On the Verge of Dating White Girls

What kind of Freak are you?....

More DeePizM for the Masses

It's been my long time theory that we are all "freaks" who extremely enjoy sex...
Meaning: We ALL have a side of us that enjoys and embellishes in sexual pleasures.
The only lines of separation are the ones that we draw to as how we express that "freaky" side of ourselves...

I'm sure that by now B. Smith is reading and thinking, "DPM, what are you saying?...."

Well B., what I'm saying is that we ALL are freaks.  And it's okay! Feel me (pun intended). We're all just different kind of freaks. That's all.

For instance some of us may be...

Suppressed Freaks: A person who is an ultra sex freak, but has been unable to enjoy their freaky side because they ain't matched up with the right freaky person. Sometimes this stems from a stifled childhood.

Closet Freaks: This is a broad category because it umbrellas all the freaky personalities that contain the type of freaks that appear to be unassuming "freaks."  That is, these freaks are the ones you'd least expect.  They look, act and come off as "innocent" but they're just undercover professional freaks.  This list can include the following subgroups of freaks:

1. Librarian Freaks
2. Closet Freaks
3. Church Freaks
4. Freshman Freaks
5. Shy Freaks

This list goes on...

Then you got Inhibited Freaks: Those who feel the vibe to be freaky but just cain't let loose for some reason.  Often times alcohol or such can assist these freaks to let go.  But for the most part, they are exploding inside trying to tap into their comfort zone.  I feel sorry for these folks.  If you are one these, I suggest you examine yourself closely. Watch a movie Limewire has plenty.

CraigList Freaks: If you ain't knowing, you'd be surprised.  I know a dude who damn near every time we kick it, he has to duck and dive like, "Awe shit. I hooked up with her on CraigsList's Casual Encounters..." But what kills me about him is they all the women be TOE UP.  I think he said he meet a notch on there once and he tried to keep it going but she never returned his call after their initial "casual encounter."  What killed me about him was that he was perplexed at why she didn't holla back.  I was like, "Dude, she meet you on casual encounters... Get a clue!..."

Ask DPM and ye shall receive...

...an answer: DPizM at your service!
Yes, this is your chance to ask DPM about his universal DPizM.  In other words, What do you want to know?  I'm choosing to be available because I'm not too personal and some of my readers have asked me questions that I've just ignored in the past (don't take it personal).  So while I'm still alive, dying slowly, and up to it, I'm open.  Holla and I will gladly holla back. Feel free to comment or email:
dpm@onthevergeofdatingwhitegirls.com. 

May the Verge be with Ya'll.

Black Women Weaves & Perms...

I use to quickly hate on Black women who didn't wear their hair naturally, but the more honest I was with myself, I realized that I liked Black women in all creative styles, dreadlocks, bald heads, perms or whatever. 

I then adopted the belief that Perms, colored braids, fake hair,  etc. were just African in essence. I'm saying, Black people are creative and the use of abstract colors or synthetic compliments is something--I'm convinced--we just do. 

So while there are some who hate, ridicule and point out weaves and what not, I just want my beautiful Black women to know that DPM loves the creative display of Black women and their hair. 

All I'm saying, is wear it well.  If it looks good.  It looks good.  but if it looks bad...  Yes, it looks bad.

Bitch... Bag my groceries!!!

I normally don't call women bitches in public.  Sometimes I'm tempted.  So I like to think "Bitch" really hard and make them feel it raher than hear it. It even feels better this way sometimes...

I just happen to live near the most hectic third-world-like chaos of a grocery store where navigating the aisles can feel like fender-to-fender bicycle ridding in China on a Mary Poppins cruiser...

Needless to say, it gets hectic. People cut you in mid stride or walk really slow in the only crack of traffic available.  And if you are in the store 15 min before it closes, the produce dudes begin to pull up rugs and put away produce right in front of you with a bunch of, "Excuse me Sir"s... 

But I ain't detoured.  In fact I'll bump the shit out your little ass just to let you know that I am The Blackest Black Man Ever and I'mma get my Zucchini.  Plus I see what you're doing: You're trying to punk the customers to get the fuck out.  "Pathigga please... I got 15 minutes."...

On the Verge with the "Juice Truck"

DPM's White Ford Bronco

Yeah, I got a White Bronco.  A 1990 to be exact.  I don't think it's the exact year of the one OJ was smashing in 1994, but it's close enuff...

When I first got it, I was just thinking of using it for my DeePiuM errands, but I found that the White Bronco was more fitting than my BMW.  I cain't really explain.  It is what it is. I swear I get a lot of tickets...

On the flip side, I get a lot of head nods from other brothas and every now and then people ask me if I got OJ hiding in the back or do I have any blood on my interior. 

I call her the "Juice Truck" after OJ Simpson's nick name, "The Juice" and his 1974 movie, "The Juice is Loose."  My son even calls it the "Juice Truck."  I gotta feeling that one day it'll hit him in math class and he'll be like, "Oh...  I get it.  The JUICE TRUCK!" and he tell stories abt how his father named his Truck after OJ Simpson blah, blah, blah...

Overall, it feels Very DeePiuMish to roll my V8,manual 5 speed (yes it is a stick), Juice Truck.  It just does.  Like I said, I cain't' explain it.

May "The Verge" be with you...

Profound Dr. DPizM Analysis: Relationships are "Complex"

...So take this pill...

...and may the "Verge" be with you.

The Scent of a Woman

(Aromatic Rules According to the DPMystic)

Man, I'm the type of dude that will follow a scent of a passing woman just to taste her essence and imagine the aroma of her niceness.  Basically, I love the way women smell.

Now, as humans we ALL have our own particular scent.  Sometimes I think that we need to be a little forgiving with others...  But what I'm getting at is that there are some whiffs that I just can't do.  You know "whiffs" as in "Did I just smell that?" IE egg or a hint of funk.

I rant becuz pre-Aprilish I've had to absolutely cut one of my DPizMystic options.  Basically, I couldn't get with her whiffs.  No she ain't dirty.  She mad cute.  Intelligent. Big booty, no sour cream etc...  But every now and then I'd catch a whiff. 

Granted it may be my own mind fucking with me, but it's real in my head and it always fucks me up when I catch a whiff or even think that I might catch one. I'm not gonna go into great details about describing these "whiffs"  and I can't say that I catch them often at all.  It's just when I do, it fucks me up.  That's all and it repels me like sour cream and head wraps. 

So in conclusion, I gotta say I simply like my women to smell like:

1. flowers
   
2. light oils (if you must)
   
3. natural soap
   
4. some aphrodisiac perfume (Nothing too heavy and nothing too synthetic. I'm kinda allergic to all that commercial stuff, so I like to keep it natural--please ladies).

Outside of my mysterious list of repulsive whiffs, I gotta add I hate the smell of patchouli.  It reminds me of P-funk concerts filled with barefooted Hippies burning incense in the middle of the dance floor.

I gotta go throw up...

May the Verge be with you   

The White Girl Free Fund

A Black Man is a Terrible Thing to Waste!
Ya know,  I've noticed that there continues to be a large population of folk who are bothered by the Black male and White female interracial coupling--especially with us Afrocentric Men--so I wish to do my part to resist the above image... 

As The Blackest Black Man Ever my aim is to please the masses with the assurance that:

                            I will remain...

                WHITE GIRL FREE! 

Additionally, OTV has created the:

(click here)WHITE GIRL FREE FUND(click here)

The WGFF exist to finance my Black-on-Black Love stance. As long as it is active I will remain accountable to my supporters and to the goal of White Girl Free. Basically, as long as the WGFF has a pulse, I promise to never forever ever let you down: I will be "White Girl Free."

All proceeds obtained through the WGFF will go toward building Black-on-Black loving, functional and healthy relationships and ultimately satisfying one lucky beautiful Black woman so as to live out in a world of Blackness happily ever after (at least, that's my goal).

On the Verge Of BIG PIMPING

(First things first: Special shout out to my girl for getting me my own Pimp cup-goblett.  I really like the way carrot juice taste when I drink out of it.  Thanks BabyGurl.)

DpimPizM ain't easy: It's a must!
(special guest comentary at the end provided by Allen Iverson)

True Story:
One day (several months ago), one of my fellow readers that was feeling me on "The Verge" sent me a document called "Pimposophy."  No shit.  He was moved to send me this information after reading an episode from the CBBW archive and his words were, "Read this if you want to seriously change your life--for the better!" So I read Pimposophy and 47 pages later, I had a new vision of self and it was all rooted in BIG PIMPING!

Additionally, my life has been prosperous ever since.  I even met a cool one.  She's so cool, she even calls me "Pimp Daddy."  Yes she does--and she ain't no hoe, nor do I take her money.  In fact, she's fly by many standards.  She feels the "Pimp" in me...

Head Wraps On The Verge

Simply put: I Hate HEAD Wraps like I do Sour Cream. Actually I think the only thing worse would be a Sista in a head wrap eating a sour cream sandwich. YUK!!
I cain't stand to see them coming... At times I question damn near every sista that wears one.

Yeah, there was a time when a Sista in a head wrap would mesmerize me.  The head wrap alone would having me thinking that such a royal Queen that could wear that creative display of Black woman/African style had to be a creation of closest connected being to the Earth from which she was spawned from in a beautiful breeze of oxygen, thought and Blackness.

Needless to say Erykah Badu had me sprung with the impact of her head wrapped image in the mid 90's... And all I wanted was a sista that could wear a nice head wrap (I've seen some sloppy bobby pinned make-shifts).   
*Head wrap wearers, Please Practice Your Wrap!

But don't get me wrong.  I was feeling all the crowned-head-wrapped women all through the mid 90's and beyond!  If anything, I knew somwhere out there was my ...beautiful, spiritual, hips-riding-with-the-rotation-of-Earth...
Head Wrapped Woman!"...