OTV the Handbook: The blog, the women, the violence, and of course: the sour cream.
Coming soon... to a bookstore near you!
While sorting through some of the posts and other writings of the most Admirable and Sincere Sir DPM, I've decided to compile a book/novel/handbook of the complete OTV journey of DPM.
Woven into this discourse will the the chronicled thoughts behind the blog. As well as the simultaneous events, and what I call "The Lost Scrolls of DPizM." Yes that's right! I'm not sure if DPM was holding back or what(?) But I found a gang of post that were never published including 3 more CBBW's, confessions of DPM's bout with Sour Cream, the traumatic manifestation of DPM aka the more noted, "Don't Push Me."
The Final Scrolls of DPizM: #5 (The Last Post)
*Excavated by the Admin of OTV. Originally by scribed by the most
admirable and sincere DPM around late July 20ish in Puerto Rico.
The simple sum of things is to say it was "fun." A pleasantly surprising adventure of Revelation and healing. I have to admit, I was prepared to be, "On the Verge of Dating White Girls (dot com)" forever even though I had no intention of ever dating a White girl--and I haven't.
However, "On the Verge of Dating White Girls" unexpectedly turned out to be the name of this place in my head. My world. I coined it. I gave it a label. Much like a useless, yet attractive pair of seventeen-inch-screen plasma screens mounted in the rear window of my pimped out rant mobile.
I can't say that I'm completely surprised. I mean, it's the web. Therefore these posts have an infinite possibility of reaching beyond my fingertips via the Internet. I'm not sure how far that was or wasn't but I can say that my journey has been just as long or even more moving.
It's a slippery description to express. An elusive image to dictate. A too blurry reality to believe... But it remains noteworthy that OTV has been an instrumental reinforcement of the belief that very word and true essence of the word "Love" is undermined, underestimated and underused within the everyday vocabulary of us. Begining with ourselves, we must use LOVE more.
Specifically, for the exclusive ignorant, shallow and unknowing audience, please know that in no way did I ever use this site to hate. My frustrations may appeared to be "not so loving" at times. But it was just that, "FRUSTRATION." Nonetheless, I aired it out with the help of comments, conversation and email. For that I thank you.
And even though much of the healing energy came as a humanitarian donation of curiosity, empathy, laughter, anger, etc.... I feel in debted to those who cared enough to read, comment and lurk. Therefore I must tell you that your boy, the DPMystic has reached a crossroad. No longer can I post as DPM. I can't even return home as Deepium. Instead, I must die. I gotta kill DPM. Let him move on whatever...
It's part "SUICIDE" because I have to knowingly kill a side of myself. Then again it's my "SACRIFICE" if I consider it an offering to the God of my power of manifestation and a cyber reference for anybody feeling me or the confines of OTV.
In all, what can I say? There's is something strangely beautiful about death and that untimely time is now. And I'm going to do so with a beautiful Black woman and my Blackest Black self because I deserve so and I'm pimpy. And who knows? Perhaps we can because she is Supa and I am The Blackest Black Man Ever. Sounds good to me--plus she hates sour cream.
But for those who didn't get it, for those who were offended by the title, my blog, "Pimp Game,"Sour Cream, my collection of nipple pics, there's only one explanation (Hopefully you'll get it):
(Actually, this post bothers me... Next life time y'all. I'm 5000).
I find it interesting that Sister2Sister was
quick to bash OTV while WhiteWomenBlackMen.com was quick to read what
it was about and respectfully left it out of their cypher.
In sum, Sister2Sister is just the type of thing that brings OTV to fruition. Thanks. Sistas!
It was brought to the attention of "The Verge" that there is a group of Black Women (Sister2Sister) who are senselessly hating of the life and times of the most admirable DPM and his journey "On the Verge..." Perhaps they aren't courageous enuff to get by their own issues of Black men, but to interpret the satire, opinions, and commentary of DPM as "dedicating a site to why sista's ain't good enough?" And then to go on to say that, "This is why we will
never be respected by other races, we don't even like or respect
ourselves."...is rethikulous!
These and other words of theirs are far from the truth, mission, healing and experience of OTV. I can also add that during the life and walk of Deepium on OTV he was fortunate enough to encounter a variety of Beautiful Black Women who respected his stance, expression and honesty.
To say that OTV is a site that:
"is about a bunch of
angry black men hating on angry black women. its a vicious cycle rooted
in mistrust and societal pressures on our race. its really sad...why
cant there be a sight for bm and bw to express their feelings instead
of saying they are "on the verge". that shows a lot of immaturity imo.
im just saying, if a black man isn't strong enough to hold his black "sista"
down, then we don't need him..."(dahh..)
Yeah, I thought about it. And when I didn't think about it, the people around me had no problems reminding me that I was going to a Caribbean Island AND I was bringing non-Caribbean company AND I was going to a wedding (you fill in the blanks).
But my DPwisdoM runs deep: In the past, I've crossed both hemispheres to chill in the midst of major ass that spoke in foreign tongues and dammit, and at the end of the day, I just wanted to sit back, watch the sunset with an English speaking sista that I knew. You know, share a moment with a friend.
In the past, I've always imagined myself as a different person when I travel. Yet, every time I arrived at the destination of my travels, I slowly realized that I was/am the same person in Brazil, Mexico, New York, Hawaii (to name a few) that I am in my own exotic land of Oaks.
So I brought some sand. And why not? I'm on the Verge and I need to use my WGFF on a fly sista anywayz. Plus, it's what I wanted to do and "The Verge" is my world--it's written in the clouds. I made the right decision. Holla.
(Disclaimer: Puerto Rico isn't exactly a "foreign country" but it qualifies and it sounds better that way in the title)
Never mind I had been drinking Drizzles all night and I was on ZERO hours sleep as in Nathan. Nuña. Nada. In other words. I was awake for the last 30 something hours partying to Reggaetone and my 9am mission was to pick HER up at the airport. That is to travel from Humacao to San Juan and back.
Man, I cain't believe that it took me a damn trip to Puerto Rico to accidentally stumble across the ultimate drizzle remix (I have my bad Spanish and gay waiter to thank as well). But yes yes y'all. This is it:
Coconut Rum AND Pineapple Rum and a Splash of Coke!
"...Shaken--not stirred-- with crushed ice please." "Sounds yummy," replied my gay waiter.
Minutes later my gay waiter returned after he apparently followed my directions to a tee. "So is this a Snoop Doggy Dogg drink?" asked my gay waiter. "No. This is a Deepium exclusive," I told him. "You've just been DRIZZLED!" "You know around the corner is where the claim they made up the Piña Colada," my gay waiter told me. "It figures," I told him. "The Drizzle and Piña Colada are cousins. One speaks Spanish and the other Ebonics." "Oh.. I see"my gay waiter said in a gay voice and gay Puerto Rican accent.
As a close friend to DPM I am bestowed with the responsibility to
inform the present 400-500 ever so loyal daily readers and lurkers of
OTV that the most admirable and sincere Don't Push Me aka "The Blackest Black Man Ever" aka "dpm" aka "Deepium" aka "The DPMystic," is dead. The demise of DPM is the result of his own personal inner discovery of self. And as he would see it: NEW LIFE.
At this moment I'm torn with emotions of happiness and sadness due
to my personal acquaintance with Deepium. I loved him like a brother.
Despite his foibles, he was a great couragoeus person focused on the
topic of Black Love. I know he sees his death as a triumphant one and
he wants you to see it that way as well. Furthermore, DPM had alluded
to his death to me before. He called it an epiphenomenality.
Deepium eventually came to this realization that OTV was more than a
blog. It was an unexpected journey. A cathartic process to peel away
at the layers of pain, insensitivity, numbness, frustration and
questions regarding the intimate relations of Black people and himself.
Unbeknownst to Deepium himself, he embarked on the journey of OTV which consequently and painfully shed some of his bestfriends.
However he would encounter new friends that would redifine "friendship"
in such a way that his exploration of self became a life changing
experience...
Lastly, Deepiums trip to Puerto Rico
was the last known place of his steps and breaths of DPizM. Before
DEEPIUM left, he told me, he wasn't, "...on the verge anymore." And as
I sift through dpm's belongings, I've found DPM's last posts:
The Verge is an interesting place where you can slip and fall at any time... Basically, grip, stability and style are essential. These are my suggestions...
Supa) and "Chocolate" (See image below).
