DEAR IG VIXEN, A DEEP LETTER FROM RELENTLESS AARON

DEAR IG VIXEN:

I realize you want more appeal, and that you wanna be more popular than anyone else in your stream. But it’s time for some real-talk.

But before I bust your ass, I need you to know that I love you, that you’re important to me, and that I see you well into the future as a mom, as a leader, and as an accomplished attribute to society.

A cautionary address to IG Vixens from novelist Relentless Aaron

There you go gurl, showing cleavage and ass, fishing for acceptance, stares, and  affection… you’re looking at all the other IG Vixens for ideas and clue (following the leaders)  on how you-too can get the views. If that doesn’t work, you shed a little more clothing. If that doesn’t work, you get naked. If that doesn’t work… yeah, this is you, pretty lady. You want the “likes” the “followers’ and “comments,” and you’ll go as hard as possible to stake that claim. Maybe you can even get someone to crush on you. Or you can convince an admirer to take you out on a date; or even lay with you for money. Yup… escorting, if you’re not already doing this, its coming, right? And imagine that whole process is endorsed by the others you see practicing it… imagine that this path you’re following has been promoted over and over again until you were brainwashed with it, until you’ve now adopted this process as your own. So you’re about to strip on the Gram, right? Wait, what? I’m opening your eyes? You mean, there’s the option for change here?

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YOU’RE TELLING YOURSELF: But if everyone’s doing this then isn’t it alright to do? Isn’t it the thing to do??”Or you’re thinking, “getting likes and follows and comments is everything!” Well, Ms. IG Vixen, at some point in your life, like, before you had breasts, your parents or guardians were likely holding you accountable for how you dressed or how you acted in public. Now you’re slippin out from under their watchful eyes with your slick, private IG account. If daddy hasn’t caught you already, and brought that leather belt to your ass… you may have escaped and ran away or just moved out altogether with the help of a boyfriend. Really? A BOYFRIEND over that good home cookin, that comfortable bed and 24-hour surveillance? This was your better choice? Your parents were paying for electricity, the food bill, you could do your laundry whenever, a nice yard and free wifi… they were sincerely caring for you, not doing what you’re boyfriend is doing; looking for the convenient hook-up, the partnership and affirmation of his low self-esteem-havin, miserable existence. Those parents love you unconditionally until you piss them off. And you gave all that up for your so-called “freedom” and “independence.” Now you struggling lil gurl, your boyfriend got the best of you and you’re hustlin to stay awake at one job. drivin Uber (no shade) as a side-huslte. Meanwhile, your “man” ain’t workin no more but doesn’t mind holding the cellphone to take those sexy pics of you for your social media.

Your boyfriend is becoming another “Safaree” affirming and controlling your free time where you try and look sexy on IG, playin with cigarettes, Black & Milds or Hookah smoke, tryna be cute but basically marketing yourself to highest bidder.

And the bidders are out there lookin at your weak-ass love affair, waitin like vultures to swoop in and play captain save-a-hoe the moment you post some shit like, #teamsingle or #fucklove with your latest nude booty-shots.  Some of you aren’t in the most extreme danger… some of you aren’t falling for that latest DM and the lure of money and compassion. Some of you are still trying to keep some scruples about you, not necessarily doin the most… you don’t wanna show too much. You don’t wanna offend those who are within your immediate surroundings/maybe your coworkers, and maybe even those who might catch on indirectly. Maybe someone is recording this moment on their phone, with their eyes… and by default, there’s always that God almighty screenshot or repost that can indict and convict you. God forbid that your preacher, pastor, employer or mother in-law catch on to your shenanigans.

As a matter of fact, unbeknownst to you, did you know your daddy and your preacher are both salivating? Of course they are. They’ve already seen you “loose” or they’ve imagined you naked. Do you have any idea that these men who are your brothers, uncles and fathers are living out these taboo illnesses in their minds? That they’re thinking of you in their wildest dreams?

Do you realize that porn clips exist where men and women pretend to be father/daughter, brother/sister, German Shephard and (nevermind)… yuck! Or even married; even as they fuck the women they signed up for? Yes, yes, yes, the unbalanced man can even be married and still have this wandering lust for you. Sick? Of course not. Because the President even makes this “okay” as he lusts after his daughter on the world stage. Weird. Sick. Pathetic. Of course it is.

But it doesn’t negate the fact that these soft porn activities in the mainstream are part of the gas in the tank of lust, and that lust is the illness underlying all the so-called bad crimes we’ve seen from WoodyAllen, to RKelly, to PeeWeeHerman, to all the Catholic Priests, (yeah, all of em), to the female cougars, all the way thru to the newscasters, film producers, singers, rappers, ball players and (again) 2 out of 3 past Presidents. That’s right, Trump is fuckery at its best, but tricky-Dick-Bill Clinton ran a close second.

And to the men: Is there someone to answer to or to hold you accountable for this behavior, if not God? Do all men who lust and who allow their imaginations to soar deserve a straight jacket? A prison sentence? A public stoning? Shit, are they still stoning women for adultery in Afghanistan? Perhaps all punishment is subjective to who’s been hurt and what rules have been broken. But back to you, Vixen; set aside all of the misbehavior that’s going on, there’s another set of you women who just don’t give a fuck/on numerous levels. You label your promiscuous activities as “unapologetic.” And if anyone speaks out against it, or if they try and check you, they are so called “slut-shaming.” Everybody has an answer for everything to defend their every action no matter from which direction it comes. In the end, we all can find some sort of justification for our actions or our inactions, covering everything under the sun.

Only in the courtroom will you find that nobody gets a pass for choices made, for actions or misbehaviors, especially if it goes too far past a certain threshhold.

Still the reality of “the lure” is there, and too many of us are fully engaged on both ends of the stick. Too many men are feeding into and serving, saving and subsidizing these platforms whether it’s secretly in their bathrooms or outwardly at the local strip clubs. Shit, Hooters didn’t drive the content right to your welcome mat? This is the world of tits and Ass, you fucking prudes! Grab em by the pussies and you can still be President you stuck-up bastards!Yes, this dude’s money, power and respect has purchased the world’s ethics and morals, before hanging them out in the backyard to dry. We are all now in the “spin cycle,” with women seeing IG as their platform to perform, to undress, to entertain and (naturally) to earn money with their God-givens. They are going through so much to manifest attention and interest, or the extremes of conquering something or someone for sex, gifts or even a job. The whole allure… the whole IDGAF “savage-attitude” with the mask and the representative has evolved from the days when “looking presentable” was enough, to what is now 24/7 hardcore porn in the workplace, on the radio, on the music streaming services, on television and in yo face via the internet.

If you’re a guy, and you’re not married, or there’s no one woman in your life who is rocking your world during your available recreational time, then you my fickled, fellow friend are being mind-fucked on the regular. However, this does not set the standard for all men. This temperature doesn’t require that you give-in to the temptations. It does however require that you be strong enough to turn away if its not your thing. You can block, unfollow, and even fill your cup with other content such as motivational videos, some great free podcasts on itunes, and there’s always a good self help book. (Remember those?) And too, If there is a woman, kids, a family, a purpose and a daily agenda to impregnate a man’s attentions with fulfillment, satisfaction and all the joys that come with that package, then (in theory) that man is content with what he has, who he has and how he has it. Moreover, if that man is not content, satisfied and occupied with the sensations of life, he may just be left to pursue the natural order of things. Meaning, we are hunters by nature.

Sometimes I think people forget that. We forget we’re hunting for food, acknowledgement, success, goal
achievement, hormonal balance; not necessarily in that order. Sometimes I think people ignore the human instinct and the need for people to be psychosomatically balanced.

After all, time and again we are reminded that psychosomatic imbalance can lead to the worst that can happen. Tension, anxiety and frustration are the worst that can happen. And should that be the reality for a police officer who’s high-risk job follows him back to his house… you know, that “boring” life contained in what we’d like to believe as the comforts of home… or if not that, this same reality of imbalance can drive other men to drink (and get drunk) on Porn, on food or on some other unhealthy tension-relieving activity. And aren’t we reminded enough as we watch the 6 o’clock news to see who that next single man-turned lone gunman is? Aren’t we numb to the mass shootings and testimonies from neighbors who repeat that same old melody “we had no idea he had so many guns in his home…” “ there were no red flags to let us know that he was so dangerous…” “we never saw any indications… was so nice.”

And that is the same old song, time after time, seasoned with bloodshed, random violence and certain tragic loss. All of it captured on your boob-tube for you to absorbe as an aside to your dinner entrée’.

Please don’t get me wrong, we are all voyeurs to some degree. We’re stopping on the thruway to see who got pulled over, who’s caught in that over-turned vehicle or who that is in handcuffs… we’re curious and hungry enough that we’ll put our own lives in danger/slaves to our instincts. And the moment our eyes connect with our brains there is a signal sent to assess what we see, hear or sense. And our response to said temptations is to either submit and surrender or block, bypass or altogether avoid. There is a level of discipline, focus and even intention that plays a significant role in how we see things and what we do or don’t do any response. This is not to rationalize a man’s actions or reactions, but it is the framework that we practice day after day and year after year. Not only discipline but maturity also plays a major role in how we assess what we face.

The reality is that this is a real struggle, a challenge and a problem for some who don’t have the information, who don’t wear the Teflon, or who are not built with disciplines, patience, options or practices that can offset this very real imbalance.

Part of this is also one’s happiness, joy or peace of mind. You either have it or you don’t and hopefully you are working on this issue. Most of us do not have the happiness joy and peace of mind because we are not achieving our dreams that are at times unrealistic and out of reach in the first place. Our dreams are many times crafted for us and projected at us as if that is the thing to do and be. Not enough science, math and literature in our daily diets. Instead we’re injected with stimulants like these visual playmates. Yes, you Ms. IG Vixen with your nose-ring and smoke swirls.

Your presence is becoming all-too-common and you’re blending in with all the others, all of you being pigeonholed and categorized however wrongfully. You wanna be a queen, then ACT like a queen. But if not…

Have you become part of the audience who sees the luck that others have enjoyed and now you’re suddenly and silently hurting inside, knowing that your clock is ticking and that your hopes and dreams are fading further and further away? Or are you being patient, doing the homework and mastering your craft so that you’ll be appreciated for your hard work? Are you drinking, druging, smoking, eating, gambling, venting, and simply making excuses? Are you focusing on the lives of others and not your own life’s goals?

Some of us go to the extreme of crying out loud or we try to shoot others down simply because they are winning and we are not. I know this is a lot to unpack in this short and long commentary, but if you think hard about the truths herein… if you dive deep into the ideas of a man’s satisfaction or lack thereof, you will see these realities mirrored before our very eyes. From the White House to the crackhouse, this is the truth underlying a man’s existence. It is not necessarily a broad stroke definition for all of us, since many of us are content and satisfied and living a life of abundance within our reach. Many of us are in the church, or spiritually grounded, or very focused on our goals, or we are exerting extreme physical endurance in our daily routines in effort to maintain that mind- body balance. Having kids, good credit and a fellowship of close friends helps us to stay focused. Deep dives into amassing knowledge, self realization and that whole allegiance with and passion for learning, reading and exploring are also ways and means to keep us engaged, peaceful and cooperative. “Be Humble” is more than a catchy rap hook when it comes to staying alive in a scenario where you face a threat, eminent danger, or dare I say death. Meditation. Prayer. Giving and taking pleasure amongst willing and able partners. Yeah, that’s the fight many face, man or woman. Yes, I’m particularly speaking about men, but I realize that women have some of these issues as well. That imbalance can also be loneliness, frustration or just “a void” that women feel in the overall scheme of things.

Is this the reason that older women hunger and hunt after a younger men, perhaps an under age young man? Not altogether true. But a number of us are twisted and don’t know the difference between right or wrong, good or bad, stank or holy. There is the mental health issue again. And there’s also a place for such people. There is therapy for such people. Some of us even live with these demons and deny the urge. We hold it at bay. We fight this fight daily up into our 50s 60s and 70s. And there’s not any one template of what to expect from a human being, when to expect it, and or the random ways in which these actions surface. Carlton Heston responds to all of this so brilliantly in his epic film The Planet of The Apes/1968. It’s so much the best and most memorable oveture ever in a film that Tracy Morgan had to reenact it in The Last OG: S1/E6

“It’s a MAD HOUSE! A MAAAAAAD HOUSE!!!”

On top of all of that there is the moral or ethical standards that we adhere to, many of which are moral, generational or geographic. There are freedom of speech issues in the way. There are human rights issues clouding the atmosphere. But in your heart you know whats right, wrong and purposeful. You know what pre-Cosby looked like considering how that case was hammered into the national discussion for years, and you know what post-Cosby looks like with me-too, times-up and every other feminist hashtag locked and loaded to get a slice of that next sponsorship check. So, somethings that took place back then are not acceptable today, and visa-versa. But also, where geography matters, some things in Europe are not permitted or acceptable in the society we know as the United States; did you ever see the pimp/gigolo tv commercials that once played in Italy or the sexually-driven ones from Latin America? Have you ever seen the news they promote daily on Latin America’s Univision or the stuff on AlJazeera? It’s raw like Worldstar. It’s raw live Liveleak. Somethings that take place in Africa or India are not necessarily acceptable practices here in the United States; the multiple, docile wives for instance, the bombing aftermaths and the horrible punishment and assault that women endure if they break the sacred vows of marriage. And still some practices are hidden inside of certain religions. Maybe you haven’t studied Joseph Smith and his pop-up religion known as Mormons and that whole Latter Day Saints nonsense and how this religion and its doctrines was all set up for the sole purpose of authorizing and permitting a man to exercise having numerous wives under that very umbrella of protection and permission. But even as these practices fell apart and were inevitably “outlawed” in the 1800’s, the remnants of that culture are still alive today. I mean, what choice do folks have if children were born under that cult? But wait! Is that Jimmy Kimmel & Kanye West who just promoted PornHub on the primetime talk show??? OMG its over! No stone unturned!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvMwDp9XcHA

Yes, darlings, promiscuity is still alive and thriving today.

For God sakes the fucking President of the United States that YOU voted into office has smashed and blurred and trampled the ethics and values of the nation and perhaps the world, making it okay for a famous person to prey on and grab on a woman’s pussy, in public… upon first meeting!

Okay my rant is thru. And to be clear, I’m not turning up my nose or shaming any of this shit; afterall, I’m a novelist that built a dynasty off of original, deception-filled, scandalous, toe-curling, jaw-dropping content. It’s just that I can’t help detailing this bullshit; how its all here in your face, in plain sight. I’mthoroughly enjoying how humans interact, counteract and misbehave and how this all plays out. Maybe I’m waiting for this Sodom and Gomorrah tale
remix; how we human beings engage in the carnal realities we are trapped within on a daily basis for all to see in all its color and flavor. I’m just on the lookout for the second coming and these 2 angels who may come and warn us about the destruction of this hot mess.👀

Naturally, I’m speaking to everyone in this commentary, and again, I love you all. But back to you IG Vixens, in spite of the hustle you struggle with everyday, I hope you’re observing cautions and avoiding the quicksand of life. Because you don’t want to make a lifetime decision but for that quick thrill. But do as you do, family.

Live & let live. Just know your choices and the potential consequences in the pursuit of your passion!

Relentless

 

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CARNAL MACCHIATTO-Did Starbucks Fuel My Decade of Orgasms?

WARNING: This content will be graphic at times. 

So right now, I’m about to get jiggy with a bit of kiss ‘n tell. Names changed to protect the innocent (of course). And to my true-blue friends, yes… I have no shame, but I’ve also grown up/its been almost 6 years since this period of my life. Forgive me. lol

Warnings & Disclaimers done. 

Did Starbucks Fuel My Decade of Orgasms?

So this mountain of sexual variety in my life… I believe it’s all about numbers and how it makes mathematical sense to see, segment and piece together my love life (or sexual escapades) in direct alignment with my marriage to the Starbucks brand. Yes, it’s geographic at first; you know, the Law of Correspondence and how like minds can be found connecting in certain spaces, places and events that affirm our beliefs?  But it’s honestly so much more than that. It’s way more than me just sitting in the coffee shop with a giant sponge in hand, trying to soak-up the things I want from the people I see. It’s also more specifically and scientifically about “positioning,” “being receptive” and sort of attracting what I want in life. I can speak to this from experience, as its happened time and time again. And since the past 10 years have found me in a Starbucks coffee shop for 85% of my waking hours, it feels as if by design, the flowers will bloom and nature takes its course. You know, that man/woman connection that finds me taking on the role of the honeybee, attracting to, smelling and then eating from these “flowers.”

Sometimes I took trips to other starbucks coffee shops and the attention followed me. This is from someone who posted on their own page, I guess they were blown away by my audacity

Indeed, a number of these flowers that I spoke of… the women I’ve met as a result of loafing at STARBUCKS, were daisies and daffodils that had short lifespans. But there were a couple of orchids and roses that I won’t ever forget; some engagements with longlasting memories I can hold onto. No, I’m not saying that orchids or roses last for six months to a year, however they do represent these amazing symphonies that life has delivered my way. You know those instances that are so unbelievably satisfying at times, and at other times leave you with that guilty conscience in those moments of relief when I found myself shaking off the things that came from my mouth; the nasty shit we did with each other. And for whatever reason these flowers left my garden, my heart is full and satisfied knowing that they were “in-season.” On one hand I could ask myself “well if it was everything you cried and raved about, then why didn’t we keep it going?” Then on the other hand,  these could simply be teachable moments that give me great content to write about. And I could resolve it all just telling myself that perhaps this wasn’t sent to be. Women are a trip tho; you come in guns blazing, claiming “I won’t ever leave you,” and then suddenly the curtains close on that one-act play… the love-story part of the fairytale.  And what ends up happening is y’all blackout and blockout everything that we had. You don’t even know how to communicate what you’ve done in the end, as if you’d been daydreaming the whole time. Which brings me to Rose…

I’m not mad at “Rose” for how she acted. Hell, nobody’s perfect. But we had some great times!

“Rose” was one of three flowers I shall not forget, how we locked eyes, expressed deep devotion during those first few text messages, then in person one-on-one conversations over coffee out on the Starbucks patio. We’d get to the point that I’m staring at you and where you are sneaking a peek here and there, deciding or affirming me as potentially that next man in your life… a life-partner, even.  Then that lead to touching/hand-holding, long hugs and then me stealing a kiss. This could be called “our process” where we are making assessments. And just like clockwork, she eventually testifies “I’m in love with you” just weeks into the courting… this is exactly as it went down with Rose, play by play. At some point, very randomly, Rose said “You don’t understand how I asked God to bring me the man I wanted and needed…” Yup. Heard that one before too. And there I was, ushered into her life thanks to a client who I met where else, but at Starbucks. That client hired me to film an event for her and on that day, in her establishment, I met this dreamgirl (my next girlfriend) with her lil tight body, her darling eyes and afterwards her spicy activities in bed. Was I living my dream? Sure I was, only my dream brought me to living in an RV at the time. And (as was the case with numerous one-night stands), Rose gave me her mouth, her body and her surrender right there on the carpet, and then the bed. I recall the lil fun argument we had about that day I stole a tongue-kiss/how she felt it was waaaay too soon, during those early coffee dates. Yup, days into our relationship I realized what I wanted, did my momentary soul-searching, and boom; I took charge. Argue if you will that I moved too fast… that whole 90-day rule that Steve Harvey promotes. Sheeet… That might be the plan for the cautious and patient men and women on the single’s scene. But my reality, much like I do in business, I’m always a “first mover.” If I see something and I want it, and it makes sense? Done! And I owe my long standing success with women (at least during the last 10 years) to Starbucks! Sure my execution of this process was my own design, however I know people who have also met at Starbucks and who have gotten married, had children, and living happily ever after.

i believe a lot of people already realized I was off the chain when I started my “Kissing Relentless” reality series/filmed in Conyers Georgia. I believe I was on mark, but before my time. The video is now at over 2 million views. Maybe I was doing something agreeable?

 Stealing a kiss was the least of her concerns, because I was at first determined, and then it was my reality to eventually have that ass! I mean look: finding a good looking, progressive, healthy, single chic, age 31… 15 years younger than me, no kids? And I’m gonna pass that ass up? I THINK NOT! That’s what we call “Marriage or Wifey Material.” And I wanted it all, even if I wasn’t ready for it financially. Even if I was biting off more than I could chew. At least I could claim the woman; put my smack down, and the rest would come in time, right?

But as if I had exercised some 6th sense, I came to realize I was SPOT-ON in my quest. Rose hit me with this word-for-word from her action-packed lips: “I like it in my ass. When she said that I was like, damn! What happened to Miss Sweet Polly Purebread who thought I kissed her too early?”  But instead, that’s when I felt I’d met my match. Yup!? And not to say that I also enjoy her anal fantasies because I don’t! Although I have engaged in ass-fucking with my wife, it’s really not my thing. But it obviously paints a picture about Rose that screams “she’s a freak like me! She’s a freak like me!” There was once a rapper named Jimmy Spicer. And in his song “Super Rhymes” he spits: I gotta get away, I gotta go to the disco, find the freak of my dreams

I was goal oriented, business minded, a coffee lover, and still, crazy, sexy & cool. Starbucks filled my 40’s with MAD memories!

And there you have it. This was the temperature of the sexcapades of me in my RV, way out in rural Conyers, Georgia. Anyone who knows me on social media or otherwise, knows I lived in a 28ft RV; the exact replica of the one starring in The Emmy-Winning Breaking Bad tv series. Only, in the back was a bedroom instead of a methlab. And it was this way for close to 10 years (2008-2017). Yes, I still have the truck, and I’m looking forward to shooting a film with it before I sell it off. But there are enough memories in that RV to soak a cotton field with an ocean of my ejaculate. Yes, the fishies were swimming in my ejaculate. Lol! And, indeed at times I look at that 10yr period of my life as one hot & steamy marathon/enough sex to consider tying it up and storing it away for life.  A close friend even suggested that “your dick probably looks like a war-zone.” But while she was hilarious, and while she said this during her own interest in experiencing my lovemaking, she was also underestimating me. Hell, I kept it safe, family. As safe as An author with a fetish could manage. Afterall, we live in a world of diseases and dis-ease. And I din want any parts of that. But also, I should say “Phew! I made it out alive!” And my dick and health are in tact. So, instead of seeing the “warzone,” I tend to compartmentalize that period. I see that as the pocket of time where I transitioned from the realities of infidelity, divorce and New York… where I had to truly learned to live & survive in Atlanta without family support or insurances in place… it was more like a decade of exercising this muscle of mine from a weak loser to a strong warrior spear. These were “The Olympics” for me! Conquer and destroy. I could begin to recall the names to fit the faces. But the faces and bodies were something like my own unlimited gift card. A 10 year magic carpet ride of fulfilling, redeeming sex; fuel that inspired me to be creative, to press on, to get those monkeys of failure, self esteem issues, and that goliath-desire off of my back and to eventually get back to the plan and the purpose… my “why” and the ultimate reason I’m here in the comfortable place I’m in today.

Nevertheless, something like 8 or 9 years ago, I was always surprised that beautiful women like the Rose, the Orchid and (I’ll call the 3rd one) Chrys (short for the Chrysanthemum) could settle so easy and be so comfortable in my RV. Even tho I kept it clean and swagalicious with curtains, mood lighting, and the most soothing jazz and incense you could find below the Bible Belt. My “man-cave on wheels was all that. A mini-wine & liquor shelf, some of my best friends and mentors watching over me from framed photos, and my living space was even “confirmed” with that one autographed photo I got from the King of Pop years ago. And even tho it was so personalized with my success over the years, the awards, photos and years of entertainment memorabilia, it was still a truck. And it was still hard to imagine these flowers trapped in my animal embrace… in my Breaking Bad RV. After all, these women came from families with big or small traditional lifestyles and experiences that would have a person looking sideways at a brotha in his 40s; a brotha on that minimalist journey, living off the grid. But then again, there are a couple of ways to see that scenario: ONE, who’s to say that your excessive ways of living, relating and existing is better than my choices? TWO, why would you assume that someone living a minimalist lifestyle is experiencing any less joy, peace and progress than you are yourself? Wasn’t I saving thousands of dollars in overhead? Isn’t there much less accountability , responsibility and headaches I need to nurse? And besides, how many people have told me “RELENTLESS is the perfect name for you!”

when I say I was a star at Starbucks, I didn’t just talk the talk, I walked the walk… then the reporters show up

And still, my real-time life in an RV wasn’t a walk in the park. It wasn’t as sensational as an Emmy Award Winning TV show either. But while I was Breaking Bad in my own slick ways, I still had EXTREME CHALLENGES! For instance, I  struggled with learning my RV and being stuck with a mountain of mechanical failures and issues of things like keeping three industrial batteries charged. There was the fight to always have enough propane to keep the heater on in 20 degree Winter nights. Or just to keep the stove going. Cuz yall know I love to cook. If that’s not enough, there was the vehicle’s generator that wasn’t strong enough to support the built-in AC. And of course being “off-grid” means no electrical outlet to plug into. That wasn’t something I worked out until 2015/2016. Most of all there was the positioning of the vehicle; where would I park it? (Especially after I bought a car to zip around in.) Well eventually these things worked themselves out and I managed to stay afloat as I became more and more resourceful. Instead of camping in the Walmart parking lot, a chain known to welcome RVs to stay on their property, I was now ready to step my game up. I eventually hit paydirt and found a client who not only allowed me to “park” the vehicle on his property for years, but I was even able to plug-in to electric outlets and pay somethin on that to account for my usage.

Weddings, anniversaries, graduations, birthday parties, I’ve done it all thanks to Starbucks. Relationships are everything, and the coffee shop facilitates the most authentic connections

But this was certainly me being Relentless, no 9-5 job to take my energy… plenty of clients paying into my talents/enabling me to live free… empowered with good health, a strong libido and that grey area of playing the tightrope of Backpage vs Craigslist, ignoring all levels of ethics, morals and focus. My only focus was soaking that “cottonfield.” Yup. This is a movie alright.

My timeline would show me finding Rose; this thrilling ride flesh, youth and smiles, all gift-wrapped with her cute, perky breasts,  a perfectly sculpted ass, captivating smile, and her entrepreneurial spirit. And now (not then) I realize that’s been a trend, how these younger women with their energetic drive and passion just dance into my life for their shot at the long or short SoulTrain spotlight. Not to mention the 2-way street here, how I was also attracted to her younger energy. She was submissive, full of energy and in spite of her hint of sassy pride, I could even feel her obedience playing into my sometimes lingering chauvinist tendencies.

Rose and I progressed rather quickly from the RV to becoming “housemates.” Her mom had expressed overtures of how her new, White boyfriend was her ticket out of an apartment to a 3br house,  (Okay? Pregnant Pause) and so my Rose and I moved right on in and shared in the $600 rent.

I got to throw down in the kitchen and to once again taste what traditional housing felt like after two or three years in my RV. And this was the first time since my 20’s that I ran into a woman who matched my skyhigh freak levels. Imagine that I can’t remember this woman’s name but that I can remember her tellin me “I like it in my ass” and how there was an endless routine of early morning wake-up sex that found me half-sleep and my dick wide awake as if it was her exclusive breakfast treat. And Rose loved to swallow me. It was a practice that simply jaded me with expectations far past my recollecting her name and why or how we even broke up. It even reminded me of my first girlfriend with that same fetish, back when I was 17 or 18 years old in Mt Vernon, NY.

No kidding: I’m so grateful for the experience that those five months gave me. At times it was a fairytale. At others, a porno flick. But all of it was engorged with bouts of unharnessed carnal nirvana. As I said, I can’t recall why we broke up, but I do know that it was her sabotaging “us” with something very instant and impulsive. whatever it was it was fixable. But maybe our relationship ran it’s course. I remember the night before the breakup we were making love (or fucking/I can’t tell the difference sometimes). And that next day I was moving my stuff back to my RV. Thank God I had kept old Breaking Bad.

 

LIFE.

After Rose came the Orchid. (But let’s name her Ophelia). This one I actually met in Starbucks. She was minding her business and I was minding mine and we somehow crossed paths. Another thing I should mention was that I had become a celebrity at this particular Starbucks coffee shop. From the 24inch Imac I toted-in daily, to the live comedy & jazz shows I produced in the shop, to the many business/political/community relationships that I earned, to the front page newspaper article written about me, and that damned 28ft behemoth (the Fleetwood Pace Arrow) out in the parking lot, it was clear that I was present and persistent in making Starbucks my home. And the corporate Starbucks policy allowed for this; for me to stay there all day, drink coffee, do business, incubate my talents. Sure I’d step out to cook lunch in my mobile home. Sure I might need to grab a camera and mic to film a testimonial for some local tv commercials I ran. Sure I might need a sudden change of clothes so that I’d be presentable for somebody’s wedding, a business meeting or even a Governor’s ceremony at the Georgia State Capital. But while people may have witnessed those things, how I was doing the most, they’d never imagine the other stuff… the sex. Me being a human… A single man with real needs and desires.

One thing led to another with Ophelia; the coincidental, first run-in led to more conversation, which led to us becoming business partners and inevitably that lead to her advances. Now I’m no sex symbol by any stretch of the imagination, but I can recognize the attraction if it exists. Upfront I explained to her “I don’t wanna mix business with pleasure;” and this was no psychological ploy or strategy. I was serious.

The transformations, altercations and elevations! This guy here tho!

Ophelia inevitably claimed “I’ve been trying to do this-this and this for years, and you changed all of that within weeks!” She shared this overture, not during pillow talk, but in casual conversation there in the coffee shop. Day by day we worked side by side, chunking away at goals and objectives; building relationships with local businesses so that I could exercise my talents for profit. The websites, tv commercials, book projects, all that… Ophelia helped me to pitch to those clients and close some significant deals along the way.

She had already made a pass, touching my leg under the table, right there in the coffee shop while we were going over business. However as the weeks passed, my resilience and my state of bachelor-syndrome caught up with me. She wore me down and I gave in. This woman really wanted some of this dick! I remember bringing the RV to my client’s home; a Fathers Day barbecue-event I had been hired to film. Running in and out of the RV for equipment, to offload video footage or to charge batteries me and Ophelia to constantly cross paths. She came along because I invited her to bring her and her little boy along. And then there was that moment when she was sitting close to the exit of the RV and she stole a kiss. I have been 1000% honest in this testimony, and this interaction is also the truth: for the first time in my life a woman stole a kiss from me! LOL!!! Not only was that super ironic and impressive all at once, but my pretend anger faded into the night. Ophelia made it clear that she wanted me; and she subsequently supported it with a $10,000 investment into my new company! Whoa! She said something about a 401(k) that wasn’t being put to good use and her wanting to “bring more to the table.”

Again with my pregnant pause; “Okay!?”

And for three or four months, I was now faced with a new reality; a woman who in her early 40s (my so-called age range, according to a close friend) had an axe to grind. Meanwhile she was also jaded from some failed past relationship with her baby-daddy. Yet that scar did not stop her from also hunting for a that next man in her life. I get it. And I inevitably got it.

 Sex with Ophelia left no stone unturned and felt like she had something to prove. Perhaps it was her knowing that my last girlfriend was 10 years younger than her? Perhaps it was all of these young women who I worked with as actresses and so on and so forth. Whatever the case, Ophelia was on a “swallow or die” rampage. It was reminiscent of my relationship with Rose. It was reminiscent of my earlier relationships at 19. And later in my early 20’s or 30’s. I don’t know if there’s a target on my head or that I’m listed in some kind of “suck-him-off registry” but once again here’s my epic shoulder shrug.

“How can you blame me?”

“Waddaya want me to do?”

“Hey, i can’t help it. I’m just a man?”

I kid you not; Ophelia had this love for TuPac and Hiphop, and that sort of allowed me some transparency into her psyche. I mean the rappers and singers perform this shit and you ladies chant it all day like these are some kinda bible verses. Even the R&B divas and crooners do the same. Who can forget Destinys Child praising thugs that carry big things, and later Beyonce chirping about giving oral pleasures in the rear of the limo.  And this is not to shame The artists who sing or rap this content; just saying that the access to it all has moved and inspired and encouraged generation of impressionable fans (and the so called “culture”to practice and agree with the routine. 

So it’s to be expected that the fans also dreamed, imagined and thought about practicing it. (My shoulder shrug goes here). But what took the cake was when I found a little  unpublished  blog post Ophelia kept on her password-protected MacBook. The Word doc explained her perspective on how sucking a man’s dick, and doing it to completion was something she wanted to enjoy and practice with “the right man.” It went so deep as to explain how swallowing a man’s semen was some show of extreme love, passion and devotion.  It was signed by her and it left me with the insight of a man who’d discovered his lover’s hidden diary. But would I take advantage of that “inside information?” That “exclusive intelligence?” Naw! OF COURSE NOT! Who do you think I am?! And inside trader? What do you take me for, an opportunist? But then again, who am I to deprive a woman of her hidden desires? 😳 That, my friend (before you twist your face at me) was nothing less than getting the inside scoop and then acting on it. But then isn’t that Rule #1? Give a woman what she wants. 

And can I tell you that Ophelia had some demands that worked that last drop of cum from my body. The many occasions that we left the coffee shop on these 30 or 60 minute “time outs” were legendary. By the time Ophelia and I were in our exclusive relationship I had already worked this magic scenario on my own, convincing one woman or another that a trek all the way to Conyers (from wherever) was worth the hour-long bus trip or car pool. Women came from as far as California (and of course everywhere in Atlanta) to see me. We’d have coffee and conversation that weighed heavy on my social media and text game. Together with whatever influence I’d earned and the sexy one-on-one conversations, my leveraging was all about one thing and one thing only: the emancipation of my ejaculation. So by the time Ophelia was in the picture I had it down to a science. 

Even if she was sitting a few tables away, I’d send her a text in response to her constant and sometimes annoying need for sex.

 “Okay, you go first and I’ll be right there. Have your tits exposed and be on your knees by the time I get there…” 

Were these some man-sized shenanigans fueled by my chauvinistic fantasies? Yes. Is this the blueprint of a man with little money and some lame-assed, semi-celebrity appeal taking advantage of a horny woman trying to find her happy spot in the world? Indeed it was. But there’s this part; Ophelia was a grown assed woman, not forced to do shit… out-gunned by a man who used his way-with-words to achieve his happy endings. Did I lure her in like a fish with a hook? I believe I did, as if the natural order of things. No different than you lowering your wife or husband, girlfriend or boyfriend. We all use or spend or sugarcoat something else to get what we want. She was an attractive, physically fit tennis fanatic who was hitting me with these non-stop requests to “step outside.  Sure she had a mind of her own, but it felt more like she was somehow lured-in even if she always had the option to say “no, not interested.” But did she do this, or did she agree with it all?


So, as if we were scheming teenagers trying to sneak out from our parent’s watchful eyes… as if we were hiding in plain sight so the rest of the world wouldn’t find out about our quickies, every now  and then we negotiated this “supply and demand” out there in my mobile home. Yes, this was out in the Starbucks parking lot, unbeknownst to the rest of the world, with me trying not to rock my the vehicle during these submissions, during our grinding. I mean, the endless flow of cars, trucks and traffic in the drive-thru was a constant; all of it crawling past us just ten feet away in convertibles, in the midst of some country music, and everyone knows the drive-thru melody by no: “welcome to Starbucks what can I get for you today?” Yes, all of these different levels of atmosphere serving as the soundtrack while my nasty, selfish give & take played out. It was this crazed conscious mindset I had swirling in my head… my own cloud of thoughts  swirling around in my head that, on one hand, kept me from rocking the boat (or, the RV) and maybe having the police summonsed. Shit, half the world isn’t getting this kind of sex-on-demand, in a public shopping area (so to speak), and really with no strings attached. So I can’t blame folks for being jealous and/or disliking my ways and means. At the same time, I also didn’t wanna risk my relationship with the store, which in turn would separate me from all the friends and clients this Starbucks allegiance blessed me with. On top of all of that, I couldn’t engage for too long. Afterall there was always work to be done, projects to complete. And if not, there were sales to be pursued so that there would continue to be work and projects. I had to keep all of this in mind if I was gonna stay productive and in pursuit of my life-sized passions, except I couldn’t shake off this other throbbing, life-sized desire. And still, I couldn’t shake this real-time, hands-on female energy working beside me as a business partner… a woman so damned  RELENTLESS, who without hesitation was dropping to her knees to pleasure me time and again. Add to that, I had become an expert at receiving all this joy while holding back my own loud and rambunctious animal tendencies. Hell, people had their windows down, antennas up, country music playing as they starved for their next cup of coffee! That’s a lot of imaginations on high alert!

Many times, when I was hitting it from behind, I had my strong grip on Ophelia’s mouth, muffling her unbearable cries. There were other times when my Feise created a vice grip around her neck during the oral sex. And, as if I was testing the distance I could go with this tennis nut, I had learned to palm a woman’s face with both hands/as you would a basketball. Or maybe this was something like a makeshift mask, and that simple act took my mind to another place, as though it didn’t matter what woman’s face I had hidden in my grasp. In this position I could imagine most any woman from past as well as any woman who I might of dreamed about. I guess I’m a brother with a twisted sense of reality, right? 

But check it: even in light of my outrageous sexual overtones, there were also times I had to say no. I had to turn down some of these time-outs of hers because it would interrupt my workflow and suck me dry of my personal energy. Shit, all this sex meant the need for more than hot coffee and a bagel. The diet had to be right. There had to be enough sleep. And more than anything else it was tough to be pulled away from work I had to do. If I wasn’t working I wasn’t making money. If I wasn’t making money I wasn’t feeling the progress. It would pull the focus out of me. Listen to Kanye West tell it; rapping in “This Way”: “ I dont know what’s better, gettin laid or gettin paid. I just know when I’m gettin one, the other’s gettin away

 Sheesh! A man’s got to maintain some kind of work ethic to stay in business…  to stay, well, afloat. As I always say, “No money, no honey.”   Right?

 So was I right when I suggested, “this is a movie?”

My kiss and tell testimony takes another turn with Chrys who I din meet in STARBUCKS, But like Rose, I met Chrys “on set” it was actually in a hotel lobby that we met, where I took a break from filming for a client. A client who I met (guess where, I’ll wait…) Yup. Its this one degree of separation with all that I’ve been up to lately. One  degree of separation from Starbucks. 

And different than the previous relationships, Chrystal was living in  a “real” traditional family setting. She wasn’t in between housing like Rose had been. She hadn’t been evicted from her baby daddy’s life such that Ophelia told me about. No, Chrystal was living with a supportive family. Even if they were all running to their own bedrooms, secluded in their own worlds except for seeing one another in passing… or on lil family outings. It was stil considered a family, and there’s always that resource when folks agree with, have faith in, and practice the idea of “Family First.”

 Well, when I met Chrys it was in that hotel lobby. Prince sang: “i knew a girl named Nikki, I guess you could say she was a sex fiend, I met her in a hotel lobby…” Exactly. She was idling there, admiring some signage that promoted the reason she’d come to the Marriot in the first place.  I took one look at this woman and I was sucked-in. I made myself known. She was open and receptive. In record time she explained that she was there with her mother promoting their family business. At once and most authentically, I exclaimed how necessary it was to meet her mom. And then that happened.  Things got a little deeper when she told me she was from around my way, back in New York. So, I imagined we were definitely meant to be! Indeed, Chrystal swept my heart away! And then the calls and text messages progressed. And then there was that first date at a fashion show where I was partially working, but able to film from where I sat.

Thing is, where the relationships leading up to Chrys we’re all stapled with sex just weeks after our meeting, Chrys and I didn’t arrive at that junction until nearly 5 months of constant contact, dates and those almighty xoxo texts. With this woman I can honestly say that my intention was marriage and future and even children. Her attributes included consistence, a super-affectionate touch and a conscious attention to my voice. She was just beginning to dig into business and so my world of experience was helpful and felt good to see her wear my advice. But when I think back to the courtship and intentions, I realize that this is (or was) no different from the others. Even tho sex came easier with the Rose and the Ophelia, I still wanted a future with them. I was all-in from jump. No back-peddling. No wavering. Focused. So when I analyze “me” I can say (despite my demented, disgusting and even at times disturbing) ways that I’ve “conquered” and engaged in this carnal activity, I was still conscious and present and determined to see things through. But Rose? Twisted and money-hungry. I mean, yeah, she wanted it in her ass and satisfied me before heading off to work, but when she randomly said “I’m used to being taken care of…” instead of “baby, we’re a team, and I’m gonna do my part” and when I put that together with her cousin zeroing in on and then getting pregnant by an NFL star… when I couple all that with her momma and how she was so proud of herself for landing a man with good credit who got her this new house and so on and so forth, I realized that this was the family practice! And these were some of the red flags I was ignoring while in the psychosis of her sex. But hey, I’m not mad at their hustle, cuz it’s hard out in these skreetz. It’s just that I saw something different when I met and learned about Chrys. The difference between a self-starter who had means and intentions of her own, and a woman who wanted to be “kept,” was so night and day-obvious. 

But there was something else that lured me to Chrys. Her performance of innocent, insulated black girl was so alluring and believable. I can’t lie I tried to crack that code for a long time and just inevitably said “to hell with it.“ I had to teach her how to give me head. I had to encourage and push her to talk dirty to me during sex. Even when she did talk dirty it was with perfect pronunciation LOL! I mean there was just no cracking this code I had to believe what I was seeing and hearing and experiencing. And truth be told it was all so lovely. 

Most memorable quote from her was “all you need to do is call me and I’ll bring you your pussy“ and I put that to the test and there was just no denying her want and desire to be my partner, my lover and inevitably my wife. I guess I just had to go ahead and believe her story of being one of the last one’s standing: no children, early 30s, pretty as fuck, hot body, head on her shoulders, and attracted to me!? This woman was unbelievably a dream come true; hence the reason I was all in. I mean I said face-to-face with her and said “I don’t think you get it that I want us to be forever.”

But there were occasions when I got the idea that she wasn’t all in; that she didn’t believe what I professed. And quite frankly that back and forth conversation and the feelings and emotions behind it all is the reason we do or don’t subscribe to long-lasting (everlasting) love. At least that’s how I rationalized the break up between me and Chrys. She was not all in; some hesitancy filled the space between us. That and the 40minute distance contributed to a weakening link. And the big red flag that we were over and done with was how she continued to press me for information on how to help her earn greater increase with her branding. She wanted as much of my knowledge and/or as many of my resources as possible before we came to an end. So was a point that I knew we were doomed. Oh yes, and that “family first” element seemed to always interrupt our progress, whether it was the epic event of meeting her “real father“ or the responsibility she took on as a taxicab service for her granny or some other complication. I’m not even mad at her for not taking the deepest dives or making the decisions (or lack thereof) that hurt the bond we had, because again, it was just right and all love, even if for a season. Ophelia was the type of woman who you just could not get mad at. And she had a surprise or two up her sleeves, such as our trip to Florida, and then the real eye-opener was not just her being all-in on having sex in the back of my BMW, perhaps facing arrest for trespassing and indecent exposure. There were also those occasions when I moved locations with my RV to a wooded farm. Ophelia didn’t have a problem going out into the woods and squatting to urinate (in 30 degree weather) since I don’t use the septic system in my RV. I mean what kind of woman would do something like that unless she was down for the long term or, if she had some other lil ulterior motive. No matter, I just know that… well, I just can’t help thinking that we could’ve done better and that she sabotaged the relationship.

In between the Roses, orchids, chrysanthemums were short-lived lilies, daisies and wildflowers. One-night-stands. Quickies. Weekend staycations. It’s a rainstorm of names and faces and memories that were fleeting and enjoyable, if just for the thrill of the chase.  How can I forget the quotes they blurted like “Real women swallow” or when a local, married woman wanted to give me money to help out with my progress; but said to me “all I can afford is $100” before she stripped and sucked and sinned. And what about the time one woman suddenly froze during the grinding and thrusting… in a hotel room, a sudden cramp  stabbed her thigh with a jolting stiff pain and she cried out in a shriek before telling me “it’s been a long time” she explained.

And in every scenario, this was “the one.”  Well quite frankly, she may never be the one. But I always measured my rendezvous’s as wife material or not. This or that woman had all the right stuff, perfect “marriage material.”  Always me trying to build the woman I wanted in my life, rationalizing why this makes sense, why this one will work even if she smokes now and then, and oh my God this is definitely the one, if only she wasn’t such a slob! Wow my best friends who know the stories must’ve laughed every time I made these overtures. And I can honestly say I meant it; these relationship start-ups pulled up my best intentions and best foot forward. So just because I’m doing the most sexually doesn’t mean I can’t be a good man with purpose and goals.

And now that I’ve purged, and now that at least 3 women are going “Oh no he didn’t!” How about if I suggest that this is all a “what if.” And what if this never happened and I was lying all along? How are you dissecting my truth from my lies? How are you analyzing my timelines, my details and the glue (or coffee) that keeps it all together? Most importantly I gotta ask, “but did you die?”

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So here it is years after my flower arrangement, and a year deep into my latest greatest relationship, and again it’s the 30-something with the business mind and the mindset of loving me unconditionally. Again it’s a beautiful woman with a great appetite for me and claims of undying devotion. Hey I’m with it! But at least I’m consistent with what I want in my life? No shame there. The only difference now is this one… this love of mine… this woman who has been everything to me has lasted a year and counting. And no, I did not meet her directly or indirectly relating to Starbucks.  Maybe that was the ultimate determining factor here… finally, I found a life & a love outside of Starbucks.☺️

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BE MY WHORE! PLEASE BABY? A DIVE INTO SEX vs LOVE.

So, our first date was actually coffee at the supermarket called Kroger. Yes there’s a coffee shop in this Kroger; and yes this might be considered an unconventional or a cheap-date, different than your customary pizza shop, fast food, restaurant-date. Nice girl tho; met her online over year ago (when I was in-between relationships) and no need to mention names. Nevermind that I can’t recall her name. (That will mean something in a moment; wait for it…)

It was less than a week before we got comfortable “Netflix and chillin,” her laying across my lap, the fondling, the kissing and then the bedroom. When I tell you that her body was the scariest site I’ve ever experienced that would be mean, and maybe politically incorrect, but it would also be a spot on understatement. How desperate must I have been to look past the red flags here, how she made excuses about her “not maintaining any physical fitness regimen”… how she more or less wanted my bedroom dark as we began to affectionately entangle into the night… I would like to say that when she undressed herself this was a sight to behold. But in fact, as she shed those clothes and then the “body magic” that had been holding so much in place, her truths unfolded before my very eyes. It was as if years of fast food was all hanging there like ornaments. No, not a little overweight, but folds on top of folds, bruh! As if her skin was just melting off of her body. She didn’t have kids and maybe there was some other excuse for this but keepin it 100, that has nothing to do with me or what I want in my bed. My conscious thought was (and probably still is) in absentia when my hormones are raging. And historically, of the sexy vixens that have been in my bed, the majority of them were extremely attractive, in shape and worthy of any essence magazine issue; that is the older issues that weren’t forced by society to get politically correct with all those thin & curvy models imprinted on our minds over the decades. But this particular candidate, while she had the pretty face, there was nothing blinding me from this failed physical appearance.

I’ll take the liberty to speak for so many men/whether they admit it or not, and I’ll testify that things become blurry when we want that sex/especially when its right there in your face. And I didn’t even bother to ask myself how I got here. I had to be so desperate to ignore the red flags that would have us as a miss-matched couple? Indeed I was desperate! And what does miss-matched mean after all? Well it really doesn’t mean that one person is worse off or better off than the other; it simply means that you are either happy with your partner or you are not.

 

FACTS# Everybody is not your best sex candidate.

And while I simply was not happy with what I was looking at, the bigger question was: what was I to do now? We were already deep into the second quarter approaching halftime; you know, how one of us will excuse ourselves from the bed to go run for towel because shit is about to get wet.

She was undressed. I was half-clothed. That was a signal if nothing else, that I wasn’t the least bit interested in sharing my all with wassername. Yet I can speak for us both when I say (despite all) we were still partially intoxicated with lust. And despite how things looked, that didn’t stop the fact that I was an engorged, horny manimal. In fact, the idea that this woman was not the best candidate practically turned on the green light for me to have my way in every extreme. And afterwards, tho I couldn’t help the guilt I felt, she expressed that this was “the best she’d had in a long time!”

The other thing was that while I decided not to share my sacred-matured-Mandingo body part with her (“I did not have sex with that woman!” lol @BillClinton), I also still intended to earn that release my body needed. I intended to satisfy that anxiety and my need for balance; balance that I made dinner for. Balance that I indulged in numerous phone calls for… and well, balance as the reward for the Starbucks coffee… at Kroger… yes, the supermarket, cheap date. LOL. Yep, it was the “Lewinsky” that left me satisfied. And by her responses, she didn’t mind being my whore for the night. And I’m not making excuses for my actions; whether you’re role-playing or not, a man releases some real animal aggression with a woman who will do just about anything in the bed for you. And its usually right after the orgasm that we’ll hold a woman (that we love and care about), or who we can’t wait to get up, get dressed and beat it. Since I am a man that gets what he wants, then you’d understand why or how I also get what I deserve. And for sho, at least on this occasion, I deserved exactly what I got. Hell I moved too fast on this one. Needed to research some more, see her in a bathingsuit… hell, join me in the jacuzzi and lemme see the package; the prize I’ve caught.

But it was also during this experience that I realized something else: many women, (maybe not all women) enjoy being used for the sake of sexual gratification. So don’t look at me funny because I’m being transparent about it all. Anything less is straight phony. At the end of the day we’re fuckin animals, some worse than others. Some of us that are talented get a little more leverage because we have more options than most others. We take more risks and many times exercise aggression in our sex, our art or at least our conversation. Sure, it takes  a certain will power to act what you imagine, but is this something new to you?

I have explored this in various books I’ve written, however I’m constantly intrigued and still surprised when the most beautiful women (many meaning Jennifer Lewis, Gabriel Union & Tianna Taylor, all of whom have most recently expressed their wild sides in their memoirs or music) accept and look forward to promiscuity, and the crazy-raunchy animal aggression that man carry in our jock straps.

We carry this shit like a virus too. Some men who aren’t even getting a hug are out there engaging in mass shootings and shit, so when I get my cup filled I should be grateful that some sex-crazed woman is actually stopping me from going mad like so many others.

Its only after the relief, the release and the balance when I remind myself that I really only want to physically engage with a woman who I love and adore. Of course that comes from a balanced mind, and that balance mind usually finds itself back to a state of normalcy after some extreme sexual release. The balanced mind of a man will return to a space of common sense, clear thinking and balance once that horny element (that cancer, if you will) has been removed. Extreme physical release has been achieved. Yes for the most part we’re talking about ejaculation but that can also be achieved through physical fitness or some other form of expression.

So to all men who harbor these similar feelings, express yourself. Say what it is. You just might be surprised what you find behind curtain number one. And God bless you if you’re able to sustain your relationship to get to curtain number 2. But by all means, I believe we want all of whats behind 1 and 2 and of course the full package including whats behind curtain number 3; and prayerfully that is “true love”.

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Mass shootings, random acts of violence, pain and suffering…

Tonight, somewhere in the world there are families experiencing great grief. The random school shootings yesterday are leaving empty beds, troubled hearts, helpless and lost moms and dads… grief, pain and suffering all at once. 

5/18/2018 (RELATED TO) MOUNT ZION HIGH SCHOOL

5/18/2018 SANTA FE HIGH SCHOOL, TEXAS

5/11/2018 HIGHLAND HIGH SCHOOL, CALIFORNIA

4/20/2018 FORREST HIGH SCHOOL, FLORIDA

Have we forgotten? Just months ago there was a great outcry from the young, angry and frustrated people marching all over the nation. Outraged. Loud. Fed up. And justly so, people are struggling for an answer to something where there have been no answers. Underneath it all i’ve been saying for many years that the way to address these tragic circumstances is with love. On the other hand I want to remind you that we are all to blame. For sure, Childish Gambino, JCole and even Drake with his million/dollar philanthropic efforts are certainly refreshing to the music scene. However, this world, or at least a large portion of it, agrees with violence and recklessness and misbehavior. It gets the most views sells the most advertisement and is usually the lead story at 5 o’clock. Over the past four decades I’ve watched how we’ve digressed from a Godspell, Partridge family, Brady Bunch-world to the bloody shit we see on tv and our communication devices everyday. The fighting, the weapons, the rage and senseless killings, all of it complete with soundtracks and commercials and endorsements of the greatest kind. Our vulgar, radical voices agree with the vulgar, radical personalities behind the music, tv and films. And then the content is not really censored at all since it’s embraced at the biggest sports arenas that drive the greatest audiences whether it’s music or sports. Tell me that there are censored versions of this and I’ll laugh at you, knowing full well that the clean version still promotes the dirty version. And the dirty version still promotes my point. Jesus. Did I miss the part where we replaced Neil Diamond with the latest raunchy rap at basketball games? And is that our local news agreeing with and promoting the hit TV shows today, essentially embracing violence and all things bloody and random? 

It feels as if someone tossed us all into the lions den, drenched in barbecue sauce. We are all likely to get bit. The ones hiding in the back of the crowd? Sure there are many bodies shielding the worst of the attack; however there’s no doubt that even the insulated and isolated among us are affected even if in denial of the realities at hand.

So it’s not rocket science that things not only have gotten worse, but they’re getting worse. Once upon a time it was “The Golden Rule,” the Bible and some sort of moral compass that we were taught to adhere to.

The books, films, TV and music; all of it has channeled death and mayhem. It has thrusted and force-fed violent, pornographic content to impressionable, already mentally unstable human beings that are now challenged with, exposed to, copying, mirroring and even imitating what we see. The most obvious of these are folks that are mentally disturbed. The least obvious of these are people that are just not loved. And wherever the roulette wheel stops, YOU ARE NEXT. Your town, your school, your post office, your work environment, some random public park, movie theater, a nursery school? How about an old folks home? Are they next? What’s the worst that can happen? 

5 WAYS TO PREVENT THE MASS-KILLING YOU’RE PLANNING

With so many possibilities, we cannot ignore the idea that the world is the Oyster of that next miserable, unloved human being who wants attention, who’s frustrated and imbalanced, with an ax to grind. This individual has access to some poison, some explosive device, some weapon, or some automobile. He or she even has the mental capacity to carry out some dastardly evil deed. Most importantly, this person is possibly living right next-door to you. They have a motive; this motive might be revenge, or the want for a hug. This motive might be that this person wants to be heard. It just might be that this person has been slighted or worse robbed of his or her ability to survive in such an entitled society. What does entitled society mean? Well to the one who is realizing a deficit in his or her life, entitled people have good jobs and status. Entitled people have those great relationships, connections and geographic conveniences. Entitled people follow those practices and routines that are set up to ignore the disenfranchised and oppressed people among us. And while there is so much to consider, so many levels to examine, the instant way of addressing this random virus that is traveling from east to west coast is to open your heart and show love to those around you. Yeah yeah this may seem real kumbaya in a world full of flying bullets and immanent threats, but on the fly, in that very instant before the trigger is pulled, kumbayah might be all you got. Even if you have a bulletproof vest and arm guards all around you there’s still those outside of your fortress that you care about and love. And just as they matter to you, so too will that pain touch you inside of your insulated world. 

Finally, because my commentary is not likely to reach the individual who needs it most, I put you to the task fellow readers and those who My words reach… i’m not suggesting that we erase all the ugly content in the world. What I am suggesting is that we embrace a balance. Or at least,  embrace our neighbors. I’m suggesting that while we are vigilant and protective and cautionary, we must also be kind, and considerate, and peaceful. Love someone near you. Help someone near you. Lend a helping hand or at least an ear so that they might be heard. You may be saving a life.

#done

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My Own Affirmation For Love

I sometimes feel we are trapped in a time and space where we are all looking for redemption and Justice and Revenge and some retaliation. Some, more than others, are so stuck in that space that they cannot grow. They embrace their victimization as opposed to diving into their future and their progress, the overcoming and the success. And here’s the thing: if you can live to get there you are more or less guaranteed to overcome. And if you work hard enough you are guaranteed some level of success and most certainly, or at least, you will progress. Naturally, there are isolated incidents that, because of our instant access to media, sort of cluster and seem trendy. But only when you open your mind and see things from other perspectives, outside of your immediate comfort zone and geography, you will realize that life for many is pretty amazing. In the end, life is what you make it. And, the way you look at life most likely directs your certain outcome.

If somebody says something that bothers us, we point fingers and  place blame. If our circumstances are not what we’d like them to be, again we point fingers and place blame, versus making the necessary adjustments for different outcomes.

We will place blame more often than shouldering responsibility! Even if it IS our fault! WHO’S THE SCAPEGOAT?

Now of course my theories are not all cut and dry and black and white and set in stone. But for the most part, I can see the rhythm nation and how many have adopted these practices.

So for sure we have been miss educated. For sure we have adopted negative practices. And I realize the cards we’ve been dealt are not all pulled from honest decks. But now that so much information has bombarded us and now that we have our own conscious and careful Analysis to weigh on the things we see, hear and experience, it is on each of us to use this information for our own progress, our passions and our inevitable purpose. 

Yes yes yes we have certainly learned some wicked ways and means in how to cope, how to overcome and how to excel, despite the odds against us. We’ve learned how to fight back, how to call for help, and that we must choose our battles wisely. Yes media and movies and imaging has also taught us some defaults on how to navigate through this hot mess. However I am clear and convinced that the best way to move through life is to move with love. I even must unlearn ways I’ve been taught to move and groove through this life. I must unlearn things I’ve learned and I must rethink the way I handle all engagements. And still I must even a sure and affirm to myself that love is the answer. That means speak with love, act with love and decide with love… Even if it’s tough love that must be executed. 

Loving on Friday yours truly Relentless Aaron

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We’re Very Excited to Be Involved With the hype relating to SUPERBOWL53!

TEAM RELENTLESS will be hosting over 1000 guests who are coming to Atlanta to enjoy SUPERBOWL53. We’ll not only be securing hotel rooms for our guests, but we’re also throwing what we’ve entitled “The Biggest SuperBowl Party Ever!” Naturally, this is a great big undertaking, with a lot of important moving parts, so stay tuned as we roll out the announcements over the next few months such as “Who’s hosting the party?” “Who’s Deejaying the party?” and finally, “Who’s performing at the party?”

Having produced hundreds upon hundreds of live stage shows from New York to Atlanta, nothing is more thrilling than this event, this weekend and this journey to February 2019! Stay tuned!

The Zealot Culture – Blowing Hot Sabotaging Air

After all I’d done to make her feel safe, comfortable and secure (at least enough time for her to get herself together), and now, so suddenly, here I was in the middle of an argument. 

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AS IF IT WAS YESTERDAY… PRODUCING MY FIRST MUSIC VIDEO IN GEORGIA

Okay so I have a confession: yes! I’ve known this artist FOREVER! He’s an old friend from Mt Vernon, NY. We lived blocks from one another. I’ve been to his family home in the Vernon, as well as here in Atlanta where he nests his new family. So when moving here to Georgia was a reality… when showing the world I had “the stuff” was a necessity, My buddy Eric (smartly known as “E”) stepped to the plate and we made it happen. However, the backstory to this music video is bananas…

Keoshia and R&B singer/songwriter/producer Eric McCain right before we began shooting the music video for “I LIKE THE WAY YOU DO ME”

Damn. She look good, even before we gettin started? Somebody STOP her! — with Keoshia Abrams. TIE DESIGNER Thomas Allen fixing Keoshia’s tie.

The dream home that we used in Alpheretta was secured the night before when Eric & I were suddenly invited by the homeowner. “Oh, we happen to have a filming here tonight. Come on up.” An hour later, we were mingling at a black-tie affair…the next morning, 7am I was hard at work…

As a sidenote: the housewives filmed this episode/segment at the same house, the night before. I was there at the end of their shoot to meet some of the ladies and to qualify the location for our filming

Another Superpreneur Summit This Coming Sunday…

3 Chefs, A Film Screening, and the Entertainer Donnie Long all set for this Sunday. Arrive at 6:30, but RSVP for sure since this is a living room event. Space is limited.

Superpreneur Summit

Sunday, May 6, 2018, 6:30 PM

The Relentless House
237 e Simon Terr nw Atlanta, GA

7 Members Went

• What we’ll do: we’re so excited about our next gathering. Not only will we be eating the special dinners prepared by three or more chefs. We will also have live music performance. And will we have a celebrity guest as we did before? Well you’ll just hafta wait and see! Also, also, also… WE WILL BE SCREENING THE ENTIRE 18MINUTE EPISODE (episode …

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MY OPEN LETTER TO KANYE WEST

MY OPEN LETTER TO KANYE WEST: Bruh if what someone says makes you take drugs, get lipo etc… if anyone makes you “scared” relating to your vision, YOU ARE THE ONE WITH THE ISSUE. Don’t blame someone else for your own failed self esteem!? You’re talented and opinionated, and (overall) I believe we love your energy. But your main issue? Is that you think you matter. You think that what you say matters in the universe. It doesn’t. When you leave, there will be a few soundbites in your wake. There may be a school program, a food dish and a couple books named after you. But thats not gonna shake the earth, solve starvation, homelessness or poverty. Kanye you are but a mustard seed in the bigger universal equation of haves and have-nots. Except, that you speak, act and likely think that you own the milkyway. Bruh, get back to the music. Fuq what anybody says about you. What, if they say you can’t see straight you’re going to dig out an eyeball? Miss me with the bullshit, Yeezy. Get your life right get your mental right and stay in the game as we love to see you. Yeah we love to see you go off the hook but please be clear that it ends there. And it’s getting played; your rants on tv and on stage are boring me. And trust that we are not in control of your physical fitness, your mental health or your spiritual health. Man up bro because all of that other shit you say is just entertainment. Don’t let it crossover and takeover your real world; the kids, the family, your well-being. Peace

HERE’S THE FULL VIDEO:

AND ONE MORE THING… Kanye brought attention to “400 years” which goes deeper than just indentured servants and wanting to stay on the land that we tilled and picked cotton on. Its deeper than “wanting to stay” He’s bringing todays arrogance and attitude to a time when we didn’t have the tools, know-how, etc to fight back against whips, chains, guns, and most importantly THE LAWS which made us “property” and which “kept” us locked down to plantations, owners, masters and such. You sound pretty brilliant, and we likely both enjoy Kanye’s music. But I think we’d both agree that dude needs a history, some mentorship, a drug program, or ALL OF THE ABOVE

Dear Carl Hancock Rux:
Kanye will make lemonade out of this. We must remember that his poetry… his energy, his randomness is what evolved him into an even bigger superstar. We must also be responsible African Americans and look after our own, especially the ones who are mentally challenged. You say you gave up on him years ago, which tells me you agreed with him early on and up to a point. As much as I also admonish Kanye for his “stuff”, I realize that we are all still bouncing back from those 400 years. We are all dealing with post traumatic stress disorders. We are all disconnected/part of a failed people who are in need of TLC; some of it in the form of Tough Love. Some of it in the form of chinchecks, Kanye wasn’t this reckless before life got to him. And maybe it’s me but I don’t want to throw away our folks/especially the ones with value. Let’s talk about how we’re gonna get him better. Love ya Carl. I still want to produce a video for you!

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Do It With Love

My daily podcasts have begun. I’m taking this all the way. Encourage me by commenting, sharing, etc. If what I share helps, inspires or fuels you, don’t be a stranger. Let me know.

SOMEBODY LET ME KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW!!!

We Sure Get Creative (or Desperate) When We’re Hungry

I know those days well, as they aren’t far in the past. I din know where my next meal was coming from. Yes, I had 2 pennies to rub together, bot ONLY 2, and I could feel them in my pocket while driving to Starbucks, gas tank on E, knowing that I was not only gonna make payroll (thats me and me alone, and the $300 in monthly expenses I was maintaining between phone bill, LA Fitness and Internet charges for websites I was servicing), determined to make something out of my nothing. Determined to overcome this negative thought process about my finances/blaming everyone I could think of, and also, still leveraging everything, going all-in on my life’s purpose.

And there goes that word purpose again, that bit about how we’re here to achieve a certain thing, that thing the world will know us for. “Find your purpose, master your craft, follow your dreams.” We hear that all the time. Meanwhile, my other brain is yelling “Fuck that hype.” My other brain is all about blame,  and he said this, and he said that.” And, damn if this din happen, I would be hurt in this or that way…” The excuses go on and on. And that brain is also all about taking wayward chances, and (oh yeah),

imma’ fuck without planting seeds, exhaust my fumes, and go back to business as usual, no strings. It’s a hard-knock life, bitch!

Yep. Voices, characters and images all fighting, breakdancing and playing God inside my head. But even as I can easily find my creative license and excuses why, how come and coulda-shoulda-woulda, it made way more sense and it was way more productive (in hindsight) to think and wonder “how, where, when?” and to imagine the benefits of those questions. Thats my truth (and yours too) to ask and answer questions, and to come up with conclusions, decisions and choices. The state of where you are now has so much to do with the seeds you planted 1 and 5 and 20 years ago. It comes down to deciding you’re here for the journey and not the sprint. It comes down to knowing the story of the bamboo tree and how it takes 5 years to sprout and how it requires watering everyday.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IX2DwEqkte4

The journey is being all-in on your strengths, on the relationships that make sense and which you’ve discovered value, on the disciplines that have proven wise and effective in your life, on your daily grind & agendas, and furthermore, your journey is about what works, where you’re most resourceful in your own life and in the lives of others. The journey will impose sanctions and play judge and jury, and you will realize reality-checks & balances when you fuck up in your quest towards your life’s purpose; in other words, when you fall off. Your journey will also bless you time and again, every waking day, once you open your eyes to see the fruits of your labors, your decisions and investments in time, energy and people.

True that: this race has seen many sprinters, but long distance running goes to the Kenyans, since they practice endurance and they embrace their rich culture and are indeed “all-in” on the investments of time, patience and energy they give to their calling; even if its by default. Giving up the pussy on the first date: SPRINTER. Circling or cutting around the 10 cars in front of you to cut the line, because you have no patience: SPRINTER.  Fast food ALL the time: SPRINTER.

So are you gonna go for the Instagram Coochie or  are you gonna get in deep with a face-to-face; spending that “real time” with someone you can give and receive with? Someone you can realize commonalities in and with whom you can engage because you are “like-minded?” Are you gonna make the decision in time and energy that will feed you and much as you do the feeding? Life is all about that give and take. That flow. And it’s real comfortable on this side where that reality flows constantly, when you can be focused in your efforts and those 24 hours we’re blessed with.

If you’re hungry and starved, it may have a lot to do with the decisions you made a year ago, whether it was about a person, a job, or even a night out partying. YES! One night partying can CHANGE YOUR LIFE!

In the end, I can’t save y’all but I can show you my blueprint.

I got the BOUCE-BACK FROM HARD TIMES BLUEPRINT.
I got the STAY SUKKA-FREE BLUEPRINT.
I got that DAMN, SHE FINE-BUT DAMN SHE AIN’T GOOD FOR ME BLUEPRINT!
I got the TURN YOUR LEMONS INTO LEMONADE BLUEPRINT!
I got the BE PATIENT & DON’T LIVE BEYOND YOUR MEANS BLUEPRINT.
And if you don’t know it already, you’ll know it now:
I got that MINIMALIST BLUEPRINT!

Family, when it comes down to life and getting what you want and feeling happy and fulfilled, I want to remind you that YOU NEED A BLUEPRINT! Thats a PLAN, GOALS, and AGENDA and ultimately a VISION. Having that and focusing on that will always having you living life on purpose, never feeling left out. If anything, OTHERS are left out of YOUR unique life’s experience!

And PLEASE DON’T FEEL THAT YOU’RE MISSING OUT ON ANYTHING when you see others progressing. Just feel inspired and thoroughly entertained by the success of others. Because (Uhh Monique? Daaaahling) you ain’t gonna be happy being bitter. All you’re gonna do is attract all the other miserable, desperate & hungry energies of the world. And at that point, you got just ONE asset left. So (shrugs) go ahead and take it off! INSTAGRAM IS WAITING!

Booyah

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Sidenote: so many actresses have fought and fucked to get up in the ranks of hollywood. Congrats to the actresses who have overcome.

Congrats Tiffany Haddish. No matter who won the 2018 Oscar award, it feels like you already won one yourself!