Category Archives: Life

Butt I’m Just Asking

Is it fair to say that when a man asks to have have anal sex with a woman that he has homosexual tendencies? In addition to that very question should a woman be offended by the invitation to such sexual activity because it comes off as if the man is insinuating that her vaginal cavity is incapable of fulfilling his sexual desire?

Side note: As of lately I’ve caught up on the Transgender & Homosexual lingo and apparently the Tranny’s and bottoms refer to their rectal area as “Pussies” (pardon my lack for better word) and apparently because of this there are now two kinds of twats walking the face of the earth.  I mean to respectfully distinguish the female apart from the male why not just call it a “Mangina”?


Moving along…

So why would a man consider to pass off the daintiness and magical wonders of a “flower” to opt for a woman’s cess pool? Now let’s be very clear, I have absolutely nothing against homosexuality. I actually accept and respect it coming from a person who is candidly open about it. However I am very frightened by people who choose to be actively involved in questionable behavior and when questioned about said questionable behaviors one does not have answers. I believe that communication is the seed to any successful relationship no matter what plateau the relationship is on.  However, if a man can communicate what he wants to do it is only right that he is able to communicate WHY?

I’m not here to pass judgement because to each his own however, I believe that any two adults commencing in consensual sexual activity should be able to not only willing share their likes and dislikes in the bedroom but also understand one another’s mindset.

Let’s talk about sex…can we? How is it right for a heterosexual man to request to penetrate a woman in the rear end, butt (pun intended) when a woman goes anywhere near his anus he is offended? Women, have you ever had a penis accidentally fall into the wrong hole? Did it hurt? And on a scale of 1-10 can you rate your pain? I’m sure it hurt and to add a number to the accidental injury I’d give it a 10.

Personally I believe the biggest issue in the world today is trust. I believe that if liberation is your thing then great and the freedom with someone trustworthy is even greater. When there is a mutual respect relationships have foundations, minds are opened and an understanding is met.  Now-a-days sex is just something to do and a fraction do not even get to experience the flood gates opening to the land of euphoria.  In my opinion the majority rate sex as a nation wide excercise.  Who can say they do it to be intimate and actually mean it?

Is a man’s desire to booty boink like a crackhead chasing their first high? I heard that for the life of a stoner, in the height of chronic addiction they are looking for the best stuff to get the feeling of what it was like to be high for the very first time. Are men just having so much sex that they began chasing the almighty vagina looking for euphoria they can longer find – and somewhere along the line they are now convinced to believe that it may be found in the alley backside?

I say that to say this…with all these damn questions, can I get answers?

Who Said You Can’t Mix Business with Pleasure?

Saturday February 11th 2012 was intended to be just a simple ladies night.  A long term friend (now sister ) ran past me that Touch’e – formerly known as Reign was having an event.  What type of event?  I was not very aware of before stepping into the bar lounge but my motive was to ultimately have a good time.  From what I heard there was some changes to the ambiance of the club since previous management.  I envisioned walls knocked down, space being opened and bars being shifted around the room.  However, upon entry I noticed not much of a change.  Paint was applied to the walls, opposite of the upper levels bar the booths were removed and there you had it – Touch’e…a name change a tad bit more space.

I was not expecting a vendor mixer.  Business people with goods and services set up in every corner, stretching along most of the lounge area ready to do actual BUSINESS.  Interestingly enough although I unknowingly walked into this event I had to pat myself on the back for remembering to carry my business card holder which at this time was freshly refilled with cards.  Jewelry – which happens to be a girl’s next best friend was the first station I browsed through.  Although I love wearing stylish, unusual costume pieces, nothing much really caught my eye so I moved along cutting through the small crowd to mix with other stations.  I caught eye of a pleasure table that I probably would have touched base with had there been a curtain for privy purposes =) so I digressed.

As I actively mixed and mingled I had the pleasure of meeting a group of gentlemen who had a station set up promoting their brand “I AM CULTURE”.  When asked what there company was about I was told that they aspire to share “REAL” knowledge about cultures of all walks and the line of casual wear is to broaden the acquaintance of the brand.  Getting more familiar I learned that the “I AM CULTURE” team has been orchestrating a fashion event for the month of March.  They have found a way to bring several designers together to put on a show.


Above from left to right: Oneal, Kevin & Jelani

As I continued around trying to take most of the event I was approached by a young lady by the name of Natasha who said she specialized in “Making Faces”…literally.  She handed me a business card and invited me to pay her a visit.  I ordered a cocktail and shimmied through the crowd because I was anxious to see what she had to offer.  As I got to the station I noticed glosses, lip colors and shadows on display.  By the name of the business my initial philosophy was makeup consultant and I had already come to the event with my face beat.  Although I had my lipstick intact that evening and did not want to go through the hassle of reapplying trying to nail the hot pink hue I concocted by the mix of a lighter pink and a couple dab’s of red – I thought to myself a new addition to my lipstick collection would be a chic investment.  

As I got a chance to speak to the young lady who founded the business I came to understand that “Making Faces” was not only a consultation and application service it was actually a cosmetic line.  A cute name I thought and fancy way to incorporate both the service into the brand collectively.  I went for the pinks – selected my color and went down the list of things I look for when shopping for lip products.  Texture, smell and end result.  I was sold and left a happy shopper.  Natasha was a very welcoming professional young lady.  She owns and runs “Making Faces” and I wish her much success.

The highlight of my night was the fact that I once again got to shoot the breeze with my sisters in the company of good music and great prices =).  I Say That to Say This…it is always possible to incorporate a good time into business.  I am very impressed that more and more young people have the mind for business and putting work into establishing making their dreams become a reality.



Shaniqua Meet Becky – Becky Meet Shaniqua


Attached to name Shaniqua lingers a stigma.  Ever notice when most comedians want to refer to a ghetto girl they use the name “Shaniqua” and when referring to a ghetto white girl the common name to usage is “Becky”?  There are many stereotypical characteristics associated with a name.  In the minds of those who stereotype there is an unfortunate demeaning picture painted, for example:  Shaniqua has an articulation deficiency, a bad attitude, exaggerates neck swirling, booty pops like her previous profession was stripping, dwells upon roach infestation in the heart of the “Hood”, lacks the required education necessary to excel to higher grounds, most likely wears gold teeth, gelled hair, ridiculously long nail extensions and has plenty kids to start up her own nursery.  For a long time I contemplated changing my name to refrain from being singled out and misconstrued.  However it’s the name that has been with me since my existence.  Shaniqua is also the name my family and friends know to be attached to the very person they have grown to love and the name my mom selected over “Jersey”.

I say that, to say this…if we allow people to define who we are because of a shallow misconception then we become the stereotype.  Who am I?  I am a humble American girl named Shaniqua Moore and I am defined by no one.