It’s a Sunday evening and I’m listening to Hollyweerd’s “Ridin Wit My Homiez / Miles Davis’ Lament” from their 2009 mixtape Electricity Showroom and I’m thinking about sex. I always think about, talk about, and/or write about sex. It’s almost like I have a physiological and psychological need for it. It’s not an addiction, where I’m hiding behind 7/11 dumpsters beating off sweating like a creep (enjoy that visual). There are times when I want it 24/7 and the sexual frustration becomes overwhelming. Porn is a tease but sometimes it eases the caged beast. I honestly need/want it on an everyday basis, even If I had a long day, I’ll perform like Jordan in that infamous “flu” game.
Though I’d prefer a girlfriend, I wouldn’t mind having a “friend with benefits”. Commitment or Non-Commitment. I’m not in the business of “using” people and I’m pretty honest with my intentions upfront. If I have plans of a relationship, I’ll let it be known and if I’m just trying to fool around, the same rules apply. Last woman that I was with didn’t seem to understand that and tried to force everything and I was over it. REAL QUICK. Having a sexual appetite that would make a Purple Rain-era Prince blush isn’t easy but I embrace it. If you really want to classify my “condition” it would be something like satyromania but that doesn’t make me a crazed individual. I love sex and so does everyone else but unlike everyone else I don’t have a problem with speaking my mind on the subject.
Having a lot of sex isn’t a bad thing especially if you understand the responsibility that goes along with it. I’m an advocate of safe sex and STI testing because the act of getting busy shouldn’t leave you with a disease like AIDS or KIDS. That’s why I’m not so quick so call women “hoes” because of an insatiable appetites and champion myself or others of my gender for the same thing. This is no country for double standards unless you are the type of chick that wants to get down with me and all my friends. NAH… too close for comfort. All that “It ain’t no fun if the homies can’t have none” is nonsense. I am not with it.
Can’t a brother just have fun? That pure, natural, uninhibited, NAAASTY fun? By the way when I took the photo that you see at the top of the post, I really had to concentrate on what I was doing because she had me at full attention. TEN HUT!
P.S. ALL SEX SHOULD BE CONSENSUAL… Don’t be RAPEY, RAPE-LIKE, etc… RESPECT IS ALL YOU NEED AND IF SHE TELLS YOU KNOW MOVE ON MY G.
Funny thing is… I wrote this earlier in the month and as you can see my mind is still in the gutter.