Kids Say The HONEST Things; Where and When Did Adults Forget How To Do That?

I LOVE Kids!

Anyone that knows me EXTREMELY Well knows that I cannot wait to have little ones of my own. Yes, you heard right: I have NO Kids, esp. seeing how rare that is in this Day and Age; Single Black Man, No Kids. Those 5 words are Even More RARE to Speak, let alone fathom.

But I Digress; there is a Bigger Topic with which I wish to Speak On.





The few pictures that I have selected for this Blog are Perfect Prime Examples of what I am thinking about; The Uncut, Uncensored, Innocent Honesty that only a Child could present in a Beautiful Package with a Big Pretty Bow. The kind of Honesty that'll put a Stutter in your Speech and Step. The kind of Honesty that would create Awkward Uneasiness and a Special Type of Uncomfortable Atmosphere that a Family Friend would be compelled to grab their coat and rush out of the door of your Home.

I remember one time, I asked my Dad something he may have done around my age at the time, and he never gave me a Clear Answer. I Guess he did it...


As we have gotten older, I wonder how many of us have kept that up or did we Conform to Society, where things are on a "Need to Know and Stepping on Eggshells" Basis?





*Looking up a this picture of Jeffy Speaking to Mommy*

I NEVER said anything like that to My Parents!!


But that is the thing! There are kids that'll ask, "Daddy, why was Mommy saying 'Oh God!' last night? Was she praying?" Typical Answer: "Yes. She was Praying." Child's Response to the Answer: "Can I Pray with Mommy before I go to Sleep? The Same Praying that she did last night?"


Tell me: What would your Response be then? Are you going to Have "The Talk," or Lie to your Kid to "Protect Them"? I'll throw in an Age for added effect: 6-years-old. Maybe because I am not a parent just yet, I'm saying as I write this that I WILL be Honest with my Child(ren) and tell them what is REALLY going on: "When Mommy and Daddy are feeling a lot of Love for each other, we express that Love in a Very Beautiful Way by having something called Sex." And from there, I'll answer whatever questions they have. It Is NOT That Damn Hard!


Now for my Adults (Parents or Not): Who has Lost Their Way in the Realm of Honesty? Meaning, did you gain a Soft Touch as you have gotten older, as your Tongue lost its Sting, or did you keep it and transition it into your Current Life Situations? If you did, I Applaud You; Standing Ovation Even! "Say What You Mean, Mean What You Say." Congratulations: You stayed True to your Non-conformed Self, and are most likely a Rebel that has been called an Asshole Several Times in your Life and was looked at even Worse because you REFUSE to Sugar Coat Bullshit Donuts.





All I'm saying is: I Can, Shall AND Will Respect You 10,000 Times More if you are Honest with Me and those that are in your Life. Personally, Hurt My Feelings; I rather you be Brutally Honest and hurt my feelings, as opposed to Sugar Coating Bullshit Donuts and hurting me down the line because you did that. At this Age of my Life, I cannot Bullshit People and I Will Not Bullshit People. I Admire and Respect People like My Dad, Ricarto, Caprice, Joy, Kali, Angie and Nickole: They are Gangsta with their Honesty. Yet at the same time, they do it Tastefully and with Class.

But if they need to Slit a Throat and watch the blood flow beautifully as the person is clutching the area as they gasp for their last precious breaths, I would grab some popcorn and enjoy the Show.





Just Making that Known, and Being Very Honest.






*Looking at this Picture...*

Now THAT Is Honest!!



*Bullshit Donuts is under My Copyright; I want $20 each and every time someone says it! LMMFAO!!!*



~© 2011 Andrew Boyd~

Please: Just Spit It Out!!!

Just Say It; Spit It Out.
Do you need a hand to the back of your brain,
To get a head start on what is on your mind?



You know Ladies and Gentlemen, I have an Issue with people that do not know how to speak what is REALLY on their Mind. As I have gotten older, I learned to "Say what I Mean, and Mean what I Say"; Get out frustrations, thoughts, dislikes and likes. Most of the time, they are at someone's expense (And I DO Address them Directly; I LOVE doing that!), and I am at a point in my Life where I REALLY don't give a Flying Fuck about that person's feelings; I can sleep Very Well at Night after getting what I need off of my chest. I EXPECT the Same Courtesy (And I REALLY Mean That Shit! I'll Respect you THAT MUCH MORE if you can Call Me on my Shit, and Confront Me on Subjects, Topics, and Issues).







This blog comes in where I have had a Great Conversation with a Great Friend of mine this past weekend about how a certain person was calling me while I was out of town. My thing is, WHY is the person in question calling me for things that they can do them self? Speaking with my friend, she stated that the person in question Likes Me in THAT Way, and suggested that I should call her on it (Trust AND Believe, by the time this is posted, I WILL have my Answers to a Line of Progressive Questioning: Dependent on the Answer to a question, the line of questioning continues until an understanding has been met by both parties).

I JUST DON'T GET IT, and more than likely, I NEVER Will. If someone wants me to make a move, fine. Thing is, if I am Feeling someone like that, I'll MAKE That Move. Otherwise, I'll treat that person like anyone else: Keep them at Arm's Length.


My Apologies, I misspoke; I Get It:


I'm suppose to be Mind Reader, because that is what WE Men Are! Here's a Brain Teaser for those that Believe that we are Mind Readers:

If we are to be Mind Readers, can you do us Men a Favor and Fly WITHOUT A Jet Pack, A Hydro Propelled Jet Pack, an Airplane, A Glider, or ANY Flying Apparatus of ANY Kind?


You cannot do that? Awwwww, That's Too Bad.


You see, I don't Expect you to Fly, just like you should Expect me NOT to Read your Mind. I don't do that unless I lock onto your eyes for a Good 10-15 Seconds, then I ASSESS, Not Judge. Not everyone is Keen, Astute, or possess the Mental Acumen to differentiate between the two. That's another Blog for Another Day (I Wonder how many of those I have to do...).


Bottom Line, and Fact of the Matter, there is a Controversial Sentence that I will Speak that is of Ignorance for the Narrow Minded, yet it is a Sentence of Truth for those that know me EXTREMELY Well:


Open Your Fucking Mouth, and TELL ME What the Fuck is Floating in Your Head If AND When I ask You, "How do you Feel About Me?"


I'm sure that there are many people reading this now that are not feeling what I had to say. For those people, I Thank You. This Level of Adversity is Revealing to Me your True Character.


On this Topic, Issue, Situation, etc., I already know My True Character. :-)




~© 2011 Andrew Boyd~

Truth and Honesty

"Do You Swear to Tell the Truth, the Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth, So Help You?"



I Do; And I'll be Honest with it as well.


You know Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Truthful and Honesty for the simple fact that I can put my head on the pillow at night because I got what I needed to get off of my chest. Granted, there were a few times that I "Cushion the Blow" to accommodate Sensitive Hearts and Minds. Yet in Reality as well as Hindsight being 20/20, I should have been Truthful and Honest with those people as well; it would have done a World of Good for them to know that someone Cares That Much or Cares Enough to be that way with them.

Then, there are those that want you to fall in line, and not be Truthful and Honest with them; all in the name of Keeping the Status Quo, Stabilizing the Natural Order, and Going Along to Get Along.


YEAH. NOT HAPPENING HERE...

As I have gotten Older, I learned how to harness the Ability of Honesty (Dictionary.com's second definition of Honesty is described as: truthfulness, sincerity, or frankness). I know that when I am Honest, it comes out as if I am Smug, Arrogant, and acting like an Asshole. I have been called Asshole Often because I was TOO Honest at times. Yet, those that I was Honest with, Respected what I had to say, and Respect Me for being that way. They may not like me afterwards, but that is their decision and their feeling towards that situation.

Of course, Honesty and Truth has Side Effects:

-Others have Resentment towards You.
-Disassociation due to others not being able to Handle your Honest Nature.
-Profanity laced tirades that are NOT because of your Being Honest, but rather the recipient CANNOT Accept or Handle the Honesty that was told to them.

And to Be Honest, the Rewards for being Honest are Greater than the Risks in my personal opinion. When I am Honest with people, I feel great because I told that person/those persons how I felt and feel about the question/situation that they have CHOSE to speak with me About (Life is Partly About the Choices We Make, Right?). Also, the air is clear and all of the cards are on the table for everyone to see and know what is being said and what it means.


My Question is Why are People getting upset over Honesty and Truth when they are seeking it?

I Honestly do not know why that is (And I HIGHLY DOUBT that they know either), yet I know that there is an Old saying:

"Never Ask Questions That You Do Not Want To Know The Answers To."

If I want to know the answer as to why "A" and "B" are not equaling "C," and what is it that is going wrong AND what I am doing wrong (Accountability), Best Believe I NEED that Answered. I will Respect someone more if they are Honest AND Truthful with me, as opposed to poo-pooing, hand holding and coddling of any kind. I am not a Baby, and the Majority of those that are reading this are not Babies either.


At least, Physically we are not Babies; Some people that I know need their Binkie and Blankie because of how they handle Adversities.


Yeah, that sounded Asshole-esque. And you know what? If you call me an Asshole, I Greatly Appreciate Your Honesty.








~© 2011 Andrew Boyd~

Primal Lustings (A Poetic Duet By Rashan MsShan Hairston and Andrew Boyd)

A touch of skin soft and slippery,
With the hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,
As the wind flowed from the window above us.
Our eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,
To abandon all of our uncertainties.
You began your work on my lips,
Probing gently as if drawing sex,
From a deep well of longing and need.
Then our heated tongues met in the midst,
Of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those spirits,
Our clothes found a resting place on the floor.
Piece by piece,
Until there were no hiding places,
For the two glistening and wanting bodies.
Hunger revealed in this hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin,
As the floor became the stage

In the midst of the temporary Darkness in this room,
I look at your nudity with Crystal Clear Vision.
Your gaze, giving off a Soft Glowing Emission.
Setting the stage for Lustful Conditions
With which we shall partake.
The Light of the Moon piercing crisp white sheets,
Exposing Silhouettes in its illumination.
Bodies intertwined, juices becoming twisted
As Primal Lustings take over our senses:
Our Sights locked on each other's Scents,
As we Hear the Tastes that are Touching
Our erect stimuli in the Heat of the Night.
Strong hands gripping soft curves,
Feeling the warm flesh between fingers
As bodies are in Perfect Symmetry and Harmony
With each sweeping and dripping motion.
Spine tingling excitement as we rock the silence,
I stare into your eyes, desiring to read your Soul...

You moved atop of me easily,
And lowered yourself gently.
Kissing me as I was filled with you.
As a gasp broke the kiss,
Your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, then became entangled.
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
As I arched my body for your comfort,
And you threw me into ecstasy,
With the strength of your blows.
You left me screaming and soaked,
In oblivion again and again,
As you growled my name from the back of your throat,
And our bodies both demanded more,
Each giving to the other,
High on the fluids of foreign substance.
I grasped, then released you,
In effort to relieve you of your control.

Wrapping my arm around your waist,
I roll you on top of me, so I can revel in your pace.
Pulling you close to me in order to feel your lust,
I pull your hair, enough to expose your smooth neckline.
Clamping down on it with lips filled with passionate fervor,
Your nails scratch my back; leaving their mark.
Tracing my spine with your fingertips,
I feel your firm grip on the back of my head.
Stroking the baldness that I possess,
My thrust becomes deeper with each caress.
Two sets of Plump and Wet Lips getting drenched,
I listen to your moans and screams as if they are an orchestra
Playing my favorite Classical Scores.
Taking my lips away from your neck, I nibble on your lobe
And say your name in rhythm to my strokes.
Feeling your Tsunami release from your inner sanctum,
Your internal grip milks me for all that it is worth.
Feeling each drop being squeezed out of me,
I feel your sweat dripping onto my chest
And seeing tears falling from your face.
Placing my lips onto yours as we look at each other,
I take the tip of my tongue, and gently lick your upper lip.
The Light of the Moon causes your skin to glow,
As you gyrate your hips to finish my flow.
Putting my back onto the headboard,
I feel your head rest on my shoulder
And your teeth scraping me with lips rubbing near there.
Keeping my personal vigil by holding your waist,
I hear your deep breaths passing
As your chest and breasts heave.
Mustering up strength to look into my eyes,
We share a deep kiss, with our heat on the rise.

You moved with one final breaking blow,
Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,
Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.
I welcomed the weight of you to crush me,
As you collapsed on top of me,
Still hot and burning, glowing like an ember,
Casting a welcome light,
Should we seek this primal lust height again.

~© 2011 Andrew Boyd~
~© 2011 Rashan Hairston~

A Once A Year Event...

Seeing that I do not speak about myself much, I am opening the floor To You, The People; To ask me ANYTHING YOU WANT.


Yes, You heard me right: ANYTHING.


This is Your Opportunity to get me to Blush with Any Question(s) You Have for Me.

AND I WILL ANSWER THOSE QUESTIONS.

NO Limit To The Quantity of Questions, and NO TOPIC IS OFF LIMITS.


I said it before, and I will continue to say it until my Time Expires Here:

"I Fear No Question."

Hiatus: Chapter 3; UPDATE

In reference to the writing of Hiatus:Chapter 3 on May 6, 2010, I spoke in depth in regards to my disgust for Lawrence Taylor, "The Man." I spoke on how people with Status and "Swag" feel that they should not be held accountable for their actions.

From what I have read in regards to his update on Yahoo Sports, Mr. Taylor will NOT be serving Jail time for having coitus (INSIDER!!) with a minor.

Surprise, F'n Surprise!

Instead, it'll be 6 years Probation, which is part of an Agreement, as opposed to six months in jail and 10 years probation. Once again, People with Money and "Swag," gets off easy. Let that be someone like myself or any of my friends and/or family who have NO PULL OF ANY KIND; we would be anally raped on a regular basis!

Maybe I am being Melodramatic...

Or maybe, I am saying that which needs to be said aloud and NEEDS to be said on "Meet The Press." But of course, who will be watching, and who will be listening? I mean, WE ALL know this, but what can be done in order to make it known that people like Lawrence Taylor, and other "Celebrities" that break the Law are IN FACT Human like the rest of us?

I don't know, and I can safely guess that no one else doesn't either...


My whole deal with this are two simple Math Problems:


Money + Status = Slap on the Wrist

No Money + Common = Jail Time



~© 2011 Andrew Boyd~

My 2010 in Review (Closing Out The First Decade Of The New Millennium)

2010 was a year that went fairly expeditiously. There was a lot that happened, so let's get into it!


Highlights for 2010 is headlined with my meeting my nephew Noah for the very first time at his Christening, for I was invited by my Little Sister Latoya and her Fiancée Marvin. When I held his little body, I was HUMBLED!! Looking at him and feeling him breathe, seeing him smile and hear him cry makes me feel the Paternal Instincts kick into Overdrive. I look forward to seeing more of him!


Another Highlight Includes the Following People:

Joy
Kali
Caprice
Chante
N'Tirzah
Danielle
Dennis

Without these above Friends, my Full Potential would have NEVER been realized if I didn't take that fateful trip to NY the weekend of March 19, 2010. Hearing Joy do her poetry at the Erotic Poetry Night, and at The Shrine where I met Synchronized Rhythm and sat with Kali as we all enjoyed the show, caused me to write my Signature Poem, "Transforming Us" in a record 30 minutes!! I also had the pleasure of tasting Danielle's baked goods, which caused me to hug her at the end of that particular night. She sure knows her sweets!! I have been to NY almost every month during the Summer, to see my friends and enjoy the shows that Chante and Caprice of Synchronized Rhythm had put together. And I Thank Caprice and Chante both for blessing me with the opportunity to open N'Tirzah's Performance Night with "Liquid Lyricals" at The Shrine; My very first poetic performance in 13 years! This happened during my trip in June after an infection that nearly stopped me from making the trip. I got reacquainted with Dennis, with whom I have met briefly in March, where he told me about his Poetic Group, Area 25. I was accepted quickly and warmly into the group. The Challenges that were placed in front of Area 25 pushed my Poetic Limits the likes I have NEVER had them pushed before, and rebirthed the Inspiration and Drive that was buried many years ago.


THE PHOENIX IS REBORN AND HAS RISEN!!!


AND, as an Added Bonus, I have started a Series entitled "Red Heels Recess," inspired by a Fetish Challenge in the Area 25 Group. And seeing how it was so well received by not only the Group, but by the People of FaceBook as well, Caprice had one request:

"Keep Writing!"

I am already formulating MANY more Chapters as we speak (Thank you for closing out Chapter 5 for me, Whimsy!)


Low Lights of this year were very rough...:


The Deaths of My Cousin, My Grandmother and My Great Great Aunt; August, September and October, respectively. I can only pray that they are doing fine Spiritually, and are guiding the Younger Generations into our Futures.

Another Low for me this year was my Hospitalization in June, the same week that I was to go to NY in support of my friends. I felt that I nearly let everyone down by catching a Common Infection (NO ONE can tell me otherwise, and attempting to convince me of the opposite would be unwise; Taking Ownership for my discretions is how I see this, as well as helping in my Self Growth). I knew to be careful, but wasn't, and I paid for it as well as took responsibility.

Thankfully, I am wiser and stronger because of this.


What did I learn this year? Travelling IS FUN!!! NYC did wonders for my Complexion, as did my Kidney Transplant. To get out of Philly and have fun was the Best thing I have ever done! I learned that there is more to this Country than my own city. When I had the Meet and Greet this year, I was hoping that a few people would have caught on to that.

2 did. And DAMN Thankful!!

If you didn't like my saying that, Tough. Deal with it.


I also learned that there are VERY FEW people deserving of a Second Chance, especially after saying some fucked up shit in the Past. I learned that Forgiveness MUST be sought within yourself. For me personally, I NEVER Forget, esp. when someone says something so Horrid, that it scars your Spirit. There are about 6 people that did that. Certain ones got a pass by way of Atonement and Redemption.

My Advice for those few that received a Second Chance: DO NOT Fail Yourself on this Second Chance that you were fortunate to receive from me. You will not get a third.






While I was speaking with my Dad as I was doing dishes while listening to WDAS with Patty Jackson, I came to the realization that we are closing out a Decade.

Yet, this isn't just Another Decade: This is the First Decade of the New Millennium.

The first 10 Years of the 2000 Series was one where I learned a lot:

Love and Loss
Loss and Pain
Friends and Family
Motives, Inspirations, and Opportunities

I can go all day with this, but I'll keep it short.

Basically, what I have learned during these First Ten is this: Adversity doesn't build Character. It SHOWS your Character. And from all the Adversity that I have experienced as well as others Adversities that I have witnessed in the past 10 years, tells me that the people that are in My Life currently, ARE the ones I wish to have for the next 10 years.

Those that have stood by my side as I have stood by theirs from 2000-2010, I am VERY ecstatic to have you, no matter the tenure and/or the Circumstances. I could have been 2 years, it could have predated the New Millennium. Whether for a "Reason," or a "Season," you served a purpose in my Personal Growth. Whatever the case may be as it pertains to you individually, I have two words:


Thank You.

Thank You for being strong. Thank You for being who you are to Me AND Yourself. Thank You for being Consistent. Thank You for teaching me so much during the First Ten of the New Millennium. And Thank You for accepting me in Your Life.


In closing, I am going to share a quote that I came up with earlier this year. And seeing that you, The People, are a Sharp Bunch, you will understand what I am saying:

"Those That Fear Success, Fail. Those That Fear Failure, Succeed."


Happy New Year, and I Love You All!!!