The Sex'd Generation. (Part 2)

There is nothing more empowering than having an elder person in your life to guide you, and show you what direction to take in life. Their wisdom is valuable becasue they have stood the test of time, and have experienced things that many of us young people have only imagined. That woman used to be my Grandmother.

"All right my little kiddy's gather around in a line so that me and Mr. George can take you outside."

Last year after my grandmother passed, I felt lost, not having that elder there who was able to show me their life and their experience really put a dent in my heart. I said a prayer to God asking him to send me someone to fill that void.. and that's when God sent me my Miss P.

"We're going to have a fun time outside today are'nt we my little dumplings?"

"Yes Miss P!"

Miss P, the oldest teacher we have at the school, at seventy years of age, is smart, quick witted and completely adorable. You would think that the children would walk all over this 5 foot 5 patiete innocent little lady.. but it's quite the opposite.. they are completely warm loving, and respectful to her, and defient, rude and hyperactive with me.

"Come on kiddy's lets walk in a single file line, hands behind our backs like little gentlemen and ladies of standard, class, elegance and poise."

When we approached the playground we cut them loose like wild horses, and we took our seats...
"Well you look nice today Miss P. I said admiring her cute little sundress, that she must have had for years but decided that today was the day to bring it back in style..

"Why thankyou Mr. George, I put it on thinking that you would like it"..she gave the cutest smile with her cute little bambi eyes.

I could'nt help but to smile back.

"Oh yes, an old lady has to catch up on my reading...this story is getting good" Miss P said puting on her glasses and digging in her bag for her book.

When I saw that the hardback book had no cover I became curious.."What you reading Miss P.. Don't tell "There Eyes were watching God" again?" I said with a smile.

"O no love you she laughed...I'm reading a book by a lovely young lady, The Zane sex Chronichles." She said with poise and elegance..

My mouth fell open, and I gave myself a moment of silence...
...

I did'nt know what to say, I could'nt beleive it...

"You're reading erotic stories Miss P?" I ask slightly hoping that she was going scenial..

"O yes George.. it's quite stimulating really.."

"You're not serious Miss P, you don't need to be reading that?"

"Well Im a woman of age, why can't I read it?"

My eyes widened, "Your seventy Miss P!!!" you can't..

- I can't what George, have sex? I have sex. I'll have you know that I know more about sex, than you ever will..."

I nearly fainted.

I had sex in the fifities baby... when men were coming home from the war, young restless, and flat out queer child"

"What!?"

"Yes, this is when "don't ask don't tell" really started, these men would go months without a wife, and would be so hot, they start looking at each other in all kinds of ways... then they come home wanting us to lick and suck, sticking bed knobs and broomsticks in in places other than our kitchens...Yall babies think yall are doing somthing..but we invented it..we are the first freaks...and my husband at 75 years old will make Brian Pumper, and Wesely Pipes..look like clergry... don't try it!"

It never dawned on me that the Grandparents were sexually active aswell. The mere thought of Miss P, kissing sucking moaning and groaning hurt my feelings in more ways than one.

"Miss P, I really had no idea," I said hands slightly covering my mouth.

"I know sweety pie, your just young.. you have alot to learn..now if you don't mind..I need to finish reading this, because this young lady is gifted.. reminds me of myself...to be honest."

I picked my face up off the ground.."Oh..ok. Im sorry Miss-"

"quite alright" she interupted and continued reading."

With that I got up and walked towards the playground..

The truth is...

"Mr George, Ashad pulled out his ding a ling!!!"

We all have a sexual side. from the babies, to the baby-boomers and beyond..sex is an experience that we all strive to acheive and master, it is the very essence of our being.

"Ashad come here!!!"

In life we will often run into those who are immature in their approach, thinking that they know it all, when really they're going about it all wrong.

"Ashad!!??"

"Yes Mr. George?"

Our Job as adults, is to make sure that we are teacing the correct idea of sex, so that the generation that is to come has an understanding that is better than the one that we have...and if for some reason, we feel like there maybe someone, that knows more about it than we do..pass the torch..

"I'm telling Miss P on you!"

To someone with valuable wisdom, and experience that has stood the test of time.

Because this Generation...

"Miss P!!!!"

"Nooo Mr. George!!!"

Must be saved.

In Between...

"Take a bite furious..."
"I don't wanna.."
"Come on dude..."
I smile and open my mouth and then close it... the pizza is caught in between my teeth...
I chew..
He continues my leftovers... the tv makes noise...
He watches the T.V.
i watch him...
"what u lookin at?"
For a second I began to ask myself the same question... Is this my lover or my friend?.. Its been about a month that this question mark has been over our friendship, and as easy as the answer could, should, or would be. It has not been answered.
"What you lookin at me like that for?"
I still did'nt say a thing.
He watches the T.V.
i watch him...
He looks at me...
"Come here" I say
and just like a friend he comes when i call...
what's up he says face to mines..
I lick his bottom lip.. and like lovers our lips meet.

Don't ask, Don't tell..

Don't ask...Don't tell.

" Renee?"
I asked... trying to fake a climactic voice. I had'nt seen her in forever... since i was...straight and she was narrow... nevertheless we crossed paths at my school library.
"Furious!!... How have you been?" she asked... "I'm awsome" i told her.
"How have you been"I asked... "I'm wonderful" she told me.
"I'm engaged she told me" "you're what" i asked.
"I'm enaged she told me again".. "really?" i asked
"Yes I am" she told me... "what's his name?" I asked.
She pulled out her phone and showed me a pic...
"Is'nt he sexy"... she asked.... "Yea he is" I told her..
she looked at his pic smiled and went on..."His name is Cl-"
"Clark" I told her..and then bit my lip in regret... the same way i bit my lip in high-school when Clark gave me head in the bathroom.
"O you know him she asked me?"... "yea i know him I told her..."
"Is it a small world aint it?" she asked me..."Yes it is" I told her...
I would have told her where I knew Clark from...
but since she did'nt ask...
"aight babe good luck with you and Clark...."
"ok Furious I'll tell him you said hi ok?"
"O..OK..."
I Did'nt tell..

Sckool Daize (Part 2)

Fall is coming. I can feel it as the wind blows. I'm on my way to school and i'm running late to class...

"Damn it" I say as I pull out my vintage green screen, and read the time.

Students are outside smoking ciggs... I walk up the steps... and almost make my way into the doors...

"Yo... what's up"

But... then my focused is lost...

As I'm walking in... the sckool boi was walking out...

His eyes blinked slow and flirtatiously...

"Oh... hey.. yea.. hey!"

"you on your way to class?".. he asked.

...

.....

....

Huh? I respond shaking myself from the daize.."

"Class... you on your way to class?"

"Oh.. class.. yea.. yea.. on my way... im actually running late..my words stuble and fall all over the place.."

"Alright... well ummm.. check it... I'm on my way out... but uhhh... I needed some help wit that History class..since im commin on late in the game and whatver...so uhhh... I mean can i get at you.. sometime after school.."

"YES!" I blurt... I mean... yea.. that;ll work.

I pull out my phone..

"Cute".. he says...he takes the phone from me and dials in his number...

As he walks away.. I ask him: "What's cute? My phone?"

Sckool Boi turns around, looks at me, smiles and says:

" hmmph... yea that too"

Skool Daize. (Part 1)

Another history lecture, and I have'nt learned a damn thing.... Moths flie in and out of the mouth of my Nutty Profesora, I am soooo over it.

I blow hot air balloons with my Bubble gum, and text message to make time go by.

"George" Screams the Nutty Professora..

I sneak my phone into my hand...

"Yes" Profressora, I reply.

Maybe you would like to share what your thoughts are on Christopher Colombus.

"Ummmmm...."

-"Noooooow please" she demands...

I roll my eyes and come up to the Front of the class...

"That's just what he get's say's" the one girl,

"I know, says the other....

I brush my shoulders off and continue to the front of the class..

I open my mouth and begin my first sentence when suddenly....

"Excuse me... I'm new to this class sorry i'm late...

"Damn...."

He was one of them Suburban boys.. you could tell by the demeaner it reaked picket fence and silver spoon...and eventhough he spoke well, he still had an urban accent...

But not hood... his sneakers were too white..... He had expression in his eyes... like he had somthing to say... and even tho he was shorter than I, he suddenly became such a big deal.

Light skin, dark hair, pinks lips, and fresh.

I exhaled as I watched him take a seat in slow motion.

"damn he's cute said the one girl, as she watched him attentively"

"He sure is" replied the other, as her eyes groped him up and down.

The Skcool boi's eyes lifted towards me.... I stared, daized..... ... ...butterflys began and then...

"GEORGE!!!, Christopher Columbous!!!!"

Shaken from my daize, i lick my lips and blow another bubble...blow it..blow it... stop it...pop it and slurp it slow, and flirtatiously...

The Nutty Professora rolled her eyes.....

The Two girls, sucked their teeth...

But the Sckool boi licked his lips.....

Twice.:)

The Greatest Common Factor.

I have never been good at math...

"So your single again Furious"

"Yes i am Lady, here again."

And for some reason I have never been good at love.

After another long equation of adding love... muliplying optimisim, dividing my schedule, canceling out jumpoffs, adding up my pennies, subtracting my pennies, graphing weekends, subtracting my attitude.. adding his attitiude, and square rooting the problems.... It has turned out to equal = ....me alone...again.

"So how many guys have you dated Furious...?"

As I roll through my mental Roladex of great lovers.. I realize that Jersey marks the sixth time in one year that I have attempted this equation...

Obviously, you + me...despite how simple it appears is much more difficult in practice... and I am the greatest common factor...The one thing that all of my love lost have in common. For so long I thought is was them, but I relalize that i have a role to play as well, and for me my role matters most.

"So what are you going to do now?... How do you feel about love?"

"Sleep" I said... "This was a hard pill to swallow and it's gonna take some time to go through my system"

Tommorow may take weeks to come... but I'll be ok.. and as far as love is concerned... I guess im gonna have to work on number one..before i add someone else.

Becasue at the end of loves long and complex equation...you+me really can equal = us.

I'm just gonna take better notes for the next time around.

The Price is Right.

"I'm tired of this shit"

After another argument. After another war I began to question if I could afford the love of Jersey.

It had been almost thirty days since we had seen one another, and from the look of my schedule my pockets and his attitude, I didn't know when I would be ready to see him again.

"Furious, I mean if you don't feel like talking to me... you can definitely go to sleep I mean it's not a big deal to me."

"..."

But it was a big deal to me. For days me and Jersey had been arguing and I just wanted it to stop. But I knew in my heart that it wouldn't... this is Jersey rough, sharp and expensive.

As I got off the phone with him I began to search my heart for change.. nothing... there was no change to be found.. this is how it was.. this is what it was going to be.

I thought about what it had cost me to be with him..The price of our love.. My thoughts turned to "The Taxi Driver", My time, and most importantly my heart. I had given my heart to Jersey, and now I realized that as lovely as he seemed, I could not afford him.

Our love may have been great... but it had become too expensive. Our longing had lasted a second too long, and turned our love into limbo.

"Whatever Jersey"....click!

I may not have realized it then, but that night when I hung up the phone....I threw in the towel as well. I had packed my baggage and was finally ready to leave.. my hope had gone bankrupt, and my heart was broke as hell.

We broke up 2 days later. Too far to give a kiss we sat silent on the phone...and even though "The Taxi Driver has moved on, and my time will never be replaced..

Jersey loved me enough to give me back my most expensive bid...my heart. When I walked away from him.. I felt hurt, and lonely...but i know in time I will heal.. I don't know when I will love again or who it will be for that matter.... but one thing is for sure... I will not place my heart into the trust another mans hands ...

until I know the price is right.