We going to do it all night...the HELL you say!!

I don’t know where this whole notion of making love to your partner is suppose to be a whole night gala event. I just hear it so much in music – even the great masters of that slow jam preach of how they will take their loves and simply send them into such delights from sundown to sunup. Even Teddy and Barry who can probably be one of the few who can do it (mostly from their singing if anything else) say it. But, I just guess I’m more of the realist here. And I just have to ask myself – really? You honestly think that it’s going to be something like that goings on? And Moreso, who in the hell is going to put in that much time and effort?


It just behooves me, especially now days, the whole concept of all nocturnal nookie play is going be just that all night. I hear it from the rappers to the most sensual r& b singers. I guess it’s just a notion to sell a fantasy or they got powers of skill that can put most of the most hardcore of porn stars to shame. Maybe Johnny Gill and Ludacris are in the wrong profession and should be doing smut instead of serenading people.


I just like to know really, who going to be doing it like that and for that long? I know you always hear women say, “Oh I want a man who can go all night. Make me sing like a songbird in the morning.” And then you hear those braggart men say “OH yeah baby! We going to be at it all night. Don’t be making any plans to sleep. We going all night!” The HELL YOU SAY!!! Honestly, who got that much time? And who going to be able to manage such an Olympic feat. Unless all night is about that 45 minutes that you put in and then need the 8 hours of sleep. And ladies, let’s keep it 100 for a minute, do you seriously think that you able to go full speed, full blast with such an effort without cramping, complaining about this or that, or running out of Astroglide or whatnot?



I don’t know bout you all but, hell I got shit to do. You better get there before I do cause I am not bout to throw my whole left side trying to be like those fools on the songs or in those $2 romance novels and I sure as hell not going to be like those folks you see on the Lifetime movie network. Sorry, just ain’t going to happen. If you ain’t getting there by the time I do, you just going to be fresh out of luck with me. Bernie Mac said it best it’s a 1 round bout and folks get knock the hell out.




And before I get the plethora of comments saying, “Oh there is more to it than that it’s the foreplay the afterplay the talking or blah blah blah..” give me a damn break! Midnight or anything past that, only talking anyone going be saying is short, words usually consisting of four letters or less. And as I said many times over and I stand by this logic with everything I hold dear. Only difference between making love and having sex is 45 minutes. Yes, my people you heard me. 45 MINUTES!!!! Let that sink in for a moment for absolute emphasis…..ok now if those who don’t understand this or new to my blogs, let me give you a dose of enlightenment.



You can do all those things you read in every Comso magazine, Harlequin novel, love song and chick flick all you want. It can be candles, thunderstorm, bed of roses, hand holding, eye contact, baby oil and heavy smecking in the world. For 45 minutes. Because after that, it will not be any romance a going on. It will be that knock down drag down, better beat it like you stole something, Dear Penthouse Forum, multiple concussion and broken headboard sex. And I don’t give a damn what anyone else says. And I’m going to try to say this as easy as possible…you ain’t making love you F_________! You can fill in the rest. Thank you. Any questions? Good!



Now to sum up this tirade, I just going to say, who really is going to be putting this much effort and where is it suppose to be an all night event. Most of us only got 1 or maybe 2 good ones in us before we need good night sleep.And guys, don’t start bragging and say you can and those folks who think you can…be honest you not able. And if any celebrities (specially you singers) who just happen to venture here (like that will EVER happen) keep it real now...you not any Cassanova even if you pretend to be for the sake of selling records. There used to be a website that would truly rate those famous folks in their prowess. I wish I can remember it. Anyway, if someone says I wanna go all night. I’m saying only I’m goin all night is SLEEP!!! Better get there before I do or call for backup. Going all night…hell no we not!



SAW

When enlightenment strikes.

It is said that when enlightenment is obtained, you feel a universal sense of feeling and oneness with yourself and the universe. But, I kind of wonder is there a sense of a twisted darkside to it. There is always an yin and yang. The polar components of balance. What if the revelations that one obtains is one that can no doubt redefines the core being of a person.

I kind of feel that way as of late. Reaching an enlightenment and understanding that after a long time of contemplation and honestly a few conversations that the truth - the undebateable truth slaps you in the face like a mad girlfriend who didn't get that ring for Christmas. Seeing it you just feel you can have a sense of saying "Yes! I was right. The whole time I was correct." Yet, the sense of self-gloating has no mirth in it.

I will not go into this pyric victory of myself against the world. (Me 4 world 3 in overtime.) I will not speak of it. But those who know - know and that's that.

I always believed the powers of the universe have a sick sense of humor and a degrading sense of irony. The saying "Be careful what you wish for, for you just might get it." Does not apply to the secret desires of our hearts. For there is no lesson in things like that. There is no comsic morality tale in what we really want for a sense of happiness. Yet, the asking of the most selfish want, there is a billion and two acceptances of it and granting of the wish. Because, it will always be something negative attached to it. I think the proverb should say, "Be careful for the things you wish you want and never expect thing you need for you never will get it."

So with that said, why does it feel an empty victory when you proven some truths that you spent so long fighting, finally get the vindication - yet feels worthless. Was the fight so draining that you just have no sense of accomplishment? One always hear the greater the strugger the more significant and sweeter the victory. Feels a bit salty. And looking at it - I feel worse than ever. The truth has finally be told - the veil has been lifted and light is now drawn. It should be a bright day - and potential for great possibility. Yet there isn't.

If this is what enlightenment of understand is, I think there is bliss in ignorance.