On the Verge of Dating White Girls

Sister2Sister: Haters of OTV

They Be Hating...

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..)

is purely Pathiggalous  and far from the truth. 

As the Admin of OTV, I'm almost positive that they were not literate enuff to read the site and comprehend it's mssion of Self & Black Love.

In other light, it's rather sad to see a group of Black women dedicating their time to bashing Brothas from whatever angle they can. 

Black women who REFUSE to be on time (re-viz-nih-ted)

Original post 11-17-2005

I mean, do I have to say anything else?  No, but I do.  The phenomenon of Black women not respecting time has perplexed me for years...

You named your kid ________?!?!

Names and Connotations

“This couldn’t be right,” I thought as I looked at the roll sheet.  This ain’t nobody’s real name.  Ah hell no, “Courvoisier?”

“Here,” he said. 

I was stunned.  Somebody actually named him after a cognac.  Yeah, Courvoisier was somebody’s name way before it became a cognac and I’m sure that somewhere in France there is a Courvoisier kickin’ it somewhere… But not in Jr High in Richmond, CA.  Say it ain’t so. 

I mean, that’s like naming your kid “Jesus.” Black people don’t do that. Courvoisier?  C’mon.

2 weeks later I got a new student on my roll sheet “No,” I thought.  “Hell to the nah.”  What is going on?

“Lukeemiah,” I called...

Grown Ass Black Woman…Sucking Her Thumb

True Story: So I’m driving ever so slowly in the thick of morning traffic and I look over to my right and I see this grown ass Sista’ sitting behind the wheel with this frozen dumb stare, with her tongue half-way spilling out her mouth and sucking on her thumb.

It looked so bad all I could do is shake my head in pity…And you know how you can feel somebody looking at you? Well, I looked and shook my head enough for her to turn and see my disapproval.  And when she saw me shaking my head with a sneer on my face,she exploded!  I mean, she was jumping up and down and aggressively yelling at me...

Black women who REFUSE to be on time

I mean, do I have to say anything else?  No, but I do.  The phenomenon of Black women not respecting time has perplexed me for years...

 

 

 

Black Women Who Only Date White Men

I can appreciate the fact that people date who they like, but what I find annoying and shallow is a person who prefers to date another race other than the one they belong to.

Although I’m not an expert, pre-supposed dating outside one’s race sends a self-hate image that I find hard to tolerate. More specifically, it really stands out to me when I see Black women date White dude after White dude in the midst of a sea of Black men.

I’m all for anyone finding happiness, but what I question is the ability to love if you can’t find it in yourself first.

Black Women and Dairy Products

Ah'ight this might be random--or just personal.  But I hate creamy dairy products like sour cream, cream cheese, or anything close to those colors and consistencies. 

It all started in the early 90's when I tried sour cream for the first time.  To say the least, I found it disgusting.  Interestingly enough, soon after that,  I went on the whole vegan kick for a few years and it seemed to enhance my disgust for dairy products overall--cheese included. 

And now--to this moment--it's nothing more disgusting than a Black woman smackin' on some cream cheese.  It's just nasty.  It doesn't look nice.  It unhealthy--YUK!

Trust me, you are better off without it.

Black women (& men) and Mentholated Cigarettes

There are very thin lines between the areas of acceptable, judgemendtal, and out right disgusting.  Basically, we all know the dangers of smoking, and it’s your business if you choose to do so.

Some people tolorate it amoungst their the mates while others don’t.  But when it comes to menthol cigarettes, I personally got to draw the line.

The way I see it, menthol cigarettes are a step over and beyond mere cigarette smoking.  Not only are they a stretch of taste from your average tobacco cigarette, they are considerably more dangerous than your average Camel or Marlboro etc. Lastly, they are directly and effectively marketed to the overall Black community—Women, Men and children.

Did you know that cigarette advertising has been banned from television since 1971?  But if you open up Essence, don’t be surprised if you find an advertisement of a Black couple blissfully walking through the park smoking a Newport or Kool cigarette.

If anything, this blog is a plea to inform our community of the blatant poison that the menthol cigarette industry has targeted us with. In “Essence,” cigarette smoking is not “Kool” for any of us, especially when I see a beautiful sister puffing on one (puns intended).

Black Man-Black Woman: The slippery truth between us

Personally, I’ve adopted and learned through life’s experiences that God is the “Truth” and the “Truth” therefore Godly.  Generally speaking, I find that the quality of “Truth” remains to be a missing ingredient in the relationship communication between Black men and women.  Presently—although I know it exist—I don’t see too may examples of Black Love spearheading the consciousness of my community or mainstream culture.

Consequently, lying, bending the truth, or deception on any level or degree have become a part of our interaction and I’d even go as far as to say that it’s become a part of our culture. 

As a result, the down low lifestyle has snowballed AIDS in our community, polygamy has been simply chalked up to “Let a playa’ play,” and we have given in to denying and hiding the “Truth” in order to seemingly protect ourselves and the people around us.

What troubles me is that the absence of “Truth” is doing damage on both gender ends of the Black Love interaction. While the “Truth” continues to elude the Black man and woman it slowly chips away our esteem and respect in general.

What I’ve found is that when I decide to exercise a lifestyle that is more “God like” and closer to the “Truth” as possible. The “Truth” becomes that much more easily to recognize making “Deception” stick out like a bad weave.
And even though the “Truth” might hurt at times, it –in the long run—is better for us. 
Although cliché, the "Truth" will set you free. 

And even though this blog might come off as comical at times, I assure you, it is dedicated and inspired by the “Truth” so that the folks interested in Black Love can be experience and witness it with satisfaction and confidence.

Overall, I encourage us all to live in the “Truth” and make it a required element of our lives. I definitely would like to see us maturely deal with the “Truth” as it comes and divinely touches our lives.

With these thoughts and beliefs in mind, I offer this blog as a platform for “Truth” to be communicated and dealt with out of respect for ourselves, each other and the world around us.  With that said, feel free to be truthful as you only know to be.

We all deserve  it's healing quality.

Sistas with "Restricted" telephone numbers

So I met this nice young beautiful sista about 2 years ago and she continues calls me every now and then from a restricted number.  Now when I say "every now and then," I mean she calls like no more than once a month--sometimes 4-6 months apart.
Because she has not offered me her number and her number always displays as "Restricted" on my cell phone, I don't  ask her for her number.  Basically, it seems rather obvious that she doesn't do that.
So when she calls we always have a pleasant and stimulating conversation.  We even talk about going out for some eat or drink too (right...)
I did bring the issue up to her that our "correspondence was very one sided."
She asked, "How is that?"
Then I simply asked her, "Why did you call me?"
And then she said, "Because I wanted to."
Then I replied, "That must be nice to be able to do."
She just laughed it off, but I failed to see the humor in it.  Now, for my study of Sistas with "Blocked" telephone numbers, I will keep my cell phone to my ear and record how many times she calls and when.  Perhaps this will reveal more insight to this phenomenonic pattern.

Today Thursday October 24th, she called and 3:30pm.  I didn't know who it was so I let it go to voice mail and she said she'd call again later....