Hello all!!! On last Friday the graduating pharmacy class had a class potluck. People volunteered to bring home cooked meals so the class could get together to fellowship. I am pretty good in the kitchen when I wanna be and most of the class knows that. They put my ass down to bring some chicken. I had all intentions on cooking but I had been busting my ass with my patients and trying to finish up some presentations while also keeping an eye on them and putting together my portfolio for review. I was one busy bitch. Friday rolled around and I said fuck it, I'll buy some damn chicken and they better not say a muthafucking thing to me about it!
I decided I would pick up some chicken from the KFC on 14th and U. I parked beside the courthouse and noticed two firetrucks parked outside. I was giving blond ditzy cunt so I never paid it much attention. As I crossed U street I saw the firemen standing right outside the KFC. It was a little smoke coming out and I was like damn, I'm gonna have to drive to a different location. There was this elderly gentleman with a cane in front of me who stopped to ask if everything inside was ok. They told him yeah and we both walked into this smoky KFC. The workers were standing around. Some were putting up fans to blow the smoke out. The old man asked if they were taking orders and they said yes.
So, I'm standing there waiting to order. The old man decided not to read the menu at all. He asks for a wang (wing), leg, thigh, some soda pop and mash taters. Now, as someone born and raised in the south I understood his order completely. But the trinidadian/jamaican cunt taking the order had no idea. She became all furstrated and shit. Kept asking him what, what was that again? She gave up and handed him to another worker and asked to take my order. Thats when the old man went off. "Its a damn shame that a black woman like you can't speak English!!!" "Can I get somebody who speaks English." Thats when the woman said, "I speak English, you don't." The manager steps up to take the man's order. The old man says, "Miss, I a lawyer and just left the courthouse." Blah, blah, blah.
Now, I am standing there looking at this man. He looks to be about 70. He is missing all of his bottom teeth, got on some dirty overalls, a baseball hat and is using a cane. Lawyer my ass!!
But this was the kicker. The manager of the KFC leans over in all her KCF uniform glory and says, "Sir, I'm a lawyer too. Now how can I take your order?" I KEY-KEEEYED!! That was the fucking laugh of the week for me.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
The HIV Patient
Hello all. It is over! I have finished my rotation at Washington Hospital Center. Friday was my last day. I have about 3 weeks off to do as I please. I am going to work full time starting Tuesday and then May 8th through May 11th I'll be back home in Alabama letting my grandmother fatten me up, lol. May 20th starts my next rotation. Only 5 more rotations to go before I will be called DOCTOR!!!! Yesssssss. December can't get her fast enough.
I have run across many patients in the 5 weeks I spent at WHC. I have seen a Tylenol poisoning, several end stage renal failures, Diabetes, foot ulcers, Colon cancer, the list goes on and on. Being that this hospital is located in DC, I figured that I would run across alot of HIV patients. If you didn't know, DC has the highest percentage of HIV infected resident in the enitre country. The last statistic I saw were 1 in every 20 DC residents are positive. If you count the surrounding Virginia and Maryland metro areas, that number would truly be even more alarming. At WHC, I ran across 3 patients. There was one twenty-five year old tranny who screamed everytime someone used her government name. Those damned nurses did that shit on purpose. You could hear her going off all the way down the hall. I kee-keeeyed. There was a 61 year old man whose "friend" as he referred to him, visited often, knew all of the medical history, watched everyone like a hawk and was there for every decision made on the case. So cute, lol. The third patient got my attention.
Patient number three was a 38 year old hispanic man, married with three children. He was brought in because he had been coughing up blood for the past 3 days. Everyone on the floor was put on alert as soon as we got in. There was a meeting. All attending physicians, nurses, physician assistants, nurse practicioner, social workers, medical students and pharmacy students (me!!!!), etc. were given the T on this patient. This man has been positive for 8 years. He freaked out when he was told and refused to use any medications, denying his diagnosis. He went into complete denial and decided to go about his life as he pleased. He married the following year. They went on to have 3 children. A beautiful little girl about 6 years old and a pair of twin boys who are about 8 months. The reason for this meeting, I am sure you can guess. HE DID NOT TELL A SOUL THAT HE WAS HIV POSITIVE!!!!!!! The wife doesn't know and neither does his family. Due to patient privacy laws, no one is allowed to say anything regarding his case. I was immediated perplexed when I got all the details. I know that women get prenatal care and blood tests monthly when pregnant. I just could not see why that wasn't picked up at some point. Either she refused to be tested due to her being married, or she was brought in from another country that does not test for HIV. That shit is so unfair. Her and those children got pulled into a situation that was totally uncalled for. I know we should never question the way God works and everytime I feel the uge to do that, I bring out my bible and read the book of Job. If you haven't read it, its a must read. This is an instance where I had to keep my bible near.
There are two markers when it comes to HIV treatment. A watch is kept on a patients Viral load to see how strong the disease is and how to direct medical intervention and CD4 count which predicts the progression of the disease. CD4 counts are what I tend to keep a watch on. A normal persons CD4 count run well into the thousands. As this count lowers you start to see some infections that healthy people can usually fight off without a problem. HIV/AIDS is a type of disease that keep your immune system fighting allowing other diseases to come in through the back to wreck havoc. All of this fighting takes a toll on one's immunity, your fighters become tired allowing HIV and other infections to take over. Once the CD4 count gets below 200 a diagnosis of AIDS is made. Guess what this muthafucka's CD4 count was when his ass finally came in? I'm waiting. Muthafuckin 4!!!!!!! We students, medical students and pharmacy students were running around like ants. My motto for any infection is treat early and treat aggressively. I had come up with all type of medications to try. Since students are at the bottom of the totem pole in medical decisions, no one listened to us. They isolated this muthafucka and restricted the use of his medical chart. I did get a chance to see that they had put him on some treatment meds, and some other meds to fight off bacteria. When I last heard his CD4 count was up to 34.
I couldnt get this guy out of my head. On the last day of the rotation, I went and got my own HIV test. I have been getting tested now for a little over 10 years. Since moving to DC I get tested every 3 months. Went to Whitman-Walker over on 14th street. Some perky white bitch came bouncing up asking me if I was ready to be tested. No bitch don't you see I'm nervous!!!?? I need a shot of Hennesy first bitch. She did a finger stick and sent me out to wait 20 minutes. Those 20 minutes are always nerve wrecking. I consider myself safe but as we all know condoms are not 100% safe. I once had this nigga that ripped off the condom after a hot session of loving and bust on my back. Guess where the nut ran? Down the crack of my ass. I was mad as a motherfucka. I was last tested in January. Three months later: my test came back negative. What a relief.
I watched one of my favorite uncles die from "AIDS related complications". It truly broke my heart. It was also the first time I saw my dad totally loose it. I have pondered may times what would I do if I got that news? I do get my fuck on and know that I am at risk. Would I go out with dignity or pick one of the many drugs I've studied, take all I can get my hands on and call it a day? The one thing that I am truly sure of is that I would not continue to put others at risk because of my foolishness. Thats the reason I continue to be as safe as I know how and get tested regularly.
Once I become a licensed pharmacist I hope to somehow fight the progression of this disease. And one day when I am old, gray, dick won't get hard no more and senile, I hope to see it beat.
I have run across many patients in the 5 weeks I spent at WHC. I have seen a Tylenol poisoning, several end stage renal failures, Diabetes, foot ulcers, Colon cancer, the list goes on and on. Being that this hospital is located in DC, I figured that I would run across alot of HIV patients. If you didn't know, DC has the highest percentage of HIV infected resident in the enitre country. The last statistic I saw were 1 in every 20 DC residents are positive. If you count the surrounding Virginia and Maryland metro areas, that number would truly be even more alarming. At WHC, I ran across 3 patients. There was one twenty-five year old tranny who screamed everytime someone used her government name. Those damned nurses did that shit on purpose. You could hear her going off all the way down the hall. I kee-keeeyed. There was a 61 year old man whose "friend" as he referred to him, visited often, knew all of the medical history, watched everyone like a hawk and was there for every decision made on the case. So cute, lol. The third patient got my attention.
Patient number three was a 38 year old hispanic man, married with three children. He was brought in because he had been coughing up blood for the past 3 days. Everyone on the floor was put on alert as soon as we got in. There was a meeting. All attending physicians, nurses, physician assistants, nurse practicioner, social workers, medical students and pharmacy students (me!!!!), etc. were given the T on this patient. This man has been positive for 8 years. He freaked out when he was told and refused to use any medications, denying his diagnosis. He went into complete denial and decided to go about his life as he pleased. He married the following year. They went on to have 3 children. A beautiful little girl about 6 years old and a pair of twin boys who are about 8 months. The reason for this meeting, I am sure you can guess. HE DID NOT TELL A SOUL THAT HE WAS HIV POSITIVE!!!!!!! The wife doesn't know and neither does his family. Due to patient privacy laws, no one is allowed to say anything regarding his case. I was immediated perplexed when I got all the details. I know that women get prenatal care and blood tests monthly when pregnant. I just could not see why that wasn't picked up at some point. Either she refused to be tested due to her being married, or she was brought in from another country that does not test for HIV. That shit is so unfair. Her and those children got pulled into a situation that was totally uncalled for. I know we should never question the way God works and everytime I feel the uge to do that, I bring out my bible and read the book of Job. If you haven't read it, its a must read. This is an instance where I had to keep my bible near.
There are two markers when it comes to HIV treatment. A watch is kept on a patients Viral load to see how strong the disease is and how to direct medical intervention and CD4 count which predicts the progression of the disease. CD4 counts are what I tend to keep a watch on. A normal persons CD4 count run well into the thousands. As this count lowers you start to see some infections that healthy people can usually fight off without a problem. HIV/AIDS is a type of disease that keep your immune system fighting allowing other diseases to come in through the back to wreck havoc. All of this fighting takes a toll on one's immunity, your fighters become tired allowing HIV and other infections to take over. Once the CD4 count gets below 200 a diagnosis of AIDS is made. Guess what this muthafucka's CD4 count was when his ass finally came in? I'm waiting. Muthafuckin 4!!!!!!! We students, medical students and pharmacy students were running around like ants. My motto for any infection is treat early and treat aggressively. I had come up with all type of medications to try. Since students are at the bottom of the totem pole in medical decisions, no one listened to us. They isolated this muthafucka and restricted the use of his medical chart. I did get a chance to see that they had put him on some treatment meds, and some other meds to fight off bacteria. When I last heard his CD4 count was up to 34.
I couldnt get this guy out of my head. On the last day of the rotation, I went and got my own HIV test. I have been getting tested now for a little over 10 years. Since moving to DC I get tested every 3 months. Went to Whitman-Walker over on 14th street. Some perky white bitch came bouncing up asking me if I was ready to be tested. No bitch don't you see I'm nervous!!!?? I need a shot of Hennesy first bitch. She did a finger stick and sent me out to wait 20 minutes. Those 20 minutes are always nerve wrecking. I consider myself safe but as we all know condoms are not 100% safe. I once had this nigga that ripped off the condom after a hot session of loving and bust on my back. Guess where the nut ran? Down the crack of my ass. I was mad as a motherfucka. I was last tested in January. Three months later: my test came back negative. What a relief.
I watched one of my favorite uncles die from "AIDS related complications". It truly broke my heart. It was also the first time I saw my dad totally loose it. I have pondered may times what would I do if I got that news? I do get my fuck on and know that I am at risk. Would I go out with dignity or pick one of the many drugs I've studied, take all I can get my hands on and call it a day? The one thing that I am truly sure of is that I would not continue to put others at risk because of my foolishness. Thats the reason I continue to be as safe as I know how and get tested regularly.
Once I become a licensed pharmacist I hope to somehow fight the progression of this disease. And one day when I am old, gray, dick won't get hard no more and senile, I hope to see it beat.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
My New York Trip
Hello All!!!! I been busy like a muthafucka lately. I haven't had a chance to sit my lil narrow ass down for some me time since like April 8th!! What the fuck?!!! So I am going to try and catch up with my posts starting with my New York trip.
I went to New York to celebrate my great-uncle's wife's (Sharon-my great aunt-in law) 50th B'day on April 9th. It was a cute lil get together. Of my family there it was me, my Uncle Bob, Uncle Moses (my great uncle and grandfather's baby brother) and my 2nd cousin Shea (Uncle Moses and my great aunt Sharon's daughter). The rest were my aunt-in law's family and some family friends. Sharon is originally from Long Island and that's where the majority of her family still reside. We ate like the southerners we are. Honey, I slayed that food too. Its going to take 2 weeks of gym work to work this out. Everyone who came by brought something and you know we had the drinks flowing too. This lil cute 17 year old boy was there. He drank like he was one of us! And he could really hold his own! I was hoping to get his young ass drunk. I swear I was going to pull his cute ass in the bathroom and give him some ass. Have him calling for his momma when I get finished! They gonna have to put me on that NBC show To Catch a Predator. Just sad, lol.
I had to play with boys while I was there. Some fat fuck sucked my dick in a hotel parking lot. Security kept circling through. I thought that was hilarious. Then I bumped into some white boys. Followed they ass back home and fucked one of them while his boyfriend (and 2 dogs) watched. And what is it with condom use these days?? Am I the only muthafucka who knows that they MUST be used? Thank God I keeps me some handy. Fucking idiots. White people are something else. Fuck raw? I had to pull a Whitney Houston-- O Hell to the NAWW!!!! BOBBYYYYYY!!!
Of course I had to go clubbing while I was there. The party scene there is so OVAH!! I absolutely love to party in New York and don't mind giving up a 20, 30, or 40 at the door. But its so hard to go out when you visiting a place with a house full of people. Everybody wanna go or asking where I'm going. Bitch, I'm grown!!! All you need to know is I'll be back, lol. Good ole Mapquest got me wherever I wanted to go. I was on Long Island so I had to drive into the city. I am in no way a Metro person. I grew up in the south where we drove everywhere we wanted to go. I can't stand waiting on a bus or train to take me somewhere. I just can't do it. If I have to drive a beat down Ford Pinto I swear I will and get out of that bitch looking so divalicious!!
Went to this club called Empire. It was located right below the Empire State Building. How original. It was suppose to have male strippers starting at 11pm. I got there at 12:30 and saw nothing but some stank ass queens who thought they were Beyonce. I had to pull an Etta James move and show them this old thing can still get down with the best of them! I worked!!!
Left there and went to another club called Krash. I was there with my best friend Sebastian back in September and we cleaned the floor. I enjoyed the hell out of myself. They played beat after wonderful beat. I always knew I was coming back. This time was strikingly different. The beats still worked but the atmosphere changed. Back in September the spanish gwalla gwalla's were there, New York thug boys, and the butch queens like myself. This time the place was filled with nothing but white people!! I was a lil nervous at first but after feeling a couple of beats from the house music, I was ready. Those white girls served it too!!! I had drinks left and right coming at me.
Left there and went to the village. What trip to New York is complete without coming to the historical Christopher Street stomping grounds and the notorious piers. Chi Chi's is a must too. It is a cuter version of DC's Fireplace. The boys were OVAH. I got my life. I just walked up and down Christopher street enjoying the scenery of the New York Boys. How lovely.
I know one of them bitches at Krash put something in one of them damn drinks cause I have no idea how I got back to Long Island after I passed the toll booth coming out of the Midtown tunnel. That damn car drove itself back. When I got back to my cousins apartment at almost 6 in the morning, the party was still going. Most of the people had left but the music was still pumping and since I was already fucked up I just was like fuck it-----Keep the party going. I found me some Hennesy to snuggle up to!!
I went to New York to celebrate my great-uncle's wife's (Sharon-my great aunt-in law) 50th B'day on April 9th. It was a cute lil get together. Of my family there it was me, my Uncle Bob, Uncle Moses (my great uncle and grandfather's baby brother) and my 2nd cousin Shea (Uncle Moses and my great aunt Sharon's daughter). The rest were my aunt-in law's family and some family friends. Sharon is originally from Long Island and that's where the majority of her family still reside. We ate like the southerners we are. Honey, I slayed that food too. Its going to take 2 weeks of gym work to work this out. Everyone who came by brought something and you know we had the drinks flowing too. This lil cute 17 year old boy was there. He drank like he was one of us! And he could really hold his own! I was hoping to get his young ass drunk. I swear I was going to pull his cute ass in the bathroom and give him some ass. Have him calling for his momma when I get finished! They gonna have to put me on that NBC show To Catch a Predator. Just sad, lol.
I had to play with boys while I was there. Some fat fuck sucked my dick in a hotel parking lot. Security kept circling through. I thought that was hilarious. Then I bumped into some white boys. Followed they ass back home and fucked one of them while his boyfriend (and 2 dogs) watched. And what is it with condom use these days?? Am I the only muthafucka who knows that they MUST be used? Thank God I keeps me some handy. Fucking idiots. White people are something else. Fuck raw? I had to pull a Whitney Houston-- O Hell to the NAWW!!!! BOBBYYYYYY!!!
Of course I had to go clubbing while I was there. The party scene there is so OVAH!! I absolutely love to party in New York and don't mind giving up a 20, 30, or 40 at the door. But its so hard to go out when you visiting a place with a house full of people. Everybody wanna go or asking where I'm going. Bitch, I'm grown!!! All you need to know is I'll be back, lol. Good ole Mapquest got me wherever I wanted to go. I was on Long Island so I had to drive into the city. I am in no way a Metro person. I grew up in the south where we drove everywhere we wanted to go. I can't stand waiting on a bus or train to take me somewhere. I just can't do it. If I have to drive a beat down Ford Pinto I swear I will and get out of that bitch looking so divalicious!!
Went to this club called Empire. It was located right below the Empire State Building. How original. It was suppose to have male strippers starting at 11pm. I got there at 12:30 and saw nothing but some stank ass queens who thought they were Beyonce. I had to pull an Etta James move and show them this old thing can still get down with the best of them! I worked!!!
Left there and went to another club called Krash. I was there with my best friend Sebastian back in September and we cleaned the floor. I enjoyed the hell out of myself. They played beat after wonderful beat. I always knew I was coming back. This time was strikingly different. The beats still worked but the atmosphere changed. Back in September the spanish gwalla gwalla's were there, New York thug boys, and the butch queens like myself. This time the place was filled with nothing but white people!! I was a lil nervous at first but after feeling a couple of beats from the house music, I was ready. Those white girls served it too!!! I had drinks left and right coming at me.
Left there and went to the village. What trip to New York is complete without coming to the historical Christopher Street stomping grounds and the notorious piers. Chi Chi's is a must too. It is a cuter version of DC's Fireplace. The boys were OVAH. I got my life. I just walked up and down Christopher street enjoying the scenery of the New York Boys. How lovely.
I know one of them bitches at Krash put something in one of them damn drinks cause I have no idea how I got back to Long Island after I passed the toll booth coming out of the Midtown tunnel. That damn car drove itself back. When I got back to my cousins apartment at almost 6 in the morning, the party was still going. Most of the people had left but the music was still pumping and since I was already fucked up I just was like fuck it-----Keep the party going. I found me some Hennesy to snuggle up to!!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Drug Dealer Trade
Hello All!! I took today off from school to have a me day. My back was killing me on Monday so I called in today to tell them I wasn't coming. I just really needed a day to myself just to do me. You know, take time to smell the roses. Some kind of way Drug dealer trade came into the picture.
I was online looking up kidney disease because one of my patients has end stage renal disease. He pops up on my IM asking what was up. I was being real nonchalant with him saying I was at home working on some stuff for school. He was like, "Why you at home?" I told him I didn't feel like going today. And then he was like "I'm coming through." I wasn't up for no company. I had already shut my phone down and was looking for peace and quiet. He logged off IM before I could tell him no. I tried to then call him but no answer. He never answers his phone so I don't know why I thought he would answer then. He showed up at my door about 30 minutes later. I was a lil pissed and he knew it asking what was wrong. I said nothing. He pulled out a bottle of Hennessy and my mood definitely changed. That let me know that he has been paying attention to some things I like. I was surprised! We chatted a bit. He told me he bought a new truck. I looked out the window and a damn burgundy hummer was parked outside. I was like "You stupid dummy!" "Don't you know drug dealers are supposed to be incog-negro??" He acted like it was nothing. I told him to get rid if he wanted to stay out of jail. At his age he shouldn't be selling that shit. I also noticed he was high as a kite. I asked if he was using his own shit. He said yeah. Rule #1: Don't get high off your own supply. I give him 3 more months and his ass is going to be back in jail. I tried to tell him better but talking to someone high is like talking to a brick wall. Like my grandmother said, "You can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink." Its so ironic that you remember those old sayings as an adult when as a kid you tried your best to ignore it.
He put on some damn porno he brought with him. If it wasn't for that hennessy he brought (which I had been drinking straight) I would have been upset. I was watching a rerun of Desperate Housewives when he came it had just got good. I know I've talked about him before but I don't think I've described him. Drug dealer trade stands at 5'10", 165lbs of solid muscle, bald head, tats and all that shit. Dick is about 8 inches thick with a fierce curve. He is in his mid thirties I would say. Real handsome. He told me he has been in and out of jail since age 14 as if thats something to be proud of. He's a real freak. Those boys in jail taught him something.
He sucks dick like a muthafucka. I thought my trade bottom was a pro. Well, at this point they are neck and neck on the dick sucking tip. I use to reciprocate with him but not anymore. It takes this muthafucka too long to cum. My damn neck and back and shit be hurting. I'm rubbing and sucking that dick, he moaning and shit, fuck that bust a nut and get the fuck out!
So of course he came through to get some dick. Ms. Diamond said I should stop calling him trade since I'm the one dicking him down. She was like "Call him a masculine bottom". I'm still thinking about that. Anyway we get in the bedroom. At least he knows not to get on my damn comforter. He pulled it completely off the bed. ". He sucks my dick some more while I'm busy looking for lube and condoms. I had to pull the lips off my dick to find my lube and condoms! He takes his position in the middle of the bed on his stomach (thats my favorite position too, lol) and said, "Fuck me". I lubed him up, he has already started that moaning shit and I ain't even put the dick in yet. I climb on top and put the head in. He jumped and bumped his dome head on the wall. I thought that was hilarious!! I kee-keeyed!!! By that time I was feeling that hennessy and slowly eased my way in. He got some tight ass, tighter than my trade bottom! I fucked him down!!! Called him all kinds of bitches. "You like this dick don't you bitch". Its really sad how he goes from man to bitch in under 30 seconds, lol. I put my hand on the back of his neck and went full force on that ass. He told me to let him know when I was cumming. I thought that was odd. He never asked me that before. I did as told and he jumps up, rips the condom off and took all of my love juices in his mouth. My muthafucking knees buckled and I went down for the count. After I got my breath back, the muthafucka says, "The pancake aint done until its been flipped." I gave that muthafucka the eye and he quickly turned that into, "Maybe not."
The thing is I can't see that muthafucka fucking me. I consider myself vers but once the roles are defined in the bedroom I don't change. If I start out a top with someone thats how its gonna stay. Only one muthafucka has flipped me, my trade bottom. If he wants some ass he betta get it from someone else. I know I'm being selfish but o well thats my business.
I never expected to see this muthafucka more than once. I thought it was going to be one of those quick fucks and that would be it. He's been hanging on for a minute now. He doesn't bring drama into my life, always has some sort of conversation, and is truly an intersting character. Would I consider him a potential partner? No. The drugs gotta go of which I know he is not ready to do away with. He's grown and who am I to decide for him? I can only decide for myself. I can only hope the best for him. Until next time, SMOOCHIES!
I was online looking up kidney disease because one of my patients has end stage renal disease. He pops up on my IM asking what was up. I was being real nonchalant with him saying I was at home working on some stuff for school. He was like, "Why you at home?" I told him I didn't feel like going today. And then he was like "I'm coming through." I wasn't up for no company. I had already shut my phone down and was looking for peace and quiet. He logged off IM before I could tell him no. I tried to then call him but no answer. He never answers his phone so I don't know why I thought he would answer then. He showed up at my door about 30 minutes later. I was a lil pissed and he knew it asking what was wrong. I said nothing. He pulled out a bottle of Hennessy and my mood definitely changed. That let me know that he has been paying attention to some things I like. I was surprised! We chatted a bit. He told me he bought a new truck. I looked out the window and a damn burgundy hummer was parked outside. I was like "You stupid dummy!" "Don't you know drug dealers are supposed to be incog-negro??" He acted like it was nothing. I told him to get rid if he wanted to stay out of jail. At his age he shouldn't be selling that shit. I also noticed he was high as a kite. I asked if he was using his own shit. He said yeah. Rule #1: Don't get high off your own supply. I give him 3 more months and his ass is going to be back in jail. I tried to tell him better but talking to someone high is like talking to a brick wall. Like my grandmother said, "You can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink." Its so ironic that you remember those old sayings as an adult when as a kid you tried your best to ignore it.
He put on some damn porno he brought with him. If it wasn't for that hennessy he brought (which I had been drinking straight) I would have been upset. I was watching a rerun of Desperate Housewives when he came it had just got good. I know I've talked about him before but I don't think I've described him. Drug dealer trade stands at 5'10", 165lbs of solid muscle, bald head, tats and all that shit. Dick is about 8 inches thick with a fierce curve. He is in his mid thirties I would say. Real handsome. He told me he has been in and out of jail since age 14 as if thats something to be proud of. He's a real freak. Those boys in jail taught him something.
He sucks dick like a muthafucka. I thought my trade bottom was a pro. Well, at this point they are neck and neck on the dick sucking tip. I use to reciprocate with him but not anymore. It takes this muthafucka too long to cum. My damn neck and back and shit be hurting. I'm rubbing and sucking that dick, he moaning and shit, fuck that bust a nut and get the fuck out!
So of course he came through to get some dick. Ms. Diamond said I should stop calling him trade since I'm the one dicking him down. She was like "Call him a masculine bottom". I'm still thinking about that. Anyway we get in the bedroom. At least he knows not to get on my damn comforter. He pulled it completely off the bed. ". He sucks my dick some more while I'm busy looking for lube and condoms. I had to pull the lips off my dick to find my lube and condoms! He takes his position in the middle of the bed on his stomach (thats my favorite position too, lol) and said, "Fuck me". I lubed him up, he has already started that moaning shit and I ain't even put the dick in yet. I climb on top and put the head in. He jumped and bumped his dome head on the wall. I thought that was hilarious!! I kee-keeyed!!! By that time I was feeling that hennessy and slowly eased my way in. He got some tight ass, tighter than my trade bottom! I fucked him down!!! Called him all kinds of bitches. "You like this dick don't you bitch". Its really sad how he goes from man to bitch in under 30 seconds, lol. I put my hand on the back of his neck and went full force on that ass. He told me to let him know when I was cumming. I thought that was odd. He never asked me that before. I did as told and he jumps up, rips the condom off and took all of my love juices in his mouth. My muthafucking knees buckled and I went down for the count. After I got my breath back, the muthafucka says, "The pancake aint done until its been flipped." I gave that muthafucka the eye and he quickly turned that into, "Maybe not."
The thing is I can't see that muthafucka fucking me. I consider myself vers but once the roles are defined in the bedroom I don't change. If I start out a top with someone thats how its gonna stay. Only one muthafucka has flipped me, my trade bottom. If he wants some ass he betta get it from someone else. I know I'm being selfish but o well thats my business.
I never expected to see this muthafucka more than once. I thought it was going to be one of those quick fucks and that would be it. He's been hanging on for a minute now. He doesn't bring drama into my life, always has some sort of conversation, and is truly an intersting character. Would I consider him a potential partner? No. The drugs gotta go of which I know he is not ready to do away with. He's grown and who am I to decide for him? I can only decide for myself. I can only hope the best for him. Until next time, SMOOCHIES!
Sunday, April 5, 2009
The Show Part 1
Good evening blogworld. Its me again. This was my weekend to work and I have been tired boots!! Honey, getting older is taking a toll on me. I think I sleep more now than ever. I am really dreading the number 30 especially since it is around the corner. GOT DAMN!!! A girl gotta get her beauty rest though.
I had been looking forward to yesterday though for about a week. I had been invited to a birthday party. It was more of a tribute/birthday show to my drag grandmother Ms. Alleycat Blue. Its nothing like having a family away from family. People who genuinely care about you and are willing to take you in as one of their own and accept you with all of your faults. So my family away from family got together for an outing. Originally I was going to talk about the show, which I probably will in another post, but decided I'd talk about my "other" family. I am going to try to keep this civil since my big mouth sister Sebastian told the family about my posts. That fucking bitch. It was like being outed. There is a time and place for everything but I guess that bitch didn't know that. I love you Pumpkin!!
So I worked that day and afterwards I went down to Ben's Chilli Bowl to get a Polish Sausage. That thing gassed me up like the Goodyear Blimp so I really wasn't feeling well but pulled it together to meet with the family and honor one of DC's greatest entertainers.
Lets start with Ron. I first saw him in Baltimore at the legendary Paradox. Since I am a highly sexual person the first thing that went through my head is HE IS CUTE!!!! My best friend Sebastian was with me and she was like bitch that's our lil sister husband! I was like what sister? Honey, I had forgotten that quick I had a "other sister". He shook my hand and was very courteous and out of all the time I've known him he is still the same. I can't stand fake bitches and this nigga is someone I can truly hang with cause I know what to expect from him. His black ass done fucked around and gained too much muthafuckin weight. Got shirts thats fitting a lil too snuggly, lol. At least he knows it, some people act like the fat just all of a sudden creeped up on they ass. He told me he was going to loose all of it. Said he went to the gym. BRAVO!! That nigga don't know that that belly ain't going no where. Its just gonna firm the fuck up. That fat is giving "You fucked with me now you stuck with me". Lol,,,, And went to IHOP after our little gathering. Bitch that ain't no diet food. When I told him I couldn't go because I had to go to work today, he sounded disappointed. Awwww. He and my lil sister are having marital problems and I truly hope they work that shit out. You never know who is watching you and they were my model couple. I looked to them as an example of how same sex loving couples could truly make it. Damn drama.....
What bitch is next? O yeah, Ty, the resident Fag Hag. Ok, maybe not hag cause the bitch is drop dead gorgeous. She is a big girl but wears it beautifully. When I tell you this bitch is beautiful, believe it. Beautiful flawless skin, indian hair and its all hers not that weave shit these bitches be putting in they shit. She always got it together. Got a great pair of perched titties too. Get it girl!! That bitch tried to come for me though. Can you believe that?? Called me a hoover vacuum. Yeah, I like sucking dick but bitch don't do it, bitch don't do it. (Had to repeat myself on that one) You can always tell people who aint got no dick in they life, lol... I love you too boo boo!!!!! *I can hear that bitch cussing me out now, lollllll*
And now, Mr. M.H. himself, the grand diva of them all, my drag mother Ms. Diamond Alexis Blue!!! **Applause now**** That bitch turns it on a stage. She is so much like my biological mother; expect for the dick between her legs. Our relationship is touchy. She be truly trying it. But just before our little outing was over she gave me a hug told me that I was loved and to be careful. Awww, *sniffle, sniffle*
And this bitch, Mr. Macastil. Mr O to the muthafucking C. My bff Sebastian. She was giving face like a muthafucka. Actually, she been giving face the last two times we met up. (For those of you who don't speak faggot that has nothing to do with sucking dick. It means her face was flawless.) I guess she took my advice when I told her a lil nut on the face works wonders for the skin. YESSSSSSSS!!!! She been wearing these lumberjack shirts lately. Like Destiny Child said No, No, No, No, No. Now, I know I am ages behind her in fashion but GAWD!!! I hope that was a Christmas present someone bought her and she was being nice by wearing that. This bitch got clothes for days. She inspires my way of dressing. I always think, how would she put this together? She can give runway like the fucking diva that she is!!! Naomi ain't got shit on her!!!!I remember we were in New York one time and this girl stopped her and asked if they had met in Paris where my bff was the runway coach. Sebastian smiled and said no. Not me, I would have milked that bitch by saying yes, put on my canal street Chanel shades and gave runway right in Penn Station. I would have turned it in there. She is my partner in crime and I study her like I study to pass a test at school. YESSSS Honey YESSSSSS. I love you boo! *Kiss Kiss*
Well, that is a short description of my "others". I love them dearly, even though at some separate time or another I wanted to choke the living shit outta each of them separately. I'm sure they feel the same about me, lol. Until next time, SMOOCHIES!
I had been looking forward to yesterday though for about a week. I had been invited to a birthday party. It was more of a tribute/birthday show to my drag grandmother Ms. Alleycat Blue. Its nothing like having a family away from family. People who genuinely care about you and are willing to take you in as one of their own and accept you with all of your faults. So my family away from family got together for an outing. Originally I was going to talk about the show, which I probably will in another post, but decided I'd talk about my "other" family. I am going to try to keep this civil since my big mouth sister Sebastian told the family about my posts. That fucking bitch. It was like being outed. There is a time and place for everything but I guess that bitch didn't know that. I love you Pumpkin!!
So I worked that day and afterwards I went down to Ben's Chilli Bowl to get a Polish Sausage. That thing gassed me up like the Goodyear Blimp so I really wasn't feeling well but pulled it together to meet with the family and honor one of DC's greatest entertainers.
Lets start with Ron. I first saw him in Baltimore at the legendary Paradox. Since I am a highly sexual person the first thing that went through my head is HE IS CUTE!!!! My best friend Sebastian was with me and she was like bitch that's our lil sister husband! I was like what sister? Honey, I had forgotten that quick I had a "other sister". He shook my hand and was very courteous and out of all the time I've known him he is still the same. I can't stand fake bitches and this nigga is someone I can truly hang with cause I know what to expect from him. His black ass done fucked around and gained too much muthafuckin weight. Got shirts thats fitting a lil too snuggly, lol. At least he knows it, some people act like the fat just all of a sudden creeped up on they ass. He told me he was going to loose all of it. Said he went to the gym. BRAVO!! That nigga don't know that that belly ain't going no where. Its just gonna firm the fuck up. That fat is giving "You fucked with me now you stuck with me". Lol,,,, And went to IHOP after our little gathering. Bitch that ain't no diet food. When I told him I couldn't go because I had to go to work today, he sounded disappointed. Awwww. He and my lil sister are having marital problems and I truly hope they work that shit out. You never know who is watching you and they were my model couple. I looked to them as an example of how same sex loving couples could truly make it. Damn drama.....
What bitch is next? O yeah, Ty, the resident Fag Hag. Ok, maybe not hag cause the bitch is drop dead gorgeous. She is a big girl but wears it beautifully. When I tell you this bitch is beautiful, believe it. Beautiful flawless skin, indian hair and its all hers not that weave shit these bitches be putting in they shit. She always got it together. Got a great pair of perched titties too. Get it girl!! That bitch tried to come for me though. Can you believe that?? Called me a hoover vacuum. Yeah, I like sucking dick but bitch don't do it, bitch don't do it. (Had to repeat myself on that one) You can always tell people who aint got no dick in they life, lol... I love you too boo boo!!!!! *I can hear that bitch cussing me out now, lollllll*
And now, Mr. M.H. himself, the grand diva of them all, my drag mother Ms. Diamond Alexis Blue!!! **Applause now**** That bitch turns it on a stage. She is so much like my biological mother; expect for the dick between her legs. Our relationship is touchy. She be truly trying it. But just before our little outing was over she gave me a hug told me that I was loved and to be careful. Awww, *sniffle, sniffle*
And this bitch, Mr. Macastil. Mr O to the muthafucking C. My bff Sebastian. She was giving face like a muthafucka. Actually, she been giving face the last two times we met up. (For those of you who don't speak faggot that has nothing to do with sucking dick. It means her face was flawless.) I guess she took my advice when I told her a lil nut on the face works wonders for the skin. YESSSSSSSS!!!! She been wearing these lumberjack shirts lately. Like Destiny Child said No, No, No, No, No. Now, I know I am ages behind her in fashion but GAWD!!! I hope that was a Christmas present someone bought her and she was being nice by wearing that. This bitch got clothes for days. She inspires my way of dressing. I always think, how would she put this together? She can give runway like the fucking diva that she is!!! Naomi ain't got shit on her!!!!I remember we were in New York one time and this girl stopped her and asked if they had met in Paris where my bff was the runway coach. Sebastian smiled and said no. Not me, I would have milked that bitch by saying yes, put on my canal street Chanel shades and gave runway right in Penn Station. I would have turned it in there. She is my partner in crime and I study her like I study to pass a test at school. YESSSS Honey YESSSSSS. I love you boo! *Kiss Kiss*
Well, that is a short description of my "others". I love them dearly, even though at some separate time or another I wanted to choke the living shit outta each of them separately. I'm sure they feel the same about me, lol. Until next time, SMOOCHIES!
Friday, April 3, 2009
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLJPow-V06E
O my GOD!!! This bitch is voguing for life!!!! Check her out. Damn tranny. I gotta get on my shit so I can show this bitch whose the boss!!! YESSSSSS!! Or maybe make her my sister. Hmmmm
O my GOD!!! This bitch is voguing for life!!!! Check her out. Damn tranny. I gotta get on my shit so I can show this bitch whose the boss!!! YESSSSSS!! Or maybe make her my sister. Hmmmm
Monday, March 30, 2009
I went clubbing
Hello all. I've been down lately due to some personal drama. My money is running short. I have money but I can't really spend it like I want too. I paid my rent through June and already have half of July's rent saved. I got one on of my credit cards down to a $200 balance, the other one is well over a thousand but what the fuck, I been trying. Looks like I'll have to take out another student loan especially since I won't be able to work this summer due to school. I hope I can find one that doesn't require a cosigner. I am no begger and I won't be begging neither parent to cosign. As an only child I always thought I would have it a bit easier but I have to fight for every little thing I get. Anywayyys
I got a speeding ticket in Virgina while coming from this trade's house. 90 in a 55mph zone. The cunt cop didn't even give me a price for the fucking ticket. Just told me to bring my black ass to court, lol. Said he had clocked me in a different county and had to drive well over 100 to catch me. BASTARD!!!
My last problem of the moment is that some fuck stole my radio out of my car for the umpteenth time. If I ever catch someone going in my shit I'm beating some ass that night goddamnit.
So to get my mind off things I decided to go out. Decided to go out to the Eye Bar knowing that it is free on Sundays. Gotta save that money wherever I can, lol. I tried to call my best friend to go with me but that bitch cell phone was once again off. Thats some shit I can never understand. It seems like her phone is off every month. I have had my phone for 9 years now. Out of all that time its only been off once. How hard is it to budget money with a full time job? I could see if she was doing temp work or only worked part time. And the kicker is that she works all the time. She usually calls me from work but didn't. Did I do something?? So just like the only child that I am I went alone.
I was so cute. Had on my American Eagle jeans that accent my ass to perfection. Due to my waist size I can only find jeans at American Eagle or Abercrombie and Fitch to fit perfectly. I hate when bitches buy oversize jeans, get a belt and tighten it so much until the jeans fold up on itself. Or buying jeans too big and fucking holding them up with your hand or continuously pulling them up. That shit looks nasty as fuck. Ugggggh!! I had on a matching blue and white polo and a cute jacket.
I stepped into the club and immediately all eyes were on me. Now, I am not a real big fan of the Eye Bar due to so many youngins that are usually there. This time I was pleasantly surprised. Trade was there in droves, butch queens like myself, fem queens, lesbians sprinkled here and there, curious white people who didn't know it was gay night, lol, and a nice mix of all were in attendance. I had eyes on me so much that I had to give runway while walking to the bar. I ordered a hennesy and coke but some fat fuck made me change my mind to a tequilla sunrise which was ok. I took in the scene a bit. Saw two guys I let get it, gave them my fake greeting. One actually looked happy to see me but I was giving shade to both of them. The other is a med student at Howard. His sex was cute. So, I checked out the downstairs area for all of 10 minutes and went upstairs to the whole reason I came out.
Don't get me wrong I like rap and hip-hop music. I can party with the best of them. The thing is I hear that shit on the radio on a daily basis. I hear and see that same shit on the tv. And when Three Six Mafia can win an oscar for best original song, I am so over it. I am absolutely in love with House music!!! The beats completely take me to another world. I can tell that in another life I was some kind of top African Dancer or some shit. Lets say that I don't really wanna dance, I just wanna chill and watch. Let some house music come on, its something I can't hold back. I will be on the floor with the quickness. When I got there the room was sort of empty. This butch lesbian was there dancing a bit and two other lesbians were on the floor bumping and grinding. Some trade were there lurking in the dark trying to catch some of the queens' eye. Downstairs was full. By the third beat I was on the floor doing it up. After showing the girls what I got I made my way to the bar to get a sex on the beach and who was there, that same fat muthafucka from downstairs. This time I got my fucking drink I wanted and sashayed away.
This is the kicker though. Some beat came on and this old queen about 50 to 60 years old with gray hair came out of nowhere and vogued her ass off. That brought all the queens out to battle for blood. The room quickly filled up. But no one could out do this old queen. She twirled for life. She vogued, diped, even droped it a couple of times. I am not really big on voguing but I had to throw it down a bit too. These queens don't know. YESSSSSS!
I truly enjoyed myself.The night ended with a Kevin Aviance beat. I live for that bitch. DC nightlife is nothing like it was when I first moved here but its getting better. I felt so good that I called my drug dealer trade whose been blowing up my phone, IM'ing me, texting and all that shit for like 3 or 4 days. But guess what the kicker is about him.
He's a bottom.
I got a speeding ticket in Virgina while coming from this trade's house. 90 in a 55mph zone. The cunt cop didn't even give me a price for the fucking ticket. Just told me to bring my black ass to court, lol. Said he had clocked me in a different county and had to drive well over 100 to catch me. BASTARD!!!
My last problem of the moment is that some fuck stole my radio out of my car for the umpteenth time. If I ever catch someone going in my shit I'm beating some ass that night goddamnit.
So to get my mind off things I decided to go out. Decided to go out to the Eye Bar knowing that it is free on Sundays. Gotta save that money wherever I can, lol. I tried to call my best friend to go with me but that bitch cell phone was once again off. Thats some shit I can never understand. It seems like her phone is off every month. I have had my phone for 9 years now. Out of all that time its only been off once. How hard is it to budget money with a full time job? I could see if she was doing temp work or only worked part time. And the kicker is that she works all the time. She usually calls me from work but didn't. Did I do something?? So just like the only child that I am I went alone.
I was so cute. Had on my American Eagle jeans that accent my ass to perfection. Due to my waist size I can only find jeans at American Eagle or Abercrombie and Fitch to fit perfectly. I hate when bitches buy oversize jeans, get a belt and tighten it so much until the jeans fold up on itself. Or buying jeans too big and fucking holding them up with your hand or continuously pulling them up. That shit looks nasty as fuck. Ugggggh!! I had on a matching blue and white polo and a cute jacket.
I stepped into the club and immediately all eyes were on me. Now, I am not a real big fan of the Eye Bar due to so many youngins that are usually there. This time I was pleasantly surprised. Trade was there in droves, butch queens like myself, fem queens, lesbians sprinkled here and there, curious white people who didn't know it was gay night, lol, and a nice mix of all were in attendance. I had eyes on me so much that I had to give runway while walking to the bar. I ordered a hennesy and coke but some fat fuck made me change my mind to a tequilla sunrise which was ok. I took in the scene a bit. Saw two guys I let get it, gave them my fake greeting. One actually looked happy to see me but I was giving shade to both of them. The other is a med student at Howard. His sex was cute. So, I checked out the downstairs area for all of 10 minutes and went upstairs to the whole reason I came out.
Don't get me wrong I like rap and hip-hop music. I can party with the best of them. The thing is I hear that shit on the radio on a daily basis. I hear and see that same shit on the tv. And when Three Six Mafia can win an oscar for best original song, I am so over it. I am absolutely in love with House music!!! The beats completely take me to another world. I can tell that in another life I was some kind of top African Dancer or some shit. Lets say that I don't really wanna dance, I just wanna chill and watch. Let some house music come on, its something I can't hold back. I will be on the floor with the quickness. When I got there the room was sort of empty. This butch lesbian was there dancing a bit and two other lesbians were on the floor bumping and grinding. Some trade were there lurking in the dark trying to catch some of the queens' eye. Downstairs was full. By the third beat I was on the floor doing it up. After showing the girls what I got I made my way to the bar to get a sex on the beach and who was there, that same fat muthafucka from downstairs. This time I got my fucking drink I wanted and sashayed away.
This is the kicker though. Some beat came on and this old queen about 50 to 60 years old with gray hair came out of nowhere and vogued her ass off. That brought all the queens out to battle for blood. The room quickly filled up. But no one could out do this old queen. She twirled for life. She vogued, diped, even droped it a couple of times. I am not really big on voguing but I had to throw it down a bit too. These queens don't know. YESSSSSS!
I truly enjoyed myself.The night ended with a Kevin Aviance beat. I live for that bitch. DC nightlife is nothing like it was when I first moved here but its getting better. I felt so good that I called my drug dealer trade whose been blowing up my phone, IM'ing me, texting and all that shit for like 3 or 4 days. But guess what the kicker is about him.
He's a bottom.
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