Parker's love is one in a million...

(Stay Down) We're almost to the very best part.
(Stay Down) You'll always be the pride of my heart.
(Stay Down) We too can past the test
(Stay Down) Yeah we got a lot of work.
(Stay Down) I know it ain't been the best but it certainly ain't been the worst.
-Lyrics from "Stay Down" by Mary J. Blige

Last night was the first night Parker and I shared as lovers in OUR home.

A lot of thought went into making the night as special as possible. I can say that on numerous occasions (as this blog attests to) my best laid plans can lead to calamity and comedy of errors, but tonight was everything I hoped it to be.

I cooked tomato/basil chicken, fried corn, bruschetta pasta, and green beans (with smoked turkey necks)... We had resiling and slices of a vanilla lemon torte from Chocolate and Pink (an Atlanta desert bar).

I made a CD of some special love songs (an acapella version of Janet's "Love Will Never Do" and Pretty Ricky's "Make You Wet"- [download it]" and we enjoyed the pleasure of each other's company. We shared a bath, a bed, and... well, you get the point.

Throughout the past week, I received numerous text messages about the decision we have made to share our lives and our home. To say that I am worried about what our future holds would be true. To say that I am confident that we can make this situation and this relationship work, however, is truer.

Just the little things…

I wasted 9.99 on Lil Wayne’s new CD. I am confused by what makes this self-professed goblin so popular. Beats can only carry a track so far. A sampled lyric from his hot single Milli states, “Illie and its all off G piece and a P..G walk by beep beep, Wit a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep..”

What the fuck is he talking about… and to think he brags about not going into the studio with pre-written lyrics. Most fifth-graders could come up with this end rhyme… not to mention Missy Elliot came up with it in 1996.

Has anyone else noticed that many of Lil Wayne’s lyrics are homoerotic. “He’s so sweet I wanna lick the wrapper…” and then he coyly states, “no homo.” No homo, indeed, Miss Wayne.. no homo, indeed.

The R. Kelley verdict is coming soon. I bet he’ll get a little more than a few golden showers when he’s holed up in the pen.

H&M finally came to Atlanta! I can only hope the fashions they bring are as affordable and trendy as the H&M on 5th Avenue in NYC. Hundreds of people camped out in front of the store overnight in hopes of receiving one of the 500 gift cards and tee shirts the store is offering as a promotion. This just goes to show what we are willing to do for a deal in lieu of such harsh economic times.

I am still hungry, but not as hungry as I was when I first started my “personal fitness objective.” I have lost 10 pounds. My goal is to lose 20 pounds before August 1. I am eating half portions, rethinking every eating choice, and working out a minimum of four days per week. I am only allowing myself to be weighed once every two weeks.

Usher’s Here I Stand sold well, despite my fears of lost fans and a poor quality release. I gave him one more chance and purchased the album. While I was starting to rethink my theories surrounding Usher’s sexuality, I have new ammo to prove that he’s one of the “chilren” with track 4, trading places…
Usher states: “And whisper in my ear I bet you really wanna do me/ now take me home and get up in my pants/Pour me up a shot and force me to the bed/ I’m always on the top tonight I’m on the bottom/ Coz we trading places/ when I cant take no more, tell me you aint stopping/ coz we trading places/ Now put it on me baby till I say Ooowe/ And tell to shut up before the neighbours hear me”

Trading places indeed, Miss Usher. I wonder if Lil Wayne and Baby Birdman trade places… Hmm…

Parker is moving in...

After the whirlwind month Parker experienced, we’ve decided he should move in earlier than planned.

We decided that living together would be a good idea last year when his lease was up in July. However, he was given the option to be let out early and he took the option. Parker is moving in within the next two weeks.

Thoughts, comments, and advice… um… needed.

Parker was mugged at gun point...

One week after Parker survived the accidental hit and run of the poor Mexican man, he was held up at gun-point.

After running around his campus, his arms full, he was approached by a random man, who pulled a gun out and told him to give him his wallet.

Parker did as he was told and gave the man his ATM pin.

The man stole over $600 before the card was cancelled.

One week later, Parker went to Miami.

Parker ran over a Mexican...

Parker hit a Mexican immigrant.
Whether or not the man was legal is not known nor is it relevant.

Parker drove to the flea market to purchase a gift for his mother. I don’t think Parker would like me calling him cheap, but he is definatly thrifty with his coins. While driving, Parker was greeted by a group of Mexican men running towards his car. He takes off, but not before one of the men jumps in front of his car. He drives to the nearest gas station, calls the police and waits.

The policeman arrives and he is, believe it or not, Mexican.

The officer takes Parker back to the flea market where they see the men huddled around the victim who is doubled over in pain. He greets the officer in Spanish and tears, screaming the negro hit him, the negro hit him. The man, however, did not file charges.

Poor Parker. He came home devastated. He was very shaken by the event, but relieved no charges were filed.

Well, while charges were not filed, an insurance claim was. Parker was notified two weeks later that the man was suing.

The entire incident may have been a scam from the very beginning. Unfortunately for Parker, this was just the beginning of a really crappy month!

To be updated soon...

Just the Little Things...

Parker and I are both on diets with intensive workouts. It all started when Parker said he looked like he was in his first trimester. I realized I look like I am six months along. Yipes! I knew then it was time to head to the abortion clinic. Too bad I can’t look like Uncle Mallory. She got her tubes tied a long time ago.

Should I be concerned about Parker going to Miami for Memorial Day gay pride without me? I think so. He is so hot.

I am very hungry!

I really wish I didn’t have a house so I could by a foreclosed home. Is that bad of me to say? I think so. I feel bad for the numerous people who have suffered under our harsh economic climate, but I also wish I could benefit from the buyers market.

Is it ridiculous to pay over $200 for a pair of jeans. I think so. I still bought a pair of True Religions. I hate myself, though.

I am very excited about e=mc2. Various critics have given it favorable reviews.
Is it inappropriate for a grown black man to have a cat? I think so. I have one, though. His name is Aristotle.

A consideration of Fredrick Smith's The Right Side of the Wrong Bed

"You got me playing myself, and baby, I don’t care!”

Brothas Well Read April Book Selection- The Right Side of the Wrong Bed by Fredrick Smith
Meeting Date- April 20, 2008!
For More Information consult: http://www.brothaswellread.com/index1.htm

The ideal black love affair is personified through Kenny Kane. Like many protagonists of black queer literature, Kenny is successful, intelligent, and attractive. The novel begins with the backstory of Kenny and his relationship with Devon, a firefighter. Devon cheats on Kenny with a female and has a child. He leaves Kenny after seven years of commitment and Kenny is faced with the possibility that his best years have passed him by and what remains are years of shiftless loneliness.

And that’s when he meets the ideal in Jeremy Lopez. Jeremy is tall, latino, and packing a “magnum” (as it is referred in the novel).

Jeremy sexes Kenny down (and I must say the scenes are hot and tastefully written) and of course he falls head over heels (literally). Family and friends alike warn Kenny of the possible dangers involved in dating Jeremy, but his heart won’t let him leave.
What results is a story of love, lust, disappointment, forgiveness, and realization.

The Right Side of the Wrong Bed is a very entertaining, well-written read and I recommend it. While the ending proved problematic, the overall text was successful in conveying the reality of settling for what looks like the best life will offer.