly what they did.  I had a blast at Sentosa, which is a tourist attraction and Singapore’s man-made beach.  It looks a bit odd…like a prop in a movie set, but it’s all they got.  I can’t really remember that day too clearly.  Lot’s of alchol could have been involved…it’s all a bit fuzzy now.  But I did have fun!  These was one of the few times my roomies and I all hung out as a group (outside of shopping).

4. Puttin’ On The Ritz
For my 21st birthday, we stayed at the Ritz Carlton in Kuala Lumpur (the capital of Malaysia) for like 40 USD a night!  I don’t know if I will ever stay in a Ritz again especially with a rate like that.  Erica and I took this trip together and had fun visiting the Petronas Towers and other Malaysian attractions.

5.  Ain’t No Party Like An Embassy Party ‘Cause An Embassy Party Don’t Stop
This is how I meet Lauren at a US Embassy party.  But the other Embassy’s held parties as well and it was a great place to meet the grown and sexy on the international scene!  I think I went to Canadian, French and German Embassy parties while there.  Again…that get’s kinda hazy.

6. Harry’s
Oh, Harry’s.  Clydes was this bar/resturant where every Friday and Saturday and African American woman came in and sung jazz and old r&b hits.  We hung out with her.  Erica, Ghislaine and sometimes Lauren and I would go.  I think I even got Karen to come a time or two as well.   I got hit on by the black men (and some white).  At the time I was with my son’s father, so no hanky panky for me.

7.  My homeboy
Seemed like everytime Ghislaine and I would go to Boat Quay, this little man who drove those things were it’s a bike and you sit in the back and they take  you wherever you need to go (i forget what they called them) would always call out for me.  He would say “hey, homegirl where you from NY NY?”.  Ghislaine thought this was too funny.  I on the other hand, found it so annoying.  I was like why is this little man messing with me??  In hindsight, it is kinda funny.

8. Janet Jackson, Whitney Houston and Stevie Wonder wanabee’s
On my second or third day in spore, I saw an incredible deal and one of the markets on Janet, Whitney and Stevie CD’s.  There were others, but I wanted these.  After purchase, I popped it right into my CD.  Something sounded strange, and I knew something was wrong with the wrong “through” was prounced “trooe”. WTF?  These were Chinese singers singing their songs.  I went back to the man and we had a heated arguement.   Wasn’t this shit illegal?   I remember my roomies coming to get me before I went crazy on him…

9. The Roach Coach
Erica and I decided to take the train to Malaysia…we thought it would be better than the bus.  Boy were we wrong.  It was horrible.  They were only sleeper cars, so we had no choice but to lay down.  Erica dozed off and woke up with a roach on her face!  On the way back, we took the bus…which was alot nicer and much cleaner. You live, you learn.

10. Not Going To Thailand
Erica planned a trip to goto Bangkok and Phuket (the island where they filmed the movie The Beaches with Leo de Caprio).  The deal was incredible.  How many times would I goto Thailand.  After all, I was right there, just a few hours away by plane.  I had a final exam during that time and I didn’t want to miss it.  Gosh, I should have went.  I should have seen if I could have taken a makeup exam.  I will make it back there one day!

11. Karen Saving Me
Picture it…some Malaysian island…me snorkeling. We had to swim back to the boat to go to the next stop.  Well, the current wasn’t my friend and I couldn’t swim against it.  Karen had to grab me and swim with me back to the boat.  LOL Thanks Karen!  It was also during that trip that I had the best rice I ever had in my life!

My First Lesbian Love Part 2

Visit My First Lesbian Love Part 1 before reading

It was the summer of 06, I was 16 and heading into my senior year of H.S.  She and I were still hanging out when we could and chatting it up on the phone.  My strong attraction to her finally came it’s boiling point that year.  After a year of denial and repressed feelings I finally admitted to myself that I liked her as more than a friend.  I wasn’t sure how she felt about me.  I mean I knew that she liked me and we were good friends, but I couldn’t tell if she liked me in the way that I liked her.  But that soon changed one day.

After a series of conversations with her where we both begin to indicate that we could be “that way” and that we had an interest in one another, we decided that we would met at my house to well…explore our interests further.  I can’t remember much time lapsed between our conversation and our meeting that changed my life.

All I can remember from that day is that it was bright and sunny.  She came over to my apartment, my mother was at work that day, so we were alone.  I wish I could remember a play-by-play but I can’t.  All I know is something beautiful happened that day and we fell asleep holding each other, her head on my chest.

Soon, school started back.  I did not rejoin the basketball team in my senior year.  And while we didn’t see each other as much as we could have if I had of played, we still spent every moment we could together.  Our morning meetings before school, where we go grab breakfast before catching the bus.   The sleepovers at her house, when while everyone was asleep, we made love.  It was a whirlwind, we were young and in love and happy and blissfully loving life.

We hung out in the Village, where we felt at ease to hold hands and sneek each other a peck on the cheek.  We talked on the phone until late night.  I loved her with everything I had.  I knew that she was the one for me.  I let my guard down in order to let her in.  And she loved me and treated me so special.   She was my best friend and my lover.  If she needed anything, I was there.  If I needed anything she was there for me.

I didn’t care who knew about us, we would hold hands or lock arms crossing the street at Guy R Brewer and Jamaica Avenue on our way to catch the 111 to school.  I would rest of my head on her shoulder while we stood and waited.  I remember doing that one time and there were 3 guys standing there.  I put my head on her shoulder and I heard from a voice behind me “she’s too pretty to be a bull dyke!” and conversation started among the men.  All I could hear was the chattering of unapproval.  Shame on them if they thought I actually cared what they thought.  Undeterred, I left my head where it was, where it belonged.

I never really considered myself to be gay, but here was this person, who I loved and she just happened to be a girl.  I never thought or felt like it was strange or unnatural and just loved her and loving her came as natural to me as breathing.  I wasn’t attracted really to any other girls or anyone at all for that matter, but I just loved her…and she loved me back.

One day, while were sitting in her aunt’s living room, her aunt blurts out “ya’ll two are gay aren’t you”.  We were so startled by that, we stuttered and stumbled all over our words.  To this day I can’t even remember what we said. LOL.   She was sweet, kind, caring, calm and considerate.  She was a great friend and a wonderful lover.  I can’t remember when exactly we fell in love, it would be all but impossible for me to pinpoint a day or time…but when it happened, it happened.  And it was all in the air and every where we went, you would have to be blind not to know we were together.   I thought that she would never break my heart until one day, she did.

DL Hughley: “I’m Against ‘That’ Gay Lifestyle”

On my long commute into DC this morning, I fliped the radio to the Tom Joyner Morning Show. It just so happened that his special guest was DL Hughley, who now has his own show on CNN. They were talking about the passing of prop. 8 in CA and gay rights. I don’t think I have ever heard so much ignorance from what I thought were fairly intelligent men. Mr. Hughley explained that he is against the gay lifestyle. (And you know, I know that gays and lesbians refer to the gay lifestyle, but the difference is this: when we say it, we are talking about the culture and who we are and how we identify as gay or lesbian…when they say it, it is always implied that being gay is a complete choice and we choose to love the same sex over the opposite sex. So since we choose it, and we can just as easily choose not to do it, then they have no qualms about denying us our rights because hey, if we don’t like it…just change. So when I hear straight people talking about our “lifestyle” I seethe and cringe).

DL indicated that he is not for having people rights taken away, but then continued to say that he did not vote for or against prop. 8…he did not vote on it at all…he just skipped that question. This just goes to show how people behave when they are seemingly unaffected by something, when it is not relevant to them, then why should they care? Why should they care that the rights of human beings are at stake here? Heck, if it doesn’t affect me then I guess I should stop doing alot of things (i.e., paying taxes) since I could very well just fund those things that I personally use…why should I pay for those old farts with my social security contributions? Why should I care about the environment, I mean by the time the earth blows up due to our bad habits, I will be long gone… I really should have turned the station at that point, but I guess I am glutton for punishment. I love to listen to people floss and flaunt their proud ignorance for the world to see.

Then both Tom and DL indicated how they can’t stand how “the gays” compare their struggle to civil rights. Here we go again… They said that tens of millions of gays haven’t died (wish I guess is a reference to those who died during the slave trade, in slavery and throughout the entire struggle of black plight in America) for their cause. I can’t believe that black folks, of all people can not recognize discrimination when they see it. I can’t believe that we as black people think we have a monopoly on discrimination and that black people are the only ones who have struggled with civil rights in America. DL commented that he can see if the vote was to take away the rights of a person to be counted as a human being…but marriage? He seemed to scoff at the notion of gay marriage being important, and belittled it to being more of a want than a need or a right. Tom Joyner then chimed in with his two cents. He indicated that he spoke to a black lesbian who claimed that she didn’t vote on the issue because there are other bigger issues to worry about, and this (gay marriage) wasn’t one of them. What? Excuse Me? Apparently, there are several groups in CA who think this is a big issue to the point where they have poured millions of dollars against the right of people to marrry who they love. This is a big issue for somebody. Do we have bigger issues? Hell yeah. Were those on the ballot? Heck no. I have to believe that this “black lesbian” was a fictional character who exists solely and exclusively in Mr. Joyners mind.

All the while, Mr. Joyners’ co-host was back there in the Amen corner agreeing with it all. Goodness, I guess when you get 3 ignorant folks together all agreeing with one another then they must be right! Right…yeah…so….anyway…I was disappointed in DL and Tom to say the least. I never had a problem with either of the men, until today. I am thinking about writing the show, someone needs to address this foolishness. Ignorance really is bliss.