Read part one here.
December of 2001 was a pretty fucked up time for me. I was slowing breaking down, I was spending less time with Corey because I was too involved with pledging or I just need some “alone” time. Life at home was stressing, I was paying the utilities at home along with my own bills. My mom figured that forcing me to do so will make me go out and get a high paying job with no regard to the job market.
Sorry to boldly interrupt my little Meme Marathon as if anyone really care. I wanted to take this time to answer a question posed a few post back by the great EJ: “What was the best relationship you ever had? The worst?”
I will be the first to admit it, I’m a black man who masturbates and I’m not ashamed of it. Its kinda like a drug and porn was the gateway. I don’t think I even really got into beating off until I started to porn. In high school I would be the first home and had bout 2-3 hours before anyone came home. I had time to find my dad’s flicks which my step-mom tried ever so hard to hide, either from us the kids or from my dad himself. I know where my dad got his stach, from my god-dad, my Uncle Lloyd and had boxes and boxes of flicks. You love going over there when I was kid, hoping that I could catch a glimpse of issue of Black Tail or see if I could pocket a flick (sorry Uncle Lloyd) and sneak it home. Most of the time I failed, sometime I suceeded.
By my junior year I had a nice little stach going for myself. And pretty much everyday I would be home around 3:30 laying in bed with the remote in my right hand and my dick in the left. I was sad and patethic then, no different then now. I don’t know if I ever would have choke the chicken so much in life if it wasn’t for porn. I really don’t have much of an imagination and magazines don’t do it for me (I need my pictures to move). I needed more stimuli to make the one-eyed monster throw up.
Now before I’m judged and labelled as a pervert, just know that I’m not the only one who looks at porn and shakes hands with the man, I just not ashamed to admit it. I have a healthy yet sparactic sex life and I’m safe & clean. Yanking my own chain keeps me outta trouble and I’m not spending my rent money on porn, not obsessing over or stalking any porn people. I don’t drain the main vein all the time, I barely have time to do it. I don’t have toys or gadgets, I don’t try to live out porn fantasies eventhough I did learn this on position from a flick thats as far as it goes. So as taboo as porn and monkey spanking goes I’m in lowest percentile of those who are masters in the Art Form
Someone told me today that I watch too much porn. Which is so far from the truth… If I were to break what I watch in percentages, pretty much 25% of what I is Law & Order, 60% is Cartoons/Adult Swim and the final 15% is pornography. I mean, yeah I have a genetic disposition to perversion but watching porn whether on the Intarweb or my numerous DVDs is not unheathly.
I still function in my everyday life and its not like I’m stroking my shit all the time. That happens in moderating. Like a true social outcast: I watch, I laugh, scan for all the good parts and then go to the start and fast forward to the good shit to jack off. I know I ain’t the only nigga who does it. Well maybe the first to admit it. LOL
Anyway… I was at CVS last night pretty much sucking up my paycheck with a new trimmer, toothpaste and some lube. But of course I got the wrong kind and didn’t notice until I got home. Got the gel and not the regular. Now I can’t take it back and bust myself out for being a perv. So its either throw it out or give it away. So any other perverts want an unopen bottle of Free Astroglide, just holla
BTW West Coast Productions makes the best flicks
Been too somber, too pissed off, too depress later so here a little brief story that I’ve been keepin since I got outta the hospital earlier this month.
Back when I had my accident, the neurologist had me stay overnight at the hospital, just for some observations and what not. Now cuz I head a head injury, the nurses and doctors kept me up all night. My room didn’t have cable tv, just some basic CBS, NBC ABC, FOX shit. Every two hours the nurse came to give me this IV shit… the IV was in the back of hand and my whole arm was numb. Now I’m the type that if I’m told to work, I’m tired but if I’m told to lay down, I wanna walk around and a nigga was tired of sitting on my ass not doing anything especially if I couldn’t sleep. But I guess even if I could sleep, the the hospital bed was hard as a bunch of bricks and I sleep on my stomach and that shit wasnt happening.
Anyway… long story short, I finally get to sleep around 5:30-6am after watching A Mad MAd Mad World and some National IQ shit on Fox and I get to dreaming bout a threesome with these two ultra chocolate sistas. I’m hitting ’em both up in my dad and step-mom’s living room cirrca 1996. With the oversize grey couchs and shit, now they have green chairs and blue carpet, anyway. I’m eating some ‘na-na’ on one, feelin on the other. It was a nice ass dream specially since never dream bout a 3some with 2 females. But to wrap this up… I was up in REM sleep and I happen to turn over and there’s a priest standing right over me. I woke up feeling so guilty that I’m bout to have a wet dream up in the hospital wit a major head injury, and there’s a priest standing over me asking the name of my home church. I’m rolling around to get back to my stomach to hide my hard-on and only church I can think of is one I have been to in almost 4 years and not to church I was just at and was bout to join. But I guess hindsight is 20/20. And for the record… I am going to hell.
