May 8, 2008

What The Friday: Saving Lives

Hello, chirren! I won't be long today, as I have soon to strike a pose today. (Folks is playing with my money...and it ain't funny.) However, a dear friend of mine left me with some words of purpose and change that I would like to share with you.

Oftentimes, life gives us lemons and some of us (at least I do) make damn good lemonade. Actually I prefer to make lemon tarts with powdered sugar on top. But that's just me. And although we all feel the pain of rising gas prices and the war on terrorism and the war on blackness and the war on traditional family values and equal rights, and most importantly...the war between Remy Ma's bangs and the rest of her hair, it is still important to do our part to as Mahatma Ghandi says "be the change we wish to see in the world."

Well, my friend was telling me about how she helps the men in her community "find strength to own themselves and be centered." Profound as it may be, she told me that her aiding in the community helps her express and fulfill her womanity and it also empowers her. She has even been known to give out her cell phone number so that she can make urgent domestic visits in order to relieve these men of the mental anguish & fear that they face as black men in America. Once more, my friend adds to the bittersweet image of the nurturing black woman. She is selflessly giving to her black brothers.

So, during our soul-stirring conversation, my sistafriend left me with a new call to action:


"SUCK A DICK, SAVE A LIFE!"


That's right, booshkabibbles, my gurl is helping black men in her community release some tension.

By servicing her fellow man, she is helping the various wars we see occurring right before our very eyes.

She is aiding in the fight against terrorism because she has "saved" the life of many a soldier. She has aided in the fight for equal rights because she has yielded her services to Latinos, Caribbeannes, and even an Asian (Sega!). She does not discriminate. She has worked to end black-on-black crime by "saving" a great range of black men from professionals to thugs to professional thugs & Akon. She lays hands on many a tortured soul. My gurl is a saint if there ever was one.

In ending our conversation, she asked me to think about what I have done to help my community. I vote. I try to support black owned businesses when possible. I date white girls & I bought the latest Madonna album. But am I really effecting change as greatly as my friend?

Unfortunately, I am not.

So, lovehers and lovehims, I plead with you today to hold yourself accountable & think about how you are helping our community.

Whose life will you save today?

the envy of the world


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May 2, 2008

What The Friday: Getting more than my hair did

I am sitting here at the barbershop that I keep on deck to help me maintain my sexy. However, I am not here to talk about how fine & fabo I am...ALWAYS plug ALL KUTZ but ALL KUTZ gives you great service & style all for the low low price of...J/k! The prices are mad cheap, but I really want to discuss the nature of the shop. As I have mentioned on occasion, I live in The Land Of No Black Folks. Hispanics & the people of no color frolic throughout this land, often mistaking me for Hispanic or worse: STRAIGHT!
[Insert gasp, awe, & a bitch slap because ENVY is crazy!] But, in a world where BET the media paints black men as absent fathers, pimps, athletes, pimps, pushers, killers, theives, ho-ish theives, ho-ish pimps, pimps that pimp hoes, hoes that act like pimps, lazy pimps, ho-ish hoes, & Souljah Boy...it's a profound moment when I enter the barbershop & see that there are black men of all shades & backgrounds & status. However, we are all here for the same thing: peace, brotherhood, and a haircut. It is comforting to see fathers with their sons sharing the same space and experience in a place that is so sacred to black men, as if a haircut is a rites of passage. It's comfprting to see big brothers & little brothers sizing up each others fade, recognizing that they both look so fresh & so clean, and giving props where it's due.

I'm listening to the various rhythms of conversations that vibrate within the walls of the small rented space. Politics, sports, sex, women, parties, fraternities & sororities, kids, babymamas, music--no page is left unturned. I hear one of the barbers tell his customer that he'd better make sure his grades are good this semester or else he's gonna put a gash in the high-schooler's well-kept waves. Another customer is holding his two sons who have fallen asleep from boredom, or afternoon exhaustion, or (as I like to think because I'm such a softee) because the spirit of the shop is so nurturing that they feel safe enough to fall asleep on there father's lap or shoulder. For many of these young boys, this is the only day of the week they see their father.
A thirty-ish woman dropped her two boys off for haircuts, and before she could give them instructions on how to NOT to act, the lead barber told her that we were all men here and that her boys new how to act in his shop.

I have often wondered about how far the band of brotherhood stretched, and if it would include my same-sex attraction. Today, I found out. At least, for this shop's clientele, gay, straight, or other affiliations take a backseat to brotherhood. Plus, Tre (my barber) said that they knew when I started using their services that I was gay. "How?" I asked. Because I tipped him! WTF! So, now the gays are stereotypically good tippers? I told him that I appreciated their inclusiveness & he told me that no one really cares because the area of the hood urban neighborhood where the shop is located is too focused on maintaining their own hustle to care who people make their lives with. As long as you aren't a threat to their pockets or livelihood or family, you are welcome.

SIDENOTE: If America decides to read my blog today...please take heed to this hood and their code of ethics. Mr. Bush, are you listening? Testing, testing. 1...2...3?

Well, let me go. Tre's motioning for me to get my hair did. P.S. I kinda like dude. However, he suffers from Penisphilaphobia: He is scared of the penis or what some would call straight. That's okay. His clipper action keeps me America's Next Top Model ready at all times.

Till next time, booshkabibbles...

the envy of the world

P.S. I'm not tipping this time. I don't like to be the stereotype. I will not be oppressed by society's narrow-mindedness. Plus, I have to make the cover charge for the party tonight! Priorities, chirren! Priorities! Lol!

See u next week...maybe sooner;)


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