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.

Cinderfella (Part 2)

As u know my birthday was a disaster...in an effort to put yesterday behind me..i put my cinderfella slippers for a second try...thus giving my birthday an extra day to kick in and make up for the mess that it made all over my fairytale.

" Hold up im almost ready"

" Hurry up furious!" Grace1 said with excitement.

Since my birthday was being recycled ...i decided to recycle my birthday out-fit aswell. my T-shirt with the sexy women holding a glass of her favorate drink still reminded me of myself.. and the jeans still fit me...almost..just like i wanted...but somthing was missing..i could'nt put my finger on it.

"What am i missing ?" i thought. .

Looking through my night bag i...i searched for whatever it was that did'nt make me feel the magic...somthing was off...

"Furious-George!..hurry up it's time to go we want to get seated without having to wait!"

Me, Grace1, and Britt...were on our way to the Blue Parrot a jazz lounge... that i loved 4 their hot food, hot servers , and most importantly the all powerful apple martinni.

Since i could'nt put my fingers on what was missing.. i decided to let it go.

I came out of Grace1's bedroom ready to go....

When Suddenly

"Happy B-day 2 u HAppY Happy B-DAY 2 u HaPPy B-dAy Dear Furious HAppYb-day 2 UUUUUUUUUUU!!!!"

As the candles that read 23 began to melt my heart began to melt aswell... I had a cake...I had candles...i had a card.. with smiles...

OMG!! my birthday! I got it back!

"Oh and here's ur crown!"

and with that Grace1 gave me what i was missing. and then some.

As i held on to my birthday balloons my crown, my Grace1 and my smile..I got in the car and made my way to my apple Martinni..

Everything was perfect after giving it a second try.. besides i'm 23..it's time to put away the fairytales of my childhood and grab on to somthing grown up..somthing real

my birthday was Happily ever after..by trial and error.

...The END.

Cinderfella (Part 1)

Cinderfella Part 1.

"So are you sure you don't wanna go anymore Furioius"

"Yea... just take me home."

As the clock struck midnight...we were still in DE and Cntry's new news of his license being left at home estimated our arrival to Philly within another whole hour.

That would only give us enough time to make it through the line... and then it would be time to go all the way back home again.

"Yea i'm sure... it's not worth it ..it's a waste of a drive.... just take me home."

"Alright I'm so sorry babe... i ruined your B-day i feel horrible..."

with a sigh of slight disapointment.....I said,"it's ok it's not your fault."

I was offically the man formally known as Cinderfella. My out fit... my alchohol... and all the hard work i completed... meant nothing at all...

everything changed from glitter to dust.... leaving me with nothing but a bottle a $7.00 Kings crown and the new tat that burned on the back of my neck...

My Birthday went from Hollywood...to pumpkins... in a matter of 15 minutes.

And since i turned 23.. i had to be a big boy about it.. and act like everything was ok.

"Have fun guys"

"What are you gonna do 4 the rest of the night furious?"

" I'll find somthing to do."

Even when it was'nt.

Jersey (Part 2)

Jersey Part 2.
Category: Romance and Relationships

The Reggae music began to fade so and so did my buzz...

Whiping the sweat from my browl, I began to migrate yet again. As i made my way the through crowds I noticed how everyone in Philadelphia was caught into the spell of the night, everywhere i looked everyone was dancing...

I contined to make my way through the hords of people... zone when suddenly..

...

"Damn!"....

From the very first time i saw him, I knew that i had to have him. There he was dressed in a polo shirt, jeans and a pear of cinamon tims... "damn".. i whispered who the hell is he?

This man stopped me from migrating and heald me hostage with his beauty...

He stood almost eye to eye with me... beautful light skin, thick build with the sexiest eyes I have ever seen... long look at me lashes, and deep brown pupils..

"damn!" It was clear that he was holding me hostage with his beauty...

and as he looked at me just as hard I could see that i had him under my arrest as well.

I slowly walk towards him and he towards me... and quite naturally we begin to dance..

Our bodies said everything that we could'nt, It felt like he had known my body it felt like he knew more than my rhythms. Forever went by in 5 miniutes As we winded and grinded in "Falsetto".

I broke our silence and whispered in his ear... "Yo you have the most beautiful eyes that i've ever seen."

He looked at me and smiled... and just like that the music faded and it was time to go...

"I guess it's over" he said to me ... and like every prince in every fairy tale the clock striked 1am... I did'nt want this night to end..He had become my Cinderfella.

As we slowly walked away..I clutch on to his hand.. "wait!.. i mean can i get you're number" i asked in anxious anticipation.

He smiled at me... and said.." yea"

I handed him my phone, and he typed his number in...

"call me sexy man" he said with i smile, and with that my ciderfella faded into the crowd..

I watched him walk away and began to feel butterflys...I knew from that moment that i wanted him in my life.

Later when I got into the car ...i pulled my phone from my pocket and looked at the number that he left for me to call...609..737 5239...

Thats when i felt my heart begining to migrate... not to Delaware, or to Philadephia... but with out strecthed wings my heart had followed the Butterflys and Migrated to "Jersey."

Jersey (Part 1)

I'm ready to go.."

In an effort to get away from the Taxi Driver and all those feelings that felt like home.. Me and Perfect 10 migrated to Philadelphia...

A wendesday night at Woody's is always invited as summer emerges from the cracks of springtime.

There I was, Furiously dressed in all black with a fitted cap and an attitude.

"This shit is over i'm ready to go!", I said as I glancing from wall to wall. The Dance floor bounced. For fourth time in one night Beyonce got me bodied, and was begining to get on my damn nerves.

But when the night life gave me lemons...

"Bartender"

The Bartender made me I Bacardi Limon.

" One more please!"

an hour went...

Now slightly buzzed; the dance floor became my sanctuary.

"Excuse me" Oooh I'm sorry, excuse me..."

People made room as I took my place in the heart of the dance floor. Reggae hummed through the speakers, and finally I had left Delware and my mind had migrated to the groove of Philadelphia....

Graydar.

"I've missed you" fell from my lips more fluently than it has in a long time.

" mmmm I missed you too. Furious." as his lips grabbed another kiss.

Here we are me and the "Taxi Driver" making music with our touch, when suddenly a siren goes off in my heart.

I beleive is was a feeling similar to the one Eve felt after she ate the forbidden fruit.

I pushed The Taxi driver from on top of me..in an effort to stop the sirens, and gather a moment of clarity.

"wait a minute" I said.

"What?" What's wrong, he uttered.

What are we doing Taxi driver? what is this? I feel like this means somthing more than just friends.

The Taxi Drivers brown eyes flickered at me like fire.

"I mean it is, what it is." He said nonchantly.

" what does that mean? I don't want it to be in a relatinship ."

Or did I? It was clear at that moment where the sirens had come from. Me and the driver had crossed the line of white, and are now treading in a gray area.

A place where kisses and hugs begin to matter and by accident you slip and fall in love.

"Listen" the driver said with pure sophistsicaton, and complete calmess.

Baby we're both old enough to know our limits, and trust me I see that things are changing too. But i have already made a decision to just keep it cool. I'm not tryna force you into anything, and I'm not tryna be with you. So..let's just enjoy this.

"Enjoy what? I asked defensively.

And with that The Taxi driver climbed on top of me, and gave me the Graytest kiss ever.. no strings attached.

At Your own risk.

The last man I loved was abandoned by my calls, my kisses, and my heart.

So lately i've been putting red tape all around my lovin'... making sure that every man that comes my way knows that they might fall in love... and I might leave them.

So that's what I tell him..The Taxi driver, over and over again.

"You know i'm dangerous right?"

"Yes i understand" he says as he reaches for my lips.

"You know im not looking for a relationship right?"

"Yes, I know this baby," as he pulls in for another carress of my hand.

So what am i to do?

Live. Love. Give and take, until I'm full. He know's the risks and he knows the rules..

I hope his heart has break insurance.

Dance.

As music and Martinni’s filled me up. "The man I love" was letting me down

"He’s not coming is he?"

"No honey he’s not" Brown-girl said as she slapped me in the face with reality.

The bar seemed to be slowly filling up with more lesbians, and i was still waiting for the party to happpen.

"God i’m so stupid.. I know he’s not coming I mean why would he come?" I said.

Brown girl took a sip of her corona brushed back her fabulous weave and said:

"Honey I know you’re disapointed, but it has been two weeks since u broke up with him, do you think it’s gonna be easy for him to see you looking all sexy in a bar knowing that it’s over between yall two?"

And then I said:

" But I don’t want it to be over. I want him back."

"And he wants you just as bad. But honey you need to get ur furious ass together, you can’t keep going up and down with this man... he’s a man honey not a Yo-yo."

She was right. I liked the dance. the chase. The ups and downs ins and outs. but In the the persuit of a good dance. ...I lost my partner, and it sucks.

"one More Martinni please."

One Martinni too many, I was now drunk.

Laughing, joking ,sitting. while all the bar continued dancing.

"I’m gonna go smoke" said my fablous Brown-girl, and off she went.

I sat..and watched the people dance. Ups.. downs.. ins ..outs

"What’s up Dennis" said a voice in my ear, a voice that i had heard before.

I turned around to face him, and there he was in living color. "The man I love".

Damn he looked good. I felt like I was dreaming.

"Hey baby! I screamed, and then I captured him with a warm embrace.

"I miss you" i whispered in his ear.

"I miss you too" he replied.

"Let’s go outside he said", as he took my hand in his.

And it was outside that hole in the wall club, that everything became perfect again. But this time there was no ups and downs, and no ins and outs. Me and "The man I love" decided to take it slow...friendship.. and even tho i want to pick up the pace This dance is better than no dance at all.

The Same Guy.

As a few cups of house party punch turned my saturday night into my sunday morning. There i stood on the balcony making out with "The Taxi Driver" laughing reciting poetry and apparently listening to his confession.

"I have always noticed you around"

You're really a nice guy

" you're so diffrent"

" I love your style"

I gave a flattered smile, and giggled away his smooth attempts to trap me in his compliments. For some reason he seemed so familiar.

"You're very talented"

"Your'e very smart"

"you're so diffrent, I like diffrent...i'm diffrent"

He seemed so familar like I met him before.

"Alot of people don't really get me"

"Alot of guys take my love for granted"

"Alot of guys have used me in the past:"

That's when I put my finger on it. "There it is!" I thought.

underneath his caramel skin, his beautiful browns, and his sexy pinks were the same words that all my skeletons had in common. I was talking to the same guy in a diffrent suit. The same nice guy, who wants old fashioned love affairs, but never gets them, because no one but guys like me (heart-breakers) set him up for failure.

We exchanged numbers along with a few more kisses, and i did call him before i fell asleep. But I knew where it would go.

I would would dig him for a week. have passionate sex a week later, and then be over him 2 weeks after that. It never fails.

So after we got off the phone. I told my self to not even play this same game. Because I know how he is. And this same guy can't handle the same love lost.