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The art of making love seems like a pastime, whereas f*cking, has become this generation’s making-out. I think men pursue it a bit more aggressively then women — after clubs, after school, etc. I personally enjoy the occasional quickie but never OD. Too much sex can be counterproductive, and truthfully, I’m pursuing monogamy — even if it is pessimistically searching. Sexing, in my humble opinion, has nothing to do with feelings or physical attraction for that matter. I think a woman can be sexy but not cute or bun-able (aka “wifeable” in DC terminology). These women are the ones who get me thinking ‘bout pulling their hair back and moving some furniture, but nothing more then a 15-minute — 25 if there’s some VSOP nearby. There is no passion, no strings attached. There may be welts and bruises.

It’s essentially a sexual spar between two vigorous opponents — with no losers. Henney with no chase. No Jodeci. No kissing. Get your clothes and leave when it’s over. Please don’t sleep next to me. Please don’t call me for 24 hrs… and we can do this again.

But don’t assume I haven’t been on the receiving end. I’ve even mistaken a f*ck for a love session before. Not fun. Making love is simply put: poetry in motion. Stroke her to the beat of her favorite song. Strawberries, Champagne, a bubble bath, eye contact. Hearing her heart beat while slowly handling business.

The aftermath of lovemaking is almost as important as the actual act. Gazing at the ceiling until we doze off. Running fingers through hair. Her playing with the dreads, ears, or whatever she deems necessary after the act. Sometimes a female needs to be reminded that there are feelings behind the sex. And to never be confused with sexing.

Making love, in my opinion is what makes the world go round. The toughest dude, the most cold hearted gold-digger — they all have that thing. Even if it’s buried in a dark place. I believe the art of making love (when it ACTUALLY is LOVE… MUTUALLY) is like an exercise of the soul. It’s like massaging the deepest feeling you could have for someone.

-Wale (Rapper)

@charlenesupreme

What’s good?!

Yesterday was My Son’s 3rd Birthday.  Time flew by a little too quick for my liking. =(

Although it has been a load of hard work being a young mom, it’s been a rewarding experience.  19 may not be too young to some(considering the influx in pregnancies of teens 16 and under nowadays) but getting pregnant fresh out of adolescence took a huge toll on my life.  It’s hard having to stay at home while all your friends are at the partying peak of their lives.  It’s hard to have to start working 40 hour weeks so young to support your family.  And it’s really hard putting your dreams on hold(in my case my music) to focus on taking care of your child.  But, ain’t nothing more rewarding than the satisfaction of knowing you can be a responsible adult.

Everything shifts when you realize you have a human being growing in your tummy.  Your priorities change and you learn what it truly means to Love.  Not saying you can’t feel real love between you and your significant other but Love shared between you and your seed is a whole other type.  So amidst it all, I am blessed. 

It’s been an bumpy ride but, i’m happy with the decisions I’ve made and the lifestyle I’ve chosen to live.  Being a parent is easy but being a Mom is a title you gotta earn.

Cheers to my muthafuckin self…I got no shame in being proud.

What’s good?  You ain’t fuckin none of my plans up.  Be kind.

Love,

The “2009 Me”

If everyone was on top of their shit we wouldn’t need new years resolutions

and having a new years resolutions doesn’t justify what you didn’t do the year prior

Try = fear

Do = Confidence