Tag: thasamedifference
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Dig this: I’m a vegetarian that enjoys a good, long, cigarette with my wine from time to time. Newport’s to be exact, a pack of Cools as an alternative. I’m a tree-hugging minimalist who eats clean and lives by vegan hair and body products. I listen to Tariq Nasheed as I consider myself pan-African and […]
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Let’s end a myth or two. Women are often clingy after sex, BUT it is not always because the man was serving a mean pipe game, or because his mouth piece was that slick, or because the woman is hyper-sensitive, has low self-esteem and/or is gullible. Many of times it is simply science that has […]
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Click HERE to read PART 1. Remember the ‘Relationship without a Title’ guy (click to HERE to read that article)? Well, lets call him Clark. As you know, things started out pretty casual with Clark and I, the sex was hot, the wine was smooth, the pillow talks were strong. As time progressed we found […]
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NOTE: Story written in 2017, as requested, I brought it back. It was the first night and I didn’t hesitate to break all of the “Think Like a Man” and other self-help romance books’ top commandments, one of which being: Do not fuck on the first night. Welp…. I regret to inform Steve Harvey that […]
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It was a dreary day. Grey clouds hung over my love life the city of Denver. There was nothing exciting to see. My head was on reasonably straight, I was making good choices in life. I was in good health. Yet I was walking in a dismal haze wondering what it felt like to be […]
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“Mommy why you doing that? You don’t want to eat your cookies?” My confused child wondered why everyone had finished their desert except me. I wanted to tell him the truth; son, I’m tired of eating my own cookies, I want someone else to do the eating this time. I need someone to soak my […]
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I’ve always been the other girl. The side chick. The night time visit and and weekend escape. The island you wanted to visit, but never wanted to live because it was exotic, but not quite home. Most times I was a side chick involuntarily, being that the secret was kept from me as much as […]
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As a young black girl I grew up reading the best of Debbie Macomber and Sandra Brown, if you don’t know who they are, Google them and it will explain why I’m a corny ass hopeless romantic who believes that men should still pull up outside of your window on some mad corny-ish; guitar or […]
