blkdragon

grounded
2006-03-08 21:48:45 (UTC)

Oh, what a tangled web!

3/7/06 Just got home, the lady I mentioned drives a silver
Camaro, she arrived home the same time I did and damn if
she doesn’t fill a pair of sweats nicely.
Had one hell of a dream last night, some type of event was
happening on Quail St, Mardi Gras type; there was a line of
people doing decorations and food. I was immersed in the
happening, some woman came to me and asked if I wanted to
have a drink with her after the festivities, I was more
than happy to. The woman was accompanied by her Daughter,
don’t remember seeing her, just knew she was close to her
Mother’s side. I don’t remember the festivities ending, the
woman and I, although close to one another for the
festivities; didn’t seem to engage in anything resembling
depth.
I’d gotten a call from the Maddalone, telling me that they
no longer represented Guy and there was no need to go to
court, I didn’t/don’t trust them and decided that I’d go to
the courthouse anyway.
I worked with Blaine, after Kenny and I ran a small job,
Kenny’s fat/lazy ass is seriously irksome. Katey came to
work at the stitcher with me, she was bending over to
retrieve rejects, she wore a pair of low-rider jeans and I
saw that the crack of her ass was showing; Katey’s between
20-23. I was not turned on by the sight of her ass-crack at
all, I mentioned it to her after lunch, it wasn’t easy to
broach the subject; Katey’s a pretty girl. I told her that
I wouldn’t expect a woman of her Gentile persuasion to
appear in such a fashion, she tried to make light of the
fact by saying that her ass was clean, I wanted to thank
her for clarifying that fact.
Lisa’s looking a bit worn and older for the fact that she’s
just attended the funeral of her Stepfather. I returned
from lunch to Lavon asking if I’d ever heard of the
book, “Behold a Pale Horse and the Willie Lynch letter”, I
told him yes; he’d been discussing it with Rob. Rob’s not
the brightest bulb in the box! I was happy to leave the
place at the end of the day.
I went to the rink, Patty was there, I was looking forward
to seeing Darlene and Tyler; they didn’t show. The Black
Ski Club came, Dave and the old guy are members, there was
one member with a nice body; she caught my eye. Skaters
that I hadn’t seen in a minute were there last night, seems
the rink is getting too small for me, or the patrons are
taking up more space than they need.
It’s the same problem you find driving, where a lot of
drivers band together and make driving difficult for the
real drivers, you’ll find a patch of 7-10 cars taking up
all three lanes and matching speed. A driver has to get
aggressively creative to pass these Lemmings, I find the
same problem at the rink, although at the rink I only need
the semblance of a hole to pass. I imagine that I’ve
bothered skaters, surprised them by my sudden appearance,
they’re not there to skate; as much as they’re there to
congregate. I’m working out and they’re basically in my
way, I don’t want to allow my style to be dictated by the
pack, it isn’t; they learn to look out for me to keep from
being startled. Like most drivers, most skaters just look
ahead, they’re not conscious of anyone coming up on their
blind sides or behind them; because they’re not attentive.
I’m looking around me constantly, I know when to get out of
the way because I see the skaters coming up behind me, I
skate the same way I drive; defensively.
Spoke briefly to Patty, she made lame attempts to be
humorous, our relationship is strained because of her; I
cut our conversation short and told her that we’d talk
before she left. She called my phone, I set it to silent
when skating, checked the v/m she left for me; she thought
I had something to discuss and I didn’t. I was just willing
to chat with her at the end of the night, instead of during
my skate time. Sheridan and Richard skated last night,
Sheridan wants me to come to dinner again, I told him that
I’d always accept his invitations; I like hanging out with
them because they make me comfortable.
One of the newer skaters commented on my style, she wants
to get to where I am, I told her that she needs to spend
more time on skates and never find reasons to sit down;
stay in motion for the duration of your session and it will
enhance/improve your skill and technique. Everyone seems to
know my name now, that’s not a good thing, I don’t know
them and I’m not trying to know them; it’s a bit weird when
someone you don’t know calls you by name. I’m still getting
used to it, especially after doing that ad for New York
State Lotto, in order to achieve a state of anonymity; I’ll
need to stop going to Guptil’s or leave the state.
Just realized that I don’t like to see Dark women with
their hair straightened, it’s like they’re not being
themselves, that troubles me. Our hair is not supposed to
lay flat, there’s too much life to it, live up to the curl;
whether it’s tight or loose. I’m not too crazy about weaves
either, what are we saying about ourselves when we can’t be
comfortable with who and the way we are? Whenever I see
straight hair on a Dark woman, I think of the damage being
done to that hair and the damage that’s been done to their
individual self esteem that says they shouldn’t be who they
really are. The psychological ramifications of slavery is
alive and well in the descendants of slaves and oppressed
people everywhere, look at the women in this country trying
to maintain their self-esteem in a male dominated society,
the concessions made to enable a generous livelihood.




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