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It was 12:30 am, and I was sitting in a well decorated apartment watching VH1 Soul music videos. Preceeding this was the thirty minute ending of the Morgan Freeman, Along Came A Spider. I was sitting in a stranger's apartment. A small framed chocolate brother who had invited me over his place for a late night freak session.
The only problem was...there was no freaking.
One of my favorite cities--London
Life is getting better with every moment that we are blessed to live. A lot of this has to do with advances in technology. Ten years ago, most people didn't use e-mail. Now, most people don't send letters via US Mail. I am happy because my telephone company, which uses VOIP technology (that's Voice Over IP), which means I need a high speed Internet connection in order to make a phone call.
What's so great about my phone company is that I get to call anyone, anytime, unlimited for 25 bucks a month. I just learned to my surprise, that included in my unlimited calling are international calls to the United Kingdom, France, Ireland, and Spain. This is wonderful because a reader of this blog, DYLAN, lives in London and I get to call and listen to his sexy voice whenever I fancy (his British sensibilities are already wearing off on me).
This week's sex tip will likely piss a few people off. But I guarantee that it will make more people, than not, happy.
This has been a long time in the making. I cannot keep doing this. I am fed up with having sex with strangers.
Fed up.
The cast of the television comedy series, Amen.
I'm not Christian. But I have a certain affinity for some liturgical music. Gregorian chants, arias, and even some Jewish klezmer music can speak to the soul of Bernard Bradshaw (yes, I do have one...I think). Of course, growing up black, I have been exposed to a fair amount of gospel music. My favorite gospel song of all time is, Oh Happy Day.
I'm not all about songs that say Jesus, Jesus, Jesus--but that song holds so many great memories of me growing up with Mother (and the Brothers) Bradshaw. I feel kind of nice and safe and warm on the inside when I hear it--even though I don't quite know what the message of the song is for me.
But despite the fact that I love the song so much, upon review of the lyrics--I kinda feel cheated.
This week's Thursday sex tip is all about how to make tossing salad more palatable.
I have been blessed with a great memory. And it just so happens that some of my fondest memories are of the Olympic Games. I began my trip down Olmypic memory lane this morning while listening to the news. Today the US Olympic Committee is visiting Chicago in order to evaluate its bid to be the American candidate host city for the 2016 Summer Games. Earlier this week they visited Philadelphia. Last year, New York City made the short list of five cities before London beat out Paris for 2012 games.
People are thinking that the NYC won't even be chosen as the American city this second time. And Chicago is leading an all out campaign. And there are a few people who think that Chicago will make the backdrop for some great Olympic memories.
