Monday, November 24, 2014

Nov 24, 2014. A sad day in America

I honestly don't know where to begin. As I watch the Nutcracker on what is officially my birthday (November 25) I do not sense the usual happiness and elation that comes with the day. November 25 is normally a day of internal reflection because it can truly be a day about me. What I have accomplished in the past year, what I need to do in the future. A personal inventory. This year I have to put that aside and look at my country and whats happening in it.

So looking at my timeline on Facebook and Twitter I am seeing sweeping generalizations and absolutes so I want to discuss those first.

The Looters are not the same as the Protestors

A lot of people are asking what does a taking Jordans and iPhone 6 have to do with Michael Brown. The answering is nothing. These people are taking advantage of the of the situation and unrest in Ferguson. They are criminals with no moral compass or humanity in my opinion. Simply, they are scum. 

Rioting is not right but it does makes sense

Have you ever felt like you weren't being heard? Like you didn't matter? If you have didn't want to do whatever it took to have your voice heard. Would you not react radically to get attention. That is what is going on in Ferguson. These people, my people are screaming for their own country to hear them. I don't agree with it but I completely understand. When you are angry and out of options, your actions change. 

Race is still a matter in this country

I know a lot of people believe that in this post Obama election time that race doesn't matter anymore. It does. Nothing has changed. Racism (personal and institutionalized) is alive and well in this country. We can see it in small things such as gay porn (look at the division there) as well as seeing how the police view black men. I'm 28 and my mom still worries about me when I go out. Not for crime or making bad decisions but of what other people might do to me a black man. After Trayvon she would ask "you aren't wearing a hoodie? If so take it off when you enter a store". One of the first lessons my father taught me was to be careful of the police. Be careful of how I move around them and what I say. That I cannot appear to aggressive or have an attitude even when I know I am right because I'm at a distinct disadvantage, my skin color. This is the conversation black parents have to have with their sons at 12. To save their lives. TO SAVE THEIR LIVES. Black people do not trust the police because Michael Brown isn't the first one to die. Unfortunately most of the Black Community doesn't see them as their savior and protection. Its sad but true but its because some Police officers act as the enemy. I always feel tense when I get pulled over or if they even follow me. Those times of being racially profiled stick with you. When you feel powerless you don't forget it or the people that make you feel that way.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

My Summer of Fun

So with 2014 there were alot of changes in my life. I gained a great new job,I lost the person who collared me and has the most influence in my life. The person who pushed me and encouraged me to be the best me possible. It was rough and frankly it was a big piece of why I abandoned the blog (which I wont do again). I began to get out of Detroit (IML and World Pride). After those amazing events I decided to go to a new place this summer. Where to go, Bearweek in Provincetown of course!

I decided to go to BearWeek was completely by chance. I met a gorgeous, hung, muscle daddy (who will be referred as Big R) at the Black Party (did I mention he was hung). Since I was still with my the man who collared we kept it friendly, (we actually only made out with a little oral at our first meeting). After we broke up I expressed my desire to travel and he offered his place (so sweet of him) and said he'd be delighted to have me. So we tried to schedule it but I was already slated for IML, and World Pride with no vacation days accquired. He had plans too. Finally the best weekend for us was BearWeek. I had reservations though. Although the bears I know are super friendly would this be an event for me and would I be accepted. I'm almost competely smooth, and lean. I'm not a cub or even a Koala. Big R reassured me so I was excited to go, I've never been to P-town and always wanted to go. The week of I get largyngitis and cannot speak. It hits me  THURSDAY and I leave FRIDAY.. Needless to say I freak out and worry about how it will affect me trip (I mean how can I say fuck me harder or sit on my face). That Friday night he picks me up from the airport, since hes a doctor he tells me what I have and how to get rid of it. We drive from Boston to P-town and go to town. This man's piece should be worshipped and I go immediately to prayer. After that he tells me he has a boy who wants to play and who am I to deny so we tag team the guy.

The next morning after we fuck each other brains out (he's vers with a muscle ass) then zip off on bikes to the pharmacy. Everything in this town is done on a bike and I haven't ridden since 1998. I got the hang of it and we were getting my drugs in a heartbeat. After that we went to eat. Normally on trips I rarely eat because I'm super busy or I get this weird instinct not to eat because I know I will be getting touched by God later. Muscle Bears though will make you eat. Even when I wasn't hungry they made me eat and this pup couldn't be happier they put (good) weight on me. Hours later too I could speak a little. Saturday night the vacation really started.

In the afternoon after walking around and round 3 of the day we met of Big Rs friends, Daddy B. Daddy B was another hot muscle Daddy. After seeing our initial chemistry and needing rest Big R sent me with Daddy B. Later he joined and I had one of the best sexual experiences of my life.

What I loved about P-town (besides the amazing sex) was the environment of P-town. I normally travel to big cities (London, New York etc) it was nice to just chill and have fun. The bars close and 1 and everyone is so friendly. I also met two great men I consider friends and I look up too. They are sweet and caring. I can't wait until next year.

Pup at the straight beach

Pool Party

Big R

Part of the trek to the gay beach

again, more trekking

pool again

can you see me

the pup again

Daddy B ass