NO PENIS LEFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ME: Are you gay?

7 Foot Nigga Driving a Caprice: Yes

ME: Are you sure?

7 Foot Nigga Driving A Caprice: Yes

ME: All the time?

7 Foot Nigga Driving A Caprice: Yes

UNBELIEVABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, I just left this gay club in Houston, Texas. Umm.............gay black men everywhere. I mean I support the cause, the movement, the decision, but damn, you start looking and realize none of these men are for me....these hundreds of men.....gorgeous men......sexy men.....tall men......men of all different skin tones....niggas with jobs......niggas with money

Then I come back to Ms. Runway Diva's and Mr. Hornyball of the Century's hotel room. I mean they are horny as hell and violating me. I am being violated as I type. OMG!! These men are playing with my emotions. I mean after they violate me, they are still gay, still happy, and I am horny and depressed. Tear my life. Mr. Hornyball of the Century just bit my....titty.....and Ms. Runway Diva is coming at me from under the table. I am being violated. I am mad at my body for liking it.

Mr. Sexy Pout is sitting here next to me laughing. And tried to protect me from the wayward feelings of Ms. Runway Diva and Mr. Hornyball of the Century. I love him, he is my protector.

In conclusion, Mr. Sexy Pout understands as a black woman I look around and say.....damn! But then I am like......damn and tear my life.

The point of this blog was to vent. I love hanging out with my friends. They make me happy and give me the friendship that I lost in others. But hanging out with them makes me wonder are there even thousands of available straight all the time black men.

If you are offended or don't understand what I'm trying to say that's awesome. Leave a comment. But hell I have had a few drinks and don't understand my damn self

ok.....I wasn't drunk at all. Just drunk in music.