So here I am sitting at Spot Coffee with 2 friends of mine and the topic of interracial dating comes up between black women and white men. The situation here was over my friend Alyssa (black) being approached and pursued by a white male that ultimately ended when he said that dreaded sentence “your really pretty for black chick…”
Did I mention Nelson let’s me tame his furry lol?! 🙂 I’m a proud lady as of 3am he let me reshape his facial hair taper his sides and rid his unibrow lol thought I’d share before bed (not like you care) but hey lol I can do what I please your welcome to enjoy my do whateverness or not. But I must admit that this was a long time in the making! lol Thank LAWDDDDDD (black church voice) his hair grows faster than light because I’ve been known to send him to work with the ” you look like you just had a run in with the lawn equipment” look lol. Tips for cutting your partners hair:
It’s awesome in a song. 😐 < Serious music groupie to the beat face lol It's on the new album " Free The Universe " which is also awesome. BUY IT seriously support this duo of sexy sound in your ear. Visit their TumTum http://majorlazer.tumblr.com/
Seriously these "white boys" make some great world music all color aside.
This is a section out of my diary (which I keep on my mac) and I thought Id share it since my blog is pretty bare being that I just decided to share with the world what I was thinking.
October 6th 2012
I consider myself African-American and although my roots branch off into many other soils the visual truth is that you would see me as “black”. If I told you my grandfather was Haliwa-Saponi Indian and my grandmother was African-American, my mother a combo of both, my father Haitian American, and me some mixture of it all you would still see me as “black” and I’m fine with that because I know me and I know the color of my skin. As a black woman I can tell you now the stereotypes are NOT always correct as I myself have had my quite ignorance proven wrong lol . Let me give you some background on a conversation that took place between my mother, grandmother, sister, and I. I had pretty much introduced the idea that I would be moving 700 miles away into the city with a man my family had never met before. If that wasnt enough to hold the pause button the fact that when I said he was Spanish was. Because the mouths on my grandmother and my mother fell open in shock.