CORSET is the go-to magazine for all things sexuality. We embrace human curiosity. We honor sensuality. We celebrate sex. And we want you to join our movement.

So with that, I packed up my proverbial bags and headed on over to sign my professional life away. I have been working with a photographer for the past several month on creating what I hope to become a lesson in observation of erotic nudes of Black women.

We shot some images, I wrote an article and actually used spell check and read that bitch for errors twice and BAM!!

[imagebrowser id=4]I have been looking at porn since the age of nine and fighting the stupid ass conservative opinions of the Blacks I was unfortunate enough to have been raised around since I could form words (true story!).

We’ve never been on the same page, as I, a sexually enthusiastic and curious sort wouldn’t be made to feel ashamed of something that bought me and other people so much pleasure. They were talking, but I wasn’t paying that shit NO attention no matter how bad they felt at the fact that I wouldn’t feel bad about myself.

Physical interactions are like gifts to me, just think of me as a woman that naturally liked to give ‘feel goods’ to whomever I choose.

Overall, the response to my work has been very positive. I’m receiving emails and Facebook messages from my conservative Christian friends who wish they had the balls to do it. Much of the feed back has been that its about time for black women to enjoy self motivated boldness.

Trills Smith, my photographer always delivers images that are both tasteful and intriguing. I can explain any variation of sexual irony in society or sub-culture details and he gets it whether he’s personally invested in my topic or not.

What’s even more interesting is that we’ve got a decade of age span between us and we’re both growing as students of life through our work as photographer and subject.

His insight, comments, and questions are teaching me about myself, subjectively. And I’m sure he’s leaning a thing or two from the crazy shit that I’ve been throwing at him these last few months. We deliver sex and sensuality but if you only knew what goes on behind the scenes.

But they do say laughter is sexy….so…

Of course it would take a wandering Facebook voyeur who doesn’t know me very well to have the nerve to inquire about the well being of my daughter or any ‘children’ of mine (Ha!) who may see this in the future.

I’m concerned about their concern over my display of sensual thumb sucking and how it may affect the morality and future good social graces of my decedents.

So, how does my daughter feel about her mother’s blatant sexual display……?

She’s proud of me because I am ‘a kick ass sex positive Mom’ and my picture is ‘cool’.

She did blush momentarily. I did too, how audacious, right!?

Obtaining the cover of an international magazine is indeed, cool, but having a daughter who understands why I do what I do is even cooler. Having an adult daughter who is sexually freer and more knowledgeable than I was allowed to be is absolutely priceless.

Grab your copy of the upcoming Corset Magazine: The Oral Issue before it goes on sale July 1 and get a second past or future issue for FREE. Find out what I have to say about Oral sex, bask in the glory of several full color visual photo spreads and thigh clenching articles that will make you re-think the meaning of having a filthy mouth.

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I was met with the typical response from some commenters that sexual ambiguity is a deal breaker and how can one be sure they shared similar values if the other person is ‘like that’. People are hilarious sometimes, especially when I think of the amount of people who are married to what has recently been identified to me as a ‘beard’.

“Beard is a slang term describing a person who is used, knowingly or unknowingly, as a date, romantic partner (Boyfriend or Girlfriend), or spouse either to conceal infidelity or to conceal one’s sexual orientation.”

Now I don’t mean to be mean or anything, but I do find it peculiar that I am personally aware of waaaay more marriages where one partner is perceived as ‘‘questionable’, than I know of married couples where one spouse openly identified as homosexual, though married to a heterosexual.

I’m not saying that couples have to openly affirm their sexual orientation to society, but its not like people aren’t confused when these relationships are vigorously presented as simply a case of ‘boy meets girl’ when the boy in question has never, ever, ever been interested in girl until he decided to marry —->her.

Dating and marrying a thirty year old virgin doesn’t make a man special. Though some would love to think their un-tampered with unicorn’s lack of interest in mating with men before them, just meant they were waiting for ‘the one’ and he thinks she’s that “one”.

I’m not talking about the sexually conservative, or strict religious followers, I’m just talking about what I consider average peculiar behavior.

Arranged marriages and marriages of convenience are nothing new, but since we’re out here promoting marriage as a willing union and not as a business deal what is to be said about those using marriage as a front to hide their sexual orientation?

Everyone asks questions regarding the sexual orientation of one partner or the other; teachers and other family associates inquire as to the gender identity of the parent and at some point in time everyone begins to wonder what the REAL deal is.

While I have no problem with any couple (gay, straight or mixed) that marries for the sake of wanting to be together to take on life as a team what I do have a problem with are people who feel that it’s okay to front for the sake of saving face.

One partner marries someone whom they know could never love them the way they want but they are still willing to take a fraud of a relationship in order to feel special. One partner may sit idly by while the other partner continues to maintain their REAL romantic relationship with a same sex partner who they call their ‘best friend’. Yes, the bills are paid, the family piles into the car to attend church on Sundays and the portraits do look amazing but is this how you saw your marriage?

Surely this satisfies the requirement for some people’s definition of marriage but pardon me if I want more. Using a person as a front is selfish and cruel; allowing yourself to be used as a front shows desperation. Unfortunately, your willingness to be a tool won’t barter you the love you seek.

I’m not a witch doctor hunting down the mythical DL brothers because that facet of life is merely a half truth at best. But just as much as a man or woman has to be willing to lie and deceive others regarding his/her sexuality he/she must also have a partner who is willing to eat those lies and lick the bowl clean. If the wedding ring is more important than being able to look yourself and your spouse in the eye then the marriage isn’t worth the paper it’s written on.

You may say these unions are no one business but their own…I disagree.

I do know White couples, Asian couples and some Middle Eastern couples who are married to a homosexual partner in spite of the variation of sexual orientation. They have chosen to live their lives this way for their own reasons, but what I do see is that they care about each other and their relationship is authentic, as it should be.

With the shortage of Black male dating prospects out here I’m sure there are plenty of women who would be willing to look the other way and forgive past transgressions for a man who was willing to ‘get saved’ and change his body language, social circle and friends in order to give a respectable “go” of the marriage.

But how many of them would marry a plain old bi/gay male who was willing to do the same thing but for change his orientation and sexual identity……not many I bet.

When little potential future homosexual children seek examples of who they will be when they grow up it saddens me to know the amount of people out there who are willing to lie and let lie rather than those willing to accept their authentic selves and each other.

With no space to exist some will feel forced to fit into roles that require them to wear a mask and there will be those heterosexual people right there ready for them when they do.

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According the New York Times, the real Jerry Thomas was shot to death in July 1992 in front of the Y on Parsons Boulevard in Jamaica, Queens. No one was arrested for the murder, the Times reports, citing the Queen’s district attorney’s office. The AP reports that New York Police have not indicated whether or not Oyewole is a suspect in Thomas’ death. Acting on an anonymous tip, authorities arrested Oyewole, 54, at his home in Elizabeth, N.J., on Monday on charges that he stole Thomas’ identity. On Monday afternoon, he was being held at the Essex County Jail, awaiting his arraignment. The Times reports that Oyewole allegedly used Thomas’ birth certificate, Social Security card and other documents, and that it was unclear how he managed to obtain them.

Its really unfortunate that the Transit Security Agency has all that money and information available to them yet has NO IDEA of how Bimbo obtained a dead man’s identification. If they needed help, they could have easily called me in on the case. I spent a few months working at Newark Airport in the pre-911 days so I’m privy to the type of hurdles it took for Bimbo to pull a fast one.

Obtaining a job within an airport is a pain in the ass, in what is a theoretical  deep cavity search, each person seeking a job is provided with a phone book sized set of applications to maneuver. Faced with pages upon pages of applications, often which has to be done in triplicate in order to provide all of the governing agencies with a copy of the ‘verification’ documents, many people never make it past that point.

United States Customs, NY/NJ Port Authority and the private contractor hiring the person initially will all be provided with copies of this application and the required identification, often a passport, a birth certificate, or some other form of letter from a government agency. The airport jobs are fancy titled manual labor gigs that pay a little better than fast food checks, working for a private contractor may mean an employee can obtain health insurance.

I was the first person hired to work for a private contractor. I wasn’t trained, nor was my background check or drug test done immediately. I spent the first few weeks enjoying the free paycheck while the manager who hired me complimented me often, treated me to lunch on his American Express card as he informed me how much I remind him of olive complexioned dark haired Greek wife. We got along quite well  until he resigned three weeks after hiring me, leaving me to figure out how to perform background checks and drug test all by myself .

One supervisor remained. He and I took notes as we worked through the piles of papers. We questioned other employees in other companies on how they had managed to get approval.  Some people were kind enough to provide me with hand written ‘you didn’t get this from me’ instructions that were vague and loopy, it took weeks for us to figure out what the two agencies requirements were to get approval for hologram id’s that were required of each person who set foot on airport property.

If you can’t get a hologram id, you can’t work. If you misplace it twice, you can never work at an airport again. Neither the Port Authority or United States Customs would answer our questions regarding their qualifications. They would reject our paperwork over and over again without any justification or instructions on how to correct and re-submit each application. I spent days on the phone before we even ran our first ad seeking to hire at least 100 people. I was warned to not push the customer service workers too hard when calling the Port Authority or Customs, it was rumored that pissing off a service worker at either agency would ensure that your company’s employee applications for identifications will go missing or routinely get rejected.

I received my hologram 8 weeks after being hired, employee number two, the supervisor received his a day after I was approved for my own. I wrote out a process and procedure that would allow us to move through these applicants efficiently. We finally had a plan. By the time we moved into the actual office space located on the airport grounds, I had already been into each and every high level security nook and cranny simply by standing next to my former boss’s high level security pass as he went where he wanted on the airport. We would speed around the tarmac, preferring to drive through the airport rather than around it using Newark/Elizabeth city streets. Everyone was on a first name basis, the airport is a whole world of its own behind the scenes, I took note that the highest level security clearance badges belonged to the those who cleaned the planes.

The labyrinth of corridors, doors contained in false walls, and hallways was very interesting to me. I noted the white key pad that sat affixed next to the places used to gain access, not only was the hologram an identification card to be kept visible around each person’s neck, it is a key card. We can the ad in the Star Ledger and waited, by day two I was so swamped with phone calls, questions, applicants, requests for pens and people walking in and out of the temporary office that I was ready to quit. Once a few more people got hired to assist me, I only focused on getting the people approved so that we could be set to work on our launch date.

I began to notice that American born citizen applicants were rejected with more frequency than were the non-American born applicants. There was to be no gaps in time longer than 30 days between each original document displaying where that person was at that point in time, ten years back. My application caused me to have to return to my high school to get an original copy of my ATTENDANCE RECORDS and a trip to welfare to prove I was collecting for a few months after giving birth to my daughter at 17 (I had her summer of my Junior to Senior year in high school…see what they did right there?)

The type of background information requested and the exclusion of certain gaps in time caused many American born applicants to give up trying. Being pregnant didn’t prove your identity, but an original letter from your doctor that personally identifies you as a patient during that point in time would suffice. Which is fine if you go to a private doctor and not to a clinic where the staff don’t give out letters of person knowledge to the clients they tend to. Your income tax records don’t suffice. Your diploma isn’t sufficient proof you attended school during that point in time. Nothing made much sense.

The one thing I found peculiar was that almost every foreign born applicant would return to me with their application meticulously done, every page signed and every box checked. I reviewed applications all day long, the process was tedious because it was a lot of paperwork and it was easy to neglect to fill in something or to not fill out something waiting to ask for more clarity.

I noticed that some of the men were illiterate, yet the question that asked if someone assisted them with filling out the documents were left blank. I turned a blind eye because I understood, the additional person would have to provide identity information as well as the job applicant.

The non-American born applicants also ALWAYS had all their required identification documents in perfect condition where the American applicants would pull tattered social security cards out of well worn wallets. Maybe the immigrant population is neater, I don’t know. I just know that nearly every person had a brand new, often dated days prior original document, a few times the applicants insisted what they offered me was sufficient even if the document was unfamiliar to me thus far, and it would be approved. To put it simply, the immigrant workers that sought jobs through me at Newark Airport always got approved by the mysterious Customs/Port Authority Gods.

Very nice people, often husbands and wives working two and three jobs at the airport while trying to raise families of children, if not parents, siblings and others. Original letters of identification that were accepted from international former employers were always presented to me dated and highlighting to show exactly 10 years of ‘outstanding, efficient and high character expectations of work performance’. Almost the same blurb, but who am I to question these things..?

I would make a point of speaking to each of them, asking where they were from, and about their lives aside from their tossing luggage or invisibly ushering clueless international passengers through corridors to taxi cabs. If I was late for work, I only had to cut through, under and behind false walls as other airport personnel waved hello to me , or covered for me by making sure the coast was clear as I dashed, or allowed me to gain access to places I didn’t know existed through use of their key cards and years of airport knowledge.

One day my new boss, the ignorant ass white man/boy who had a title, made a comment about one of the employees. The employee, a Nigerian man the shade of an old penny had intricate slices that created an embroidered design across each of his high boned cheeks. I would openly stare at him boldly going beneath his beautifully shaped round head and his thin wire glasses. Pointing to my own face, I patted my cheek and pointed to his face and tried to convey to him how much I found those markings to be intriguing.

He was kind enough to let me touch his face, as I traced my finger along the scars of his face, I murmured ‘beautiful’. His English wasn’t too good and my Nigerian even worse or maybe he was just quiet, or maybe I was overstepping common courtesy but he explained them to mean ‘something’ in his country, ‘something’ about tribe and family. I knew those scars held some significance but I also wanted to be respectful of him and his culture. I didn’t press him for further details. “He must have really pissed someone off. Who cut his face up like that?!” white man/boy said. The look I shot him let him know he said something stupid.

I did my best to explain the meaning of the tribal cuts, to which he laughed and said, “African’s can’t get it right for nothing. How stupid do you have to be to have everyone kick your country’s ass and not fight back? How can cutting your face make you important?” Days later I witnessed this white man stand in front of that black man and openly tease him about those cuts on his face. I was nausiated and angered and I wondered…if he was in Nigeria would he be able to show the white man what those scars are really all about? Indeed, how stupid do you have to be…..?

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The Rev. Thomas Williams, a moral theologian and prominent American author, lecturer and television personality, said in a statement he was “deeply sorry for this grave transgression” against his vows of celibacy.

Williams, the author of such books as 2008’s “Knowing Right From Wrong: A Christian Guide to Conscience,” was the superior of the Legion’s general directorate in Rome in the late 1990s and early 2000s. More recently, he taught theology, promoted his books and lectured widely.

I don’t know why its so complicated for these men! If they simply described the pregnancy using ownership words like ‘I fathered a child’ then we could stop pretending like we don’t know what the hell their saying.

I’m not surprised by this and I think its safe to say the public stopped being shocked and awed years ago but for a few very gullible people that prefer to deny this pattern or those with an interest in keeping their secrets in tact.

The Legion has been beset by scandal following revelations that its late founder, the Rev. Marciel Maciel, fathered three children with two women and sexually abused his seminarians. Maciel died in 2008, and in 2009 the Legion admitted to his crimes.

The Maciel scandal has been particularly sensational given that the Mexican-born priest was held up by Pope John Paul II as a model for the faithful, with his priests admired for their orthodoxy and ability to bring in money and attract new seminarians.

Just last week, the Legion admitted that seven of its priests were under investigation by the Vatican for allegedly sexually abusing minors — suggesting that the same culture of secrecy and silence that Maciel used to cover his crimes enabled other priests to abuse children.

THE LEGION OF CHRIST *blank stare* are the latest culprit in this week’s headlines. As usual, there is no direct admission of guilt by the hypocritical upper echelon gaggle of man sandals and the organization as a whole shows evidence that it is willing to cover up discrepancies for the sake of revenue and power.  How typical.

Honestly, if this is the type of behavior religious followers prescribe to then I say its high time to disassemble these bastards sect by sect for the betterment of civilized society. If a group of guys want to live together in harmony then they should support gay marriage rights. If a group of men want to live in the hills and have wild outlandish sex with their apprentices then they should present themselves as such, because I know of plenty of people that are into that sort of thing, they’re called ‘subs’ in the kink circle.

And while others would spin their wheels discussing nuances of faith and salvation, I would rather get to the heart of the matter, which seems to be that religious organizations do women and children more harm than good for the sake of money and power.

Secret sex, lies, bastard children, unwed mothers, questions of financial support, abuse of power, and money.

Women, babies, church resources, questions of financial obligations, and YOU ARE THE FATHER..exactly the reason why the Vatican restricted marriage among members, who is going to take care of all these dam babies!?

The church is very rich, and its resources should be protected, like any other tool of exploitation. This isn’t rocket science.

Either way, all the drama sounds like the makings of a Good Book to me, though I’m eager to find out how this ends, I worry about what the masses will do once their ‘moral’ yardstick is taken away. What would Jesus Do…? My guess is…he’d run screaming away from these ‘religious leaders’ but I”m an atheist so what do I know?

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As long as the Nets are allowing Jay-Z to call their marketing shots — what a shock that he chose black and white as the new team colors to stress, as the Nets explained, their new “urban” home — why not have him apply the full Jay-Z treatment?

Why the Brooklyn Nets when they can be the New York N——s? The cheerleaders could be the Brooklyn B—-hes or Hoes. Team logo? A 9 mm with hollow-tip shell casings strewn beneath. Wanna be Jay-Z hip? Then go all the way!

Now the white people who actually wake up and don’t feel any particular way about other races is entertaining during times like these. The comment section is hilarious, I think back hands to the mouth are best given by people of one’s own race when they witness others misbehave.

The sane people, the ones who you wouldn’t mind living next too, hear shit like this and it sounds off an alarm in their head and they realize the comment just sounds……..RACIST….even if they can’t quite put their finger on it.

Blacks and some other sensitive to flaming language brown people hear shit like the comment above and we hunch our shoulders, because unfortunately, we’re used to it.

Blacks have had to listen and tolerate sneaky racial insults since….forever.

Loose color charged inferences like these endorsed by the NY Post aren’t lost on us knee-grows like racist whites would like to believe; the problem is that as Black’s on the receiving end of  overt type ‘yuck yuck yuck’ insults, we’re just not often in a position to slap the dog shit out of the white person whose grinning while calling us a Nigga using fancy words.

I think whites like Phil Mushnick are either so frenzied at the Niggas in Paris (and/or the White House) that they can’t help but to say insulting shit or he’s just that fucking racist that he wants to rally the troops together by speaking to the core issues of the issue of a mega team, white power, perception, ownership, a changing landscape and more brown people with heavy purses.

Racism is like a mental disorder, and sometimes when people with mental disorders are agitated they lose their ability to control themselves and sporadic impulse control takes over. Foul language falls from their lips but they can’t help it.

I would compare it to the types of behavioral challenges faced by those who suffer from Tourettes Syndrome.

Other will take what Phil said and while agreeing with his statement, will still take issue with the manner in which he delivered his criticism of the NY Nets. In his explanation of why he’s angry, Phil does neglect to take to task several other involved parties whose professional affiliations could be considered just as distasteful as that of the Jigga Man…but he doesn’t and he didn’t.

Double standard my red boned ass; because, by neglecting to point out the wrongness of everybody involved, he just wants to make sure the Nigga got caught.

So that leave the audience to come to the conclusion that he’s just a racist angry Cracka Ass Cracka who is fondling his dwindling self perception between his thumb and forefingers. I do find it hard to believe that a ‘real’ journalist couldn’t find a more eloquent way to conveying his opinion so I’ll just chalk it up to his fear of a Black planet.

I say its time to start calling a Spade a Spade, if free speech is still affordable and racially insensitive language is the clearest path from point A to the point B then why not indulge?

Me, personally, I’m tired to forcing myself to speak in a balanced and respectfully manner when it comes to the things I disagree with. We can’t have an honest conversation about shit, if we’re too busy tip toeing around the shit we’re trying to discuss, now can we?

Like my Grandma Hill would say, “I’d rather a loud racist then a quiet one, at least you can see him coming!” and I’ll have to agree.

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You might even be so desperate for help that you reach out to a local radio show host like one father did recently for this exact same issue.

In response to an email from a listener concerning his daughter’s interest in girls, DJ Dominic Deiter declared over the air that the father could cure his daughter budding lesbianism by, “You should get one of your friends to screw your daughter straight.”

Once a person includes the words ‘father’, ‘daughter’,  ’your friends’ and ‘rape’ in the same sentence it becomes difficult to make things get worse than what they already are. However, the impact of the statement from this asshole gets even more insulting when you realize this is a broadcast from the ‘Rover’s Morning Glory’ radio program airing on WWMS 100.7 FM radio station.

This station is owned by Clear Channel Communications, also the home of Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, and the rest of those red throat-ed eels. Bain Capital, the company that Mitt Romney began and is still involved with, is the majority owner of Clear Channel so as you can see, the gangs all here and doing what they do which is talk hateful and ignorant shit to the masses unfortunate enough to listen to it.

Of course this didn’t go over well with the folks over at GLAAD who had the following to say.

GLAAD’s Director of News & Field Media Aaron McQuade says “It was appalling and dangerous for this show to tell a father that he should have one of his friends rape his daughter. That’s essentially how Dieter responded to this listener, and this is no laughing matter in a world where people are too often the victims of violence and sexual assault based on their actual or perceived sexual orientation. And Dieter gave this vile advice to everyone who was listening, including educators, parents and children – sending the message that it’s okay to physically or sexually abuse people who are perceived to be gay.”

I’m not sure what it is that’s got my head so fucked up these days. As I sit down to write about certain topics I’m forced to reflect on myself and what it is that I’m trying to say to you people.

Sometimes the journey through what “is” and “is not” okay and what “is” and “is not” fucked up is still blurry in my world. Like when I hear about the sexual assault of a person who identifies as gay or is suspected of being gay, I can barely muster the interest to bat an eyelash because its part of what happens when you ‘choose’ to be gay. Being both gay and a woman makes the chance that a woman will be the victim of sexual assault that much more likely.

Dominic Dieter: Radio DJ, Potential Rapist, & Definitely Misogynist

Sexual assault is more prevalent for some people in society than for others and focusing on how wrong rape is immediately makes one also realize how common sexual assault is. The further you go down on the societal totem pole the more likely you are to be a victim of sexual assault.

The chances increase as you add various factors to the situation such as economics, race and especially sexual orientation, because the ladder makes a question of what one does up for public debate. Being gay or perceived as gay is something that is viewed as wrong by closed minded ignorant people of all nationalities, races and gender.

LGBT people insult everyone else with their presence so not only is the act of raping a gay person a sexual assault, it is also a hate crime because the initial motivation for the sexual assault is to exhibit power over another person because of their gender orientation or perception thereof.

Rape is about power.

The rape of a gay person is about power and erasure. It is a double theft of a person’s right to self determination and privacy.

The value of the victim decreases as the biases increase and I’m sure there were plenty of insecure men and quivering homophobics who agreed that indeed, a gay woman (or any woman for that matter) should have ‘the gay fucked out of her’ because there’s nothing more threatening to the world then a woman who isn’t susceptible or receptive to the almighty penis.

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A Philadelphia man was arrested on Friday after police say he dumped buckets of feces and urine at two separate downtown locations — the stairs of an open-air plaza, and inside an ATM vestibule.

According to the NYPD, about 8 p.m. on March 14, “Occupy Wall Street demonstrators” were seen dragging large buckets of feces and urine near an open-air plaza at the corner of Nassau and Cedar streets. The alleged occupiers then dumped out the buckets down the stairs of the outdoor plaza.

About 20 minutes later, one of the suspects went into a Chase ATM vestibule on Water Street. Like on the stairs of the plaza, the suspect dumped out a huge bucket of feces and urine inside of the vestibule.

Thank goodness for the See Something, Say Something, campaign because it was an alert by-stander that took down the license plate number of the van though to be used to transport the aromatic goods. The police were able to view video of the incident via several camera feeds. You know, this is WALL STREET and there are plenty of cameras on the big buildings that contain all the big money.

Jordan Brooks Amos, of Philadelphia was arrested on March 16, and charged with unlawful possession of noxious matter (also known as shit and piss), and aggravated unlicensed operation of a motor vehicle.

Oh, yeah, he also had a stun gun in the van so you know this guy obviously didn’t give a shit.

Wait..he did give a shit, buckets of it. Check the video and shake your head and hit yourself with a hammer if you though dumping doo doo was funny in college….or now.

OWS Dump from Village Voice Media on Vimeo.

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What burns me up is the hypocritical front that many members of this group of people put on for show when they know they’re as crooked as the letter “S” and have way more skeletons in their closets than working folks like me and you could ever hope to.

Sure, Allison Meyers was fired in 2010 for a little oversight involving a bondage club and an expense budget item, but everyone has mishaps, of course.

But I wonder if she can spell?

How she negotiates campaign funds on behalf of her employer is not my beef, because I love a girl that loves to strap up in some leather to kick back and relax with the “edgy” crowd. If you’ll recall,  Allison Meyers name is associated with the scandal involving Michael Steele; it seems they spent two stacks on entertainment at a high end boudoir type place during the Republican National Convention in but was unaware of what actually happened since he wasn’t there.

But Republican runner Wil Cardon can’t be too worried since he has problems of his own, it seems after spending $230,000 on his first ad campaign that ran in Tucson Arizona, people weren’t too pleased to see that Tucson was misspelled on the commercial.

They have the audacity to stand before the public and present themselves as qualified and willing capable public servants and you people have the nerve to vote for them.

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But why do that when it’s much more productive to point out how South Carolina Republican’s display a perfect example of why what motivates some to become politicians. Serving the people is part of the job or so you think, but you, the public, are not those people, the only people the Republican political party cares about is themselves, individually.

Get it?

How funny is it that this guy ran his election campaign under the guise of “”common sense and fiscal discipline” and pretended to hold those elusive ‘family values’ we always here about while pimping the political system for all the cash he could get much like the Republican’s and religious institutions that back them are known for doing?

I mean, you can’t make this shit up!

If I did, some of these political scandal stories would have a slight twist of circumstances, you know, to keep you guessing. These guys are so typical I wonder how these ‘scandals’ go unnoticed. Could it be that because the entire system is made of people who exploit the system while the public’s ignorance and refusal to question those in charge of our system leave us to be slaughtered like lamb? Its seems to only be a matter of time before skeletons fall, I think people are making a game out of exposing the hypocritical behavior of the people behind the persona that we elect.

Either way…

Why let the opportunity pass to show the outlandish lack of culpability these people display when they’re on their way to their very first deep cavity search. Even after being indicted, this guy is still relying on double talk and ‘somebody did it, not me’ lawyer approved speak.

“During my campaign, it was my responsibility to make sure things were done correctly. I did not do that,” Ard, 48, said in a statement. “There are no excuses nor is there need to share blame. It is my fault that the events of the past year have taken place.”

Ard’s was the latest in a series of scandals that have rocked high-profile lawmakers in the South Carolina GOP.

He joins good company on the long line of other questionable state employees like, Thomas Ravenel, the state treasurer who was forced to resign in 2007 after a cocaine possession indictment. Not to be undone in 2009 by the shenanigans of then Gov. Mark Sanford who you’ll remember confessed to an extramarital affair with an Argentine woman after randomly disappearing from his everyday life to go on a booty call on the other side of the world.

This lead to a nationwide man hunt while his wife worried about his whereabouts and his office responsibilities dangled in the air.

So here’s to the great state of South Carolina, something about their dark politics and their lack of integrity tells me this won’t be the last we hear of scandal coming from the Republican South Carolina offices. The use of such offensive election tactics are only a smoke screen, and we all know where there’s smoke, there’s money being burned by rich politicians as they cop Playstations and vacations for their families.

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I am 11 years old wearing a Catholic School uniform. I make a run for the candy store a few blocks away from the school. The men say things to me but I don’t know what some of the words mean. Their stares make me uncomfortable.

I am 15 years old wearing shell toe Adidas and a gold name plate. Backpack on one shoulder, one sock slouched as I make my way to my Catholic high school.

I am 23 years old wearing steel toe boots and dingy, baggy clothes on my way to work the docks at UPS.

I am 30 years old wearing a suit, early in the morning, while making my way to work which I now called a ‘career’.

I am 36 years old wearing the shapeless clothes one does when they get older, my hair is in a ponytail and I’m walking with my adult daughter.

“Good Morn’en”, says the toothless alcoholic who lives on the curb as I make my way to the bus during my morning commute.

“Hey Pretty Lady”, says the dirty day laborer as he rubs his dick, “You got a hus-ban?” I look down my nose at him, making my disgust clear. I refuse to break my gaze until I see the look of humiliation cross his face.

“Dam, you got a fat ass, Ma!” says the under age drug dealer as I escort my 11 year old daughter from martial arts class. His friends break out in a roar of laughter. I feel my daughter grip my hand tighter; she pulls me along in an attempt to get me away from the perceived danger. I bite my tongue because I don’t want to show out in front of my child, I’m supposed to be an adult and ‘respectable’ acting in public.

“Fuck you then! What? You think you’re better than me?!” says the random Nigger on the corner in some urban hood that could be in any urban town anywhere in America.

“Yeah, I do” is my usual response. I look him straight in the eyes and punctuate my retort with all the confidence my body language can muster. I enjoy the look of pain I’ve caused him to feel; I enjoy being able to turn the humiliation meant for me, back on to him.

“You ain’t all dat anyway..don’t nobody want you”, says the random Nigger on the corner in some urban hood that could be in any town anywhere in America.

“Oh, but you do, Nigger, seeing how you going through so much effort to get me to say SOMETHING……. I MUST BE ALL DAT!” I stop and turn and face my harasser. Hands on hips, ready to battle and belittle. I am quick thinking, observant and clever. Never without a string of insults ready to hurl at anyone has who chosen to be my target. I’ve been known to maintain verbal altercations for blocks, screaming myself hoarse, going word for word until I beat my opponent down.

He’s stunned that I respond. Confusion and then anger bubbles over the rim of his ego. He is caught off guard because I didn’t scurry away, nor did I find his comment insulting enough to show the humiliation that he was hoping to cause me.

“When you gonna let me hit that?” says the Nigger whose advances I have been declining for the last 15 years. His chances with me were over when I saw him kick my home girl through the front door of my house; it was made of glass. Besides that, I don’t do recycled dick. We’ve had this exchange over and over again during the last near decade. He must have been feeling extra insecure today, because my smile and polite decline in front of his boys wasn’t acceptable this time.

“Oh, you acting funny now! You wasn’t saying that when you had my dick in your mouth” The crowd of male onlookers laugh and encircle me, waiting to see if their friend had succeeded in ‘putting me in my place’. There is no need for me to go into the details of what transpired next, all you need to know is that I never dealt with this guy IN MY ENTIRE FUCKIN LIFE and for him to speak so disrespectful, so blatantly sexual in front of my daughter didn’t sit well with me.

I knew he was violent, I had seen what he was capable of doing to other women but that didn’t stop me from going verbal ape shit right then and there. Our corner exchange wasn’t done until MY DAUGHTER pulled me down the block as I cursed and retorted with everything I had in me. I was deep within a red rage; so it took a few moments before I realized that my daughter was also yelling at the men to ‘Leave my mother alone’ while dragging/push/pulling me down the street.

How dare this man who had never so much as had a private conversation with me insult me in such as way? And in front of my daughter, no less. I was only walking home from a college class, sweat pants and t-shirt on; though the clothing is never a justifiable reason for the abuse.

Why am I unable to walk down the street in peace, even now, as I near my 40’s? I’ve recently moved back into a ‘Black’ neighborhood and it didn’t take long for me to feel the loss of civility, the hostility in the air. It wasn’t a week in the new neighborhood before the need to curse a stranger out came to pass; but this new paradox includes the threat of physical violence for each and every time I decline a Black man’s advances. Times are harder than before so I must be careful; a Black man who seeks to insult/win/kick game to me may feel even more ‘disrespected’ when I don’t want his shifty ass. I chastise myself for not carrying a weapon in case I ‘need it’; living in a Black neighborhood is similar to living in a jungle. Kill or be killed..theoretically…realistically.

The pursuit is even more extreme because I’m ‘light skinned’ (I’m exotic!), and work a professional job (as per my work clothes). My complexion and attire make me even more of a catch, and make my decline of a Blacks man’s advances even more insulting because they associate it with ‘white’ people therefore escalating the exchange to one of hostility even quicker.

I’ve had bottles thrown at me (while 5 months pregnant) in broad day light for not responding to a Black man’s advances. I’ve watched cars circle the block to maneuver themselves on the side of the street where I was walking so that the driver AND passengers can make crude comments at me.

I’ve hurried down streets, dragging my young daughter behind me as she whispered that ‘she was scared’ of the men in the car. She has asked me why the men chase me. She’s stood in front of me acting as a protective shield in an attempt to block the attention and/or insults being hurled at her mother. As a teenager, she’s approached men in the street on her own to warn them that should stop harassing me when they see me in the streets.

I’ve had police officers drive down one way streets to catch up with me when I was an underage minor. I’ve had police officers stop me in public, detain me, and question me, only to give me a phone number. Imagine how excited I was to hear about how “I made his dick hard with my fat ass” just by walking down the street minding my business.

I’ve had ministers ignore the line of prim and proper ladies waiting for a moment to shake hands after service while he whispers his best come on to me as I wrestle my hand from his.

I was harassed by one of the ushers at my father’s wake; I’ll never forget the way he licked his lips and handed me a cards. Distraught and not really paying attention, I took it in my hand, only to look down and see a phone number…”You’re gonna need a man around to take care of you now”. It took a few seconds for his words to sink in. I looked over at the casket of what contained my only hope of ever feeling safe and secure. Only feet away from where my father lay; this exchange was a glimpse to how brazen and disrespectful all other Black men would be to me.

I’ve been raped and assaulted; because I refused to acknowledge and accept a Black man’s advances. There are women who have been gunned down in the street because they refused to play along with a Black man’s attempt at flirting.

I’ve been called every combination of whores, bitches, cunts and skank.

I’ve been accused of, asked and requested to do any of a number of things with my body.

I’ve been threatened with sexual assault repeatedly by people I don’t know and who may or may not have been capable or willing to go through with their threat.

I’ve been spat on.

I’ve been hit.

I’ve been groped.

All after declining the verbal advances of a random Black man on a corner/block/street/ in a town that doesn’t much matter.

Most men can be accused of obnoxious cat calling at times. In some context it’s an undesirable behavior that is tolerated at best. Young men of all nationalities may show their appreciation for a girl who’s caught their eye by whistling or some other non threatening gesture. I’ve had plenty of winks and whistles or polite compliments and have never had an issue with it.

But at what point does harmless flirting become harassment? And why is it that the main perpetrators of this type of behavior are Black men?

I don’t always yell back obscenities when I’m sexually harassed in the street. At times I will challenge the behavior of the man; question him and turn the tables. I ask how he would feel if it was his mother, his sister or his daughter on the receiving end of such hostility and disrespect. I may be gullible in my belief that honest discussion can create understanding and affect behavior and that nearly every human interaction is a chance to exchange and learn.

Often times, the response is simply ‘oh, well’, the woman shouldn’t be walking down the street ‘like that’. Or she should expect to be harassed based on the way her body is built. Or that a woman should ‘appreciate’ the attention, as if a blatant sexual comment from a stranger is something to be desired. There are the occasional few who are capable of empathy and do go on to recognize how their behavior may be undesirable. Some simply say they are mocking what they see other men do. I ask do the women respond favorably and I know they don’t. So I wonder what makes Black men think this behavior should be perpetuated.

I’m tired of it. I’m tired of being considered community property just because some men think my skin color makes me a member of a secret harem and I owe them the time of day and some pussy and a blow job.

I want to be invisible. My daughter now dresses in boy clothes. Her sexuality has been a topic people feel they have the right to speak on ever since she was 5 years old and learned to dress herself.

No one asks why my daughter dresses to hide her gender; why she wears layers upon layers of clothes; why she wants to be invisible. She’s had to see me be harassed in the street her entire life. Why would she want to be seen?

I want to walk down the street and be left to my own thoughts without the intrusion of some babbling idiots attempt at garnering my attention.

I’m tired of some Black men behaving like mindless, hyper sexual brutes and then crying victim when women (of all races) cross the street to avoid potential harassment.

I cringe when I see you; you’re like a genetically screwed up pack of wolves that viciously prey on their own kind. I’m tired of the barbaric, sub human, distasteful theatrical display of Black male testosterone.

I’m tired of nearly every exchange between myself and Black men turning into competitive belittling of which I usually win (thanks Mom).

Next time you have the urge to break your neck to speak to a woman in the street ask yourself would you put the same effort into greeting a male? If not, chances are your attempt at displaying ‘manners’ is a thinly veiled opportunity to show a strange women that you noticed she had a vagina rather than a gesture of common courtesy. Let’s call it what it is.

On behalf of all women, but especially BLACK women, I am officially calling your sexist, intrusive, abusive behavior for what it is…Sexual Harassment.

I don’t owe you shit, not a response, not a smile, not eye contact and definitely not a chance to gain access into my personal life. I’m a person and I deserve to be treated like a human. That’s your prerogative if you insist on playing the role of untamed animal but you will not claim me as your piece of meat.

I don’t give a fuck if your ignorant ass grandmother, momma or favorite auntie told you it was ‘polite’ to speak to a woman; you’re words aren’t wanted or appreciated.

The End.

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