Who makes that?

Currently Listening to…Pussycat Dolls - Beep

I'm sitting here, scrolling through different sites looking at porn, you know the Saturday usual, and I find this guy in this...amazing outfit...let me share...

Now obviously he's a stripper, but this is what's running through my head...who makes that?  I mean look it...how do u wash it?...it looks delicate...can u put that in the machine?...could u imagine being at the laundry mat with him when he pulls this out?...what if he stays at home with his parents?  does mom hand wash this?...the fabric is very patterned, but then look how they decided to put a zipper up the center...how did they decide on a zipper than buttons?...or tear away something, like Velcro...isn't that a bit risky?...there's a lot of room for error there...and then a collar...seriously a collar?  Aren't collars suppose to give that..."clean-cut" look?...the entire outfit is see through...why bother with the coat? aren't you about to take it off?  don't u want people to see?...why bother with any accessories?...how do u even decide?...was the cowboy hat the final touch?...how do u decide what shoes to wear?  me, thinking logically, would probably sport some adidas for all the tricks i'd need to showcase...that way it'd be more comfortable and hit that pose just right and not worry about slipping on some beer or even money because there's no traction in your church shoes when u on hardwood floors...oh wait maybe he wore the coat to walk down the street and then was like BAM!...isn't that what the picture gives u the effect of?..."Pather you running late man, how long its gonna take you to get ready to go on because we need you out there like 5 mins ago." BAM!!!...Or at a restaurant, "Can I take your coat sir?" BAM!..."Oh my...this way to your table"..is it against the law to wear this outfit in public?...is there dress code on the streets? like in high school?...i mean he's fully clothed honestly...just...u can see straight through it...and i'm not offended at all, but it's not for everybody or every body if you get the idea...can i wear that to a club?...can i wear that to a funeral?...its all black and have a collar...and i'd wear the church shoes in that case...

Now don't think this is about this guy personally in any kind of way, I just have questions and this picture is what provoke me to start thinking...I'm thinking more about stripper wear designers as a whole, not even the profession of stripping...You know like those strippers that come out with the plastic g-string that literally contours to the penis like a second skin...there's actually not ANY string now that i think about it, no back at all...they more like a condom than logical underwear for support and just ass out, dick flopping everywhere...they could probably fuck someone right there and it be safe sex...now my dick hard because I'd join in the act, lol...Could I do that job?...Not the volunteer from the audience, because that's not a job that's luck...But the designing...Could I see this on my resume right next to my degree?...HELL YEAH, lmao...well not on my resume, but if it meant i got to see this ridiculously large black penises erect for "work purposes" dealing with measurement and fit, YES!...I'd do it for free shit...Matter fact, let me look into that...

You don’t know me like that

Currently Listening to…Magnolia OST/Supertramp – Logical Song

Wanna make sure I get this right, without being too personal...Okay here's the conversation I had with a close friend of mine, discussing the point I was trying to make, I hope you can follow it...I'll color code it to make it a little easier

Talented: i'm tryin to get to a question, but i don't know exactly how to word it….it has to do with people hating people they don't even know…like Beyonce

Norma Jean: whats the question

Talented: oh i was watchin snl last night and some white girl was on there, i forget her name…she was EXTREMLY pretty…i tell my friend on the phone, he goes, oh i don't like her…i say, why not?…."i just dont"….do u not like her work?…"never seen any of it…oooookay…OH she spilled coffee on you then slap you for being in her way?…"huh?...no"

Norma Jean: lol

Talented: well how the hell can u just flat out not like somebody like that who doesn't give u one reason not to?…i was blown away…and people think like this…a lot of people think like this…and that bothers me….and it should bother them…disturbed ass…i still listen to mariah carey after she made Glitter…COME ON!

Norma Jean: lol

Talented: HOW CAN U NOT LIKE SOMEONE FOR JUST NO REASON…mariah GAVE US reason, and she's still topping the charts…people are silly…i think that's my blog entry right there…i may just cut and paste it

Norma Jean: i was just about to say you should blog about that

Talented: i'm just going to cut and paste this conversation…and conclude it…i'm lazy lol

The girl on SNL I was referring to was Scarlett Johansson. 

Anyway, very pretty girl BUT this wasn't about her and her perfect female bone structure, no...this was bigger that that.  How do people just find hate for people they don't know.  Then to have the nerve to try to justify it with "they wanted to be famous, that comes with the price", what!  I don't care how much you may want to be in the spotlight, everybody wants a far chance to prove themselves worthy.  And you can just write somebody off like that that hasn't done anything to you let alone doesn't even know you exist?

As I still her reflecting over this and the fact that it is officially MLK day, I can't help but wonder...why do people find it so quick to hate but yet are so slow to love?

Humpty Dumpty

Currently listening to…Whitney Houston – I’m Your Baby Tonight

You know what?  I don't that I've fell once since I hit my twenties...Now that I think about it, I don't recall falling down much as a child.  Childhood memories are so faded to me most time...I do remember one MAJOR fall though, and it's one of the most tragic stories in my life, so try not to laugh, though it's the only way I know how to tell the story...

So this is sometime in the nineties, my mom was in between one of her marriages, and we were staying in APARTMENTS!  I know!  My mom in a apartment, funny already...Anywho...she'd became friends with one neighbors who stayed around the block...Now how they met or what they had in common don't really pertain to the story, so let me get to the meat and potatoes of this then...So the woman had a son who was like 3-5 (he reminded me of that little light skinned jackson 5 lookin kid on Family Matters with the curly shag who didn't fit in anywhere, you'll remember that), and I was like ummm...somewhere between 7-21 at the time (I'm really bad with time and age and that whole bit, but I do know I was shorter, so let's just say more like 6-10)...They were over our apartment one night, when the lady asked me to run back to her apartment to get something, I forget what it was...the little boy wanted to tag along, so we were on our way...we got there, got whatever, and started to head back to the apartment when the little boy want a piggy-back ride...so he jumps on my back and start calling out "faster, faster!!!" like I'm a fucking horse...my dumb little ass is just RUNNING talkin about "weeee this is fun" (idiot)...I wasn't paying attention to where I was running and BAM!!!!!....I tripped...over a SPEEDBUMP!...now remember back in the day (and still in some hoods) the speedbumps are like they are today all wide and luxurious, oh NOOOOOO...they were like fucking curbs in the middle of the roadway...anyway, getting beside myself...so I trip and fall with the little boy on my back...I get up and I didn't give a fuck about him, my fucking face was burning...I hauled ass back to the apartment to run in and find that ALL THE SKIN FROM MY DOMINATE FEATURES OF MY FACE WAS SKID OFF!!!  I'm lookin a fucking hot MESS people, because you can tell from the photo I have posted how dark I am...not imagine being that dark, and the skin from the tip of your nose, your cheekbones, your chin and your forehead ALL GONE and it just being white...I don't know if I was crying more from the burning or the way I looked in the mirror, because I was SUCH a pretty boy people...we talking, low-top with the fade and the very front tip of the ramp flipped a little (which I did not get out of the mirror until I perfected that shit on a daily basis)...nothing I could do with my hair then, I was a fucking mess! LOL..okay, I said we can't laugh...anywho, its gets more twisted...because the last thing I remember about that night was the little boy not having a scratch and me wanting to slide his face on the pavement for that damn piggy-back ride, and....what was on t.v. which I remember very vividly as well...while other people in the house, like three different people, put cocoa butter on my face, the t.v. was on BET and it was the world premiere of Whitney's "I'm Your Baby Tonight", and suddenly I stopped crying watching her costume changes...yup, I was a fag...and believe it or not, I had a girlfriend at the time!  I think her name was Pam or something...

What was the point in this story?  Well it's funny how few times I've physically fell in life and got back up, but I find myself falling short on my dreams and I'm can help but wonder...where did I learn to get back up?...Without help...

Road Trip!!!!

Currently listening to…Rahsaan Patterson – Yeah Yeah Yeah

Kendrick and I drove up to Chicago last week...We left Wednesday after the holiday madness, and stop in Memphis for the night where we were greeted by an old acquaintance I hadn't seen in sometime since he'd left Houston for New Jersey...long story short, Memphis is TIRED!...There must be something in the water that's clouding their judgement and keep people in that lifeless town, but I'll never be subjected to that seeing I exclusively drink Evian water now, which is your natural source of youth, where the Natural Spring Water begins as rain and snow falling on the pristine peaks of the French Alps, which is then slowly filters through a vast aquifer deep within the mountain for at least 15 years before emerging at the Cachat Spring in the town of Evian-les-Bains before being bottled in a state of the art facility...oh, pardon me, did I get on aside myself...well I was talking about MEMPHIS PEOPLE!  You'd much rather hear about "nature's gift", Evian, and the water's rich and unique history that began thousands of years ago, than hear about Memphis, Tennessee...The entire town basically shut down @ 8 p.m., the end...

MUCH MORE INTERESTING THAN MEMPHIS, Kendrick and I stopped in this small town called Sikestown, to fuel up, and came across this restaurant called Lambert's which was a adventure in itself...they throw food at you! how's that for service!...well, not all the food, but "Hot rolls, getcha hot rolls" which was fun and very country...so I caught like two, and Kendrick punk ass wanted me to share because he wasn't participating, that lazy hag...but he's my buddy, so of course I did...I was in full diva mode too, we talkin hoodie down LOW, scarf, gloves, and of course oversized sunglasses, giving those country hicks celebrity, um hm, lol...seriously I was tired, and I had on my hoodie and sunglasses feeling like Tyra the morning of the Naomi Campbell interview, until the ghetto ass waitress named Za'Monifah or whateva her parents slaved her ass with before Lexus and Mercedes were popular in the U.S. (speaking of which, I have yet to meet someone named Acura, Audi, or Volkswagen...hm), told me to take that off and start reaching toward my face...WHOA WHOA WHOA SAVANNAH!!! I don't know you or your hands like THAT!...Let's ease up on the Gin Betsey...so I let the sunlight in and embraced the moment...so yeah, that was fun

So we make it to Chicago where Kendrick, Keith, Ken & I (the KKKK) did a series of things to give Kendrick a feel for Chicago, including movies, dining, shopping, landmarks, museums and clubbing, which all put my checking account DEEP into the negative...I know, bitch you not working...I'll get over it though, I had a good time...money is money...blah...