In Memory…..Alzira

Her name was Alzira and she was my mother’s younger sister.  Today marks the 7th year anniversary of her death, her long fight with what started as breast cancer. I don’t know how I’m going to get through this post, seeing as I’m already crying.  Lord, guide me please. I was the first niece born … More In Memory…..Alzira

Smackdown.

I have no idea how this is going to begin and how it’s going to end, all I know is it’s going to be truthful and passionate (as is everything in my life) and I’m just talking about what I know. Smackdown. No. Not WWE Raw vs. Smackdown. Just smackdown. It’s my code word. Well … More Smackdown.

My Cuban Lover.

Because I’m a woman who strongly believes that “word is bond” and because I feel like shit and reminiscing about him will warm my heart, among other things Ima go ahead and blog about my Cuban Vacation Lover like I promised. So four whole days went by with no sign of Raul. I laid on … More My Cuban Lover.

Vacation Lovin’.

*Just in time for Spring/March break* Vacation. Just the mere mention of it brings warmth to your bones doesn’t it? How ’bout this…….. Ready? Sex. On. Vacation. That’s warmth in between your thighs right there ain’t it? I’m not talking no “Girls Gone Wild” ‘ish, even though I have not once had a man complain … More Vacation Lovin’.

Faker, Poser, Liar.

Fake.  – noun 1.  anything made to appear otherwise than it actually is; counterfeit: This diamond necklace is a fake. 2.  a person who fakes; faker: The doctor with the reputed cure for cancer proved to be a fake. Y’all know how much I despise miserable people.  You can read that post somewhere on this … More Faker, Poser, Liar.

Thoughts On Love….

I’m a big fan of Valentine’s Day. Huge. Blame my dear old man for that. He was bringing me the cheesiest, most atrocious, biggest Valentine’s chocolate hearts at 3 years old. The bigger and gaudier they were, the better. And I loved it all. Of course mom would get the biggest hearts of all and … More Thoughts On Love….

I’m Just Here.

I hate when people say, “I’m just here”.  Me?  I’m NEVER just here.  I don’t ever recall having a problem expressing myself.  Words tend to just flow freely from my mouth.  But with you?  I hesitate. See, even though I “claim” to be in control, I want a MAN.  A man who’ll grab me by the … More I’m Just Here.