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The slippery slope of E-Hoein’(6)

“…Man, that shit I told her just fucked her up. She was so fine that she was used to men just falling down over themselves to get her. But I wasn’t like that and have never been like that. Just because a woman is fine don’t mean nothing to me and never did; I’ve always had fine women. For me to really get into them they also have to have a mind and think about something other than how fine they are…”
-Miles Davis, from “Miles – The Autobiography”

I read Miles Davis’ autobiography once, maybe twice a year. It’s obviously one of my favorite books. I usually pull it out when I need some inspiration. I was alot like Miles when I was a teenager. I simply said what I thought without really thinking or caring abt what people felt abt it. I think alot about getting back to that state of mind, and I think I’ve finally become comfortable enough with the idea to do it.  Each time I read the book, I catch somn that I hadn’t before. The above passage stood out this time.

I can’t lie. People on a whole disappoint me somewhat. But as I’ve gotten older, I dont let it get to me as much. We seem to be regressing socially, IMO. Women especially perplex me. I understand how they work in theory, but when it comes to dealing with em, I keep falling back on logic. As any one who deals with women knows, logic gets you nowhere. LOL.

The passage from Miles book hit me like a ton of bricks. A few weeks ago, a woman I know and am not involved with told me flat out, “You never pay attention to me!…”. Her saying that kinda shook me, because I think like Miles does. Even though I’m a Joe Schmoe lookin’ mofo, I’ve been fortunate enough to have spent time with some really physically beautiful women. What man doesn’t like fine women? It’s like good food-everybody likes it! But the outer beauty of a woman is only icing on the cake that decorates her inner beauty. Now, I’m no snob. I’ve been with women who may not be model material, but were otherwise were very attractive in their own way and that’s because of the substance of their character. The same goes for the fine ones, what really attracted me was what was going on inside of them.

A few weeks before that, I heard kinda the same thing from another woman. Now both women I heard this from are stunning and have dudes knocking shit over to get to em. So, Im thinking, “how much MORE validation do you need?…how much is enough?…”. But there I go again with the logic.

The answer is there’s NEVER enough. Women are insecure by nature, and need almost constant validation–ESPECIALLY if theyre young. You kinda have to feed it to em selectively. Give em just enough to keep going, but not too much cuz then they start getting egotistical and stuck-up. I always fuck that part up because I want them to know that Im into them for more than what’s outside, and I figure my attention, patience, and understanding will show what they mean to me. WRONG! WRONG! {(c) Charlie Murphy} I think Chris Rock said something to the effect of, “women need 3 things to survive: food, air, and compliments.” He may be right.

Which is why so many women strive to be entertainers. It’s a woman’s wet dream to be universally adored, envied, admired, and lusted after. Every woman dreams of walking into a room and having everybody stop and stare.

The thing that most people miss is that this kind of craving for attention is based in low self-esteem. The lower the self esteem, the further a woman will go to get the attention she craves. Once she gets it, its like a drug. She cant get enough and will do whatever it takes to keep it coming.

These days, far too many women confuse sexual liberation with sexually exploiting themselves. They put themselves on display for the attention of men. In the process, they reduce themselves to mere sex objects. Not fully formed people with hearts, minds, and souls-just willing sexual conquests with nothing more to offer than the easy access to their vaginas. Ladies, Im’a tell you a secret. A lot of you dont look beautiful, confident, or alluring. You look like a whore. That’s what us guys are thinking when your skirt is above your thighs and you’re making your ass clap on the dance floor. What do we do with whores? We fuck them and and forget about them. Im not trying to be mean, its the truth. We wont tell you that because were tryna gain access. But once we talk to our boys, thats what we say.

Dont get it twisted. Aint nothing wrong with confidence or sexuality, or confidence in sexuality. But that sexuality has to be balanced with respect for one’s self, being aware of reality, and a personal depth that would make someone be interested in more than just a casual sexual encounter. Like Chris Rock said, you may not be a hoe, but you might have on a hoe’s uniform. I’ll add to that that you may not even be aware of how well you play the hoe role. Depth is sexier than any streetwalker dress you can squeeze yourself into. Sexiness comes from within.

I dont even think there’s anything wrong with casual sexual encounters as long as both people involved have some level of respect for each other and are mature enough to know what they will get out of it and what they will not get out of it and can handle the encounters with discretion and class. Unfortunately, that too often isnt the case.

This new desperation naturally pops up in our entertainment.  Our popular female entertainers have no qualms about presenting themselves as tawdry objects of sexual fantasy.

I just saw this video a few weeks ago:

Yes, Beyonce is a beautiful girl. We get it. However, you can cut the desperation in this video with a knife. She gives us this empowered woman rap all the time, but before you know it, here she is doing a stripper routine. Rolling around on the floor, spreading her legs and sticking her ass out. What am I supposed to respect about that? Does the fact that she’s rich make it any classier or evolved than if the chick at the hood club is doing the same thing? Nope.

The Single Ladies video concept was sexy, but it was restrained and classy. As a music video, it works. In real life, it looks kinds hoe-ish. The slope is slippery. It obviously wasnt enough to toe the line for Mrs. Knowles-Carter. Not knowing when to quit, you can see her above stepping over the line. As slutty as that looks on screen means that it looks 100 times sluttier when you bust these moves.

Or we can look at Rihanna. I saw her say in an interview abt how she decide to quit Chris Brown because of the message that would send to young girls and that she realized that her decision was more than about just her. I gained some respect for her upon hearing that. Then her new album comes out and she’s everywhere in various stages of nudity. What message is that?

At this point, you’re going beyond entertainer. When everytime I see you, you are topless, nude, walking around with your nipples showing in a see thru shirt, wearing short skirts with no panties, or doing any other common raunchy shit and your music/acting/modeling is secondary to your image at BEST– youre not an artist, youre a hoe. A hoe in media. An E-hoe.

Even Madonna scaled it back when she took it too far with the Sex book and the world told her, “Madonna, you a hoe…”

These days, even straight up hoes have become celebrities. They just eschew the pretense of having some kind of talent and just get down to the nitty gritty. “You wanna fuck me, and Im going to use that to make myself well known.” From Pamela Anderson (whose recent antics as woman in her mid 40’s who is the mother of 2 young boys are just sad), to Superhead, to Tila Tequila, to Jenna Jameson, to video hoes, to internet models. Let’s not even talk about “models”. Models used to serve the purpose of demonstrating fashion. Now, youre more likely to see a model butt naked than modeling any clothes. Making your ass, titties, and pussy the MOST interesting thing about you has become a legitimate way to get people to take interest in you. It’s gotten so bad that even GUYS do it now. You got dudes walking around shirtless and greased and showing off their pubic mounds on social networking sites.

Remember that jag-off from Pretty Ricky flouncing around in his draws on You Tube? When women do stuff like that, we men admire the ass and what have you, but we still clown yall in secret the way yall clowned that dude openly.

I’m WELL aware that a good number of guys dont think about it that way. They just wanna get off on the masturbation/fantasy fodder. When they see Miss Non-Celebrity at the club dressed like a hoe and and doing hoe shit {(c) Fresh}, they scheme on the very real possibility of fucking. What they wont tell you is that they dont want their mothers, wives,  sisters, nieces, and daughters doing anything of the sort. That says something.

This culture of e-hoein’, or cyber-hoein’ is not only sad but disgusting. For the women and girls out there who are not public figures, that e-hoein’ too often turns into real hoein’. The rapes, the beatings, the abandoned children, the sexually transmitted diseases, and the short lived sex worker “careers” are the results. Next time you pull som hoe-ish out of your closet or set out to the dance floor to simulate sex with a stranger, remember–everyone in the room and everyone who sees you is clowning you in their heads. The guys are thinking of ways to swindle you out of some quick pussy and the other women in the room who arent participating in the hoe-style activities are repulsed by you. If youre lucky, someone might pity you and wonder why you dont love yourself enough to do better.

The huge irony in all of this is that the folks who are into this kind of new age exhibitionism sometimes turn out to be not very sexy people at all. its just role playing and copycatting. Get them in bedroom and you feel like you could have had a V-8.

“Beautiful as Betty was physically, she didn’t have any confidence in herself as a person. She was a high-class groupie, who was very talented but who didn’t believe in her own talent. Jackie and Marguerite didn’t have that problem, and so I was relaxed with them…”
-Miles Davis, from “Miles -The Autobiography”

Nothing I will say will change any of this, but hopefully more often than not, young women will come to realize that the thing that REALLY gets our attention is intelligence, elegance, class which blends to form true sexiness. THOSE are the women that turn heads in the room. Any man whose worth a damn will recognize it, too. The type of cats you meet doing hoe shit, naturally wont be worth a damn.

“See Betty was too young and wild for the things I expected from a woman. I was used to a cool, hip, elegant woman like Frances or Cicely, who could handle herself in all kinds of situations…She [Betty] was raunchy and all that kind of shit, all sex…I just didn’t pay much attention…the kind of shit she would do and with the other stuff she was doing I just got tired of it…”
-Miles Davis, from “Miles – The Autobiography”

Miles’ 2nd wife, Betty Davis. “Beautiful as Betty was physically, she didn’t have any confidence in herself as a person…” -Miles Davis
Miles Davis and Frances Taylor. Frances was the best wife that I ever had and whoever gets her is a lucky motherfucker. -Miles Davis
Miles Davis and Frances Taylor. “Frances was the best wife that I ever had and whoever gets her is a lucky motherfucker.” -Miles Davis

Again ladies, Im not tryna to put anybody down, I just think you’re better than that. Bad bodies and pretty faces are a dime a dozen. Find out what you have going for you that really makes you special. Let that be the thing that draws people to you. Nothing is black and white,  and a small touch of scandalousness is healthy–but at the right time and in the right place.

…and I say it with love. L-O-V-E.

In Memoriam Part 2: Michael Jackson – Long Live The King(48)

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Saturday June 27th, 2009

It has taken me this long to get my thoughts together.

I’m not trying to make this some definitive tribute statement, either…I’m just speaking from my soul…

Another Black man is gone before he could grow old…that in itself is a tragedy…but what makes it significant is that that Black man is the greatest entertainer ever…

Yes, I said it.

Michael Jackson is the greatest entertainer ever.

I definitely do not wish to shortchange James Brown. James Brown is the blueprint of modern Black music. Michael knew this and studied JB’s every move. He loved James—as a mentor, as an entertainer, and as a person. To me it speaks volumes that Michael came out of his exile to honor James when he passed….

Michael put his own issues aside and came out for JB when so may of JB’s disciples and progeny were shamefully absent….

James Brown lived a long life, and good sense would tell you that JB was older than what he said he was….so when JB passed, it was major but not unexpected…

I haven’t told anyone this until the last couple of days…Michael Jackson introduced me to music…It was because of him that I made up my mind early in my childhood that I would make music…

I’ve heard quite a few other people, famous and not, say the same thing over the past few days…

Over the years, I have defended him against unfair and false criticism…the thing that angers me the most about his life is the willful ignorance of those who hate him…

I’ve never seen anyone be hated with the fervor I’ve seen some people hate Michael Jackson…

I’ve heard people call for his death…and now that it has happened, I’ve heard people say that they are glad…

and they base these feelings on what exactly?

Because he was eccentric? I bet you there are weirder people in your family…

this didn’t start with the allegations, this hatred of Michael Jackson has been building steadily since 1987….I’ve watched it with my own eyes…

I watched the press start going out of their way to make it seem like everything he did was cat shit crazy…

“Bizarre singer Michael Jackson flew a kite in his yard today…the famously weird singer for some odd reason flew a kite for about an hour this afternoon ….some found the scene disturbing…”

Silly shit like that…

A real life example is when Michael bounced his baby on his knee to calm his crying…Martin Bashir acted like he was choking the baby…

Who DOESN’T bounce crying babies on their knee?

I think the thing I found most disturbing about the venom directed at Michael Jackson was the Black people who turned their backs on him…

Michael Jackson represented for Black people all of his life.

His career is based on his Blackness…

He paid for David Ruffin’s funeral.

John H. Johnson (publisher of Ebony and Jet) was one of his advisers.

He owned Sly Stone’s publishing and made sure Sly was taken care of.

His heroes were James Brown, Jackie Wilson, and Sammy Davis., Jr…he spent his 50th birthday listening to James Brown…

There are rumors that after acquiring the publishing rights to Little Richard’s songs, Mike gave them back to Richard…not sold, gave…

Michael would bring in busloads of poor children South Central, Watts and other black populated areas of LA county to Neverland to have their run of the place…

Saul Williams said that his education was funded by part of a 25 million dollar donation by Michael to the United Negro College fund.

Michael was friends with Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton.

He loved to vacation in Africa and tried to spread the word about the historic and physical beauty of the continent…he stated that he believes all things come from Africa….

He made a song called THEY Don’t Care About US (feel free to read between the lines)

He loved the documentary Unforgivable Blackness about the story of Jack Johnson.

He made street dancing popular long before the breakdancing phenomenon of the mid-80s….in the mid-70’s, Mike was popping and locking. He always gave credit to the dancers in the streets, many times hiring them for his videos.

He made a video with real gang members, long before gang-banging became chic.

He made a video showing Black people as royalty in Africa.

His vocal style with all the ad-libs, scatting, and slang is undeniably Black.

Michael NEVER looked down on hip-hop…he reached out to, collaborated with, and mentored many young hip-hop artists.

He called Tommy Mottola a devil, loved to eat KFC (with the skin removed) and drink Crown Royal, his first date with Lisa Marie was to go see the Temptations and The Fifth Dimension in Las Vegas.

She asked him, “Where will we stay?

“In my room.”, he replied.

“Will we sleep in the same bed?” she continued

“Hell yeah, girl!…” was his answer…

was he not Black?

He had a perm and married a white girl…how Black is that?…LOL

I kid….but I never felt that Michael did not want to be Black.

I don’t want to focus on the controversy because that cheapens his legacy…as a man, he had faults…but who among us does not?

The plain and simple truth is the reason why Michael touched so many of us in such a personal way is because what his mission was….

he summed up it here, very succinctly:

“Love is my message….”
-Michael Jackson, 1980

he told us many times over the years…

“All the colors of the world should be lovin’ each other/wholeheartedly/Yes, its all right/take my message to your brother and tell him twice/Spread the word and try to teach the man/who’s hating his brother/when hate won’t do/When we’re all the same/cause the blood inside of me is inside of you…”

Michael Jackson was not just a simple singer and dancer…he was a revolutionary…

As a songwriter and producer, he does not get his due…he is the definitive for behind the sound…he is the funky one…he is the one with the gift…

he used Quincy to articulate his intent, but he did it without Quincy, before and after Quincy….

He is a musical genius…bar none…

His lyrics are rich with meaning and emotion…people get caught up in the spectacle and miss what he was saying…

“something’s soon to come over you/you just cant please the world and yourself/gotta start doing what’s right for you/cause life is being happy yourself…”
-Bless His Soul

“live inside cryin’ eyes/your touch/your heart/your warmth/lullaby/love to dream/don’t it seem/the tears/the pain/reality/

don’t cha know/these dreams I wish could be/the real you and me/I come running back to you/you push me away/you push/you push me away…”
-Push Me Away

“I am the damned/I am the dead/I am the agony inside the dying head/this is injustice/woe unto me/I pray this punishment will have mercy on me…”
-Who Is It

“this time I’m leaving all of my cares behind/I taste the good life and its fine/no more this pain and strife/this life’s willing to be/and I’ve got enough/and I know what’s right for me

I’ve done my time and I have paid the price/all you have to do/is state my name out loud/forget your worries/and let’s dance and shout/cause we’re here to live so free/Ive got to let me be…”
-Everybody

“the world keeps changing/rearranging minds and thoughts/predictions fly of doom/the baby boom/has come of age/we’ll work it out

I told my brother/don’t u ask me for no favors/I’m conditioned by the system/don’t you preach to me/don’t scream and shout

she pray to God/to Buddha/then she sings a Talmud song/confusions contradictions/the self/do we know right from wrong?

I just want you to recognize me in the temple/you cant hurt me/Ive found peace within myself…”
-Jam

“Now, I’m a man whose for all seasons/and what the city offers me/ain’t naturally/I live to greet the stars but there’s no stars to see/ I’m gonna search this world until I find my destiny…

If its the rich life/I don’t want it/happiness ain’t always material things

I want destiny/its the place for me/gimme the simple life/I’m getting ‘way from here/let me be me/cmon/let me feel free…”
-Destiny

These are words that came from his heart and his pen…incredibly profound words….a lot of us were listening…

This is why we felt Michael, because he reached out and did his best to make us feel, to unite us, to make us dance…

His voice is instantly recognizable…a beautiful, soulful instrument of both joy and pain…from his first songs to his last…

When I listen to Get On The Floor, I am captured by the breakdown….he breathes and scats in amazing rhythm…then he begins to chant:

“get up/wontcha gon’ get down/shake ya body/wont cha gon get down….”

he repeats this over and over….his vocal percussion blending in with the the drums and tom-toms…

he keeps repeating this until you feel like you are in some kind of voodoo ritual….he brings the groove back with a scream…he’s still chanting but harder…urging you to move…

the groove climaxes and he is whooping and screaming as if possessed…

when he comes back to the lyrics he is so exhilarated that he is laughing out loud while he sings…

he was feeling the groove as much as we were…we had no choice but to surrender…

many other folks my age, when we were kids, and we watched Michael sing and dance, he seemed to be a supernatural force of nature…he seemed more than human…

it was the little things…the glowing socks…the glowing pavement when he walked on it…the laser light behind him in Rock With You…it felt real….it felt natural…like he was some kind of funk sorcerer who knew magic…

Magic.

That’s the word that keeps coming up when people talk about Michael…his mystique and his brilliance made us think somehow, someway magic was real….

You watch him in The Wiz…and you realize that he really is The Scarecrow…

His music at its core…was primal…there was a combination of darkness and light behind it all…he could do the ballads and the smooth stuff….but when he was unleashed over a funk groove, that’s when we got the raw Mike…

songs like Workin Day And Night, Wanna be Startin Somethin’, Heartbreak Hotel, Remember The Time, Everybody…

We fed on his energy and we couldn’t get enough of it…

If you really listened to his music…I mean REALLY listened…he told us everything we needed to know…

One of his most enduring and heartbreaking songs is That’s What You Get (For Being Polite)…it is pure autobiography…

“love’s not harsh/love’s not bad/ but what he’s doing for love is so sad…

he wants to be so bad/he wants to be so bad/all the time/gettin in/thinks he can get out/something’s deep in side of him/eating up the pride in him/that makes him buy things for the girls/that’s what you get for being polite…”
-That’s What You Get For Being Polite

But even though we are grown men and women and we know that he is human just like us…we still have the notion that he is really some kind of spiritual force in human form…as we all are really…

But now that he has passed, it underlines with mean finality that underneath it all, he was flesh and blood…

All of that wisdom, artistry, energy, excitement, sensitivity and love seems like its been taken away from us….

People, my heart is heavy…because for all that the brother gave to us all,we did not return his love like we should have…

It is not just that it ends this way for Michael….for all the respect shown, the media still will not let go of their bigotry and disdain….they still allude and make innuendo…they fear his power and refuse to let the brother shine and go on to his glory like he deserves…

But then I think about it, and all of that wisdom, artistry, energy, excitement, love, and sensitivity will never die…Michael will live on forever…

We will never forget him.

We will still sing along, we will still dance, we will still watch and listen.

We mourn the loss of him not as a celebrity, but as a friend….he was a friend to us…

I listen to the people who knew him personally and I hear their devastation…I listen to what THEY say about him and I know I was right about him…if he wasn’t as special as he seemed to be, this might be just a little easier to take…

I’m not ashamed to say that I love Michael Jackson…and the world doesn’t feel the same without him here…

you kind of always expected him to be here…

Through his life, he taught me so much about life, music, compassion, survival, expression…and I feel I’m a better person for being a Michael Jackson fan…

I pray for his family, especially his parents, and his children.

I pray that people will show respect, restrain, and compassion now that he has moved on.

I pray that people will move away from the spectacle and really and truly re-discover his music and his gift…and even though its far fetched, maybe see him for who he really is.

Michael Jackson sacrificed his life to entertain us, to make us happy, and possibly teach us a thing or two…no matter what you thought of him, that deserves respect….

Michael Jackson is the greatest entertainer ever.

We will not see a phenomenon like him again.

Michael Jackson was more than the greatest entertainer ever…he was a great man…

and the world was a much better place when he was here with us.

He is The King.

I don’t know if these words made any sense to anyone, but I felt they needed to be said.

Rest In Peace, Brother Michael

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Thank you. For everything.

The one that got away…(0)

WTF is this, Scorp?

Here’s the backstory:

2000.

Dearborn, MI

My brother paid me a visit, so we decide to hit this new bar by my crib…

We’re standin around waiting on drinks…they got video screens errywhere…

This video comes on.

Wauw.

WHO is THAT?

I continue to shoot the shit with my sibling while keeping an eagle eye on this video…Im waiting for the end so I can find out who this bouncy young lady is…


The end credit comes up and it says Tarsha Vega…I immediately consult le internet…
Nada.
Zilch.
Zip.
Zero.
Nuffin.
not even a damn picture…
Apparently, this song was from the Rocky & Bullwinkle sdtrk. its a decent pop song…Im not offended by it…
she aint been heard from since…periodical checks over the last 9 yrs. with ye olde search engines came up with the same shit.
Nothing.
Today, I was at home and my inner voice said “hit the Great Oracle and see if Tarsha Vega is on there….”
Bitch, JACKPOT.
I see what I was lookin at…got the semi-boho thang happenin(which I’ve since cured myself of)…
She aint all undressed and writhing and tryna be all come hither….she’s rockin jeans, kicks, and a girl tank…perfecto.
hit Google again to find out what’s what….
besides the fact hat she’s from BK and that she did some back up singin here and there…again, goose egg…
so I’m looking at this video and enjoying my lil fantasy….then I see this:

um….this is a scene plucked right out of my g*ddamn fantasies…

do they even make women like that?

and she hollarin at a big dude?

F’REAL????

Sheeeeeeeeeeeit.

*schmooves eyebrows*

Tarsha…if you out there…and you see me at the local watering hole…

*fanger guns*

God and Marvin Gaye…(0)

In troubled times, I turn to God and Marvin Gaye…

The connection I feel to Marvin Gaye’s music is something very significant that I am not comfortable getting into here…

But I can say that whatever Marv’s failures were as a man… as an artist, God spoke through him…

In my eyes, Marvin was a minister…his words speak to the downtrodden, the sick, the poor, and the lonely…

He reminds us that the most important thing is love and that’s God’s will is that we give as much love as we can…it’s just that simple…

I won’t get too deep here…but I can say with all certainty that God is real…

You don’t have to be a holy roller or join any specific faith or religious organization to receive the benefits of God’s love…

Like Marvin says, God loves us whether we know it or not…

Some folks call on God only in times of trouble or need…and that is understandable…but He’s there all the time….

it wouldn’t hurt to give thanks to God when your life is on an upswing…or to thank him for the day you’ve been given…

there are some who dont believe, and while it’s natural to doubt…the proof is always there…

God has never let me down, turned His back on me, or been unjust…

I speak to him frankly like I speak to you, friend…he will understand…

if I am in need, God provides…

and he will do the same for you…

all you have to do is call on him…

the old adage is true–he may not give you what you want, but he’ll give you what you need…

I talk to God and I listen to Marvin Gaye.

…and I keep going on.

Thank you for your time.