{LabelWhore}

Well almost everyone who knows me, knows that I am pretty open with my sexuality in every form. I don't run around and throw all of my dirt out for the world to see, but I don't really hide it either. I love men and I love very, very select few women as well. I've been bisexual since I was 17. My motto has always been....I'm 'try-sexual'...let me try it...if I like it I'll try it again. So there it is. Anyway, I've never been one to put labels on people. Your sexuality is your own. If you care to discuss it, then so be it. I'm not your average 'carpet-munchin' girl tho. I choose the women I kick it with very strategically. I don't like 'Dykes'{no.offense.just.not.my.thing}. My logic is, if I wanted a man, I'd just get one....better yet ANOTHER one. I prefer very feminine, book bunnies. I like innocent, educated, girly girls like myself. I'm choosy and I have every right to be.

I get irritated with people who label themselves so much. I'm Bisexual. {Period} My family knows, my man knows and that's pretty much it. You won't catch me in a anything, @ Pride marchin' like I'm going to Gay War. That's not my thing. I keep it to myself. Not everyone knows about my lifestyle, and I prefer it that way. I don't need to be judged by anyone except God when it's my time.

So, with that being said-I met this girl at a lesbian bar. When I saw her I thought she was cute, but I kept it moving. She decided to speak. The first 30 seconds of our convo pertained to my 'label'. Are you a 'this', are you a 'that'. Bitch no!!! Her first concern should've been my name. I rudely let her know, that I don't put titles on myself, and walked thee fuck away. There are people new to their sexuality, and those are the muthafuckas that need to stay away from me. I know who I am, and you should too. I am in no mood, at this .point. in my life to teach you anything.

I've had a steady, long term connection {6 yrs} with a female in Muskegon. I see her about 3-4 times a year, and I know that seems like very rarely, but for us, it's good. Bitches catch feelings, and the distance prevents that. She does her thing, and I do mine. When she visits, it's just like old friends catching up. There's no P.D.A., unless we're in that type of environment. I don't believe in pushing my choices in other peoples faces. I'm very reclusive when it comes to my personal life. I guess this would be a good time to give her a nickname.....how about....'Platinum'. 'Platinum' is a sweetheart. Very down to earth, mad sexy, and just overall cool as hell. I never have to speak more than 5 words before she knows what I'm about to say. I love that. We've come super close to being 'friends*only', but nah...that just doesn't work. We have this bond like no other. I've found that someone doesn't have to be all up in your shit, to truly know you. She knows me...really knows me from a distance. {[I Hope She Stays Distant]} LOL
I don't need to put a title to who I am, because the title doesn't make me who I am.

So the moral of this story is.....Don't Wear The Label....Let The Label Wear You.

{Blame It On The A-a-a-a-a-alcohol}

I love to drink. I would NEVER call myself an alcoholic....more like an 'Alcohol Connoisseur', lol. There's just something about a nice drink after a long, stressful day. My choice has and will forever be, Light. The taste of a Dark Cognac, does nothing for my palette...or for my face. You ever had a drink of something, that turned your face so wrong? Ugh! I've always been a Vodka girl...Vodka and just about anything is alrite with me.

I like chick drinks...Mojitos, Cosmos, Sex on the Beach...you know.

I never drink to get drunk, but if it does happen...when it has happened, I've ALWAYS held my composure. Which brings me to the topic of this post. Why do people get so drunk, that they cannot handle themselves?? Now...getting drunk at home is a different story. You are in an area that you're safe in. You can be yourself with no worries. I'm not saying you may not do some unflattering things {i.e. drunk texting/emailing/calling} but you are in a more private environment to do so. When you wake up, you can make apologies then, LOL

In an earlier entry, I mentioned a girl, I call "Fire". "Fire" is already at 'HoodRat' status, and to top it off, she has a bad habit of getting pissy drunk IN PUBLIC! That's a no-no. I mean...cursing, falling over, babbling, angry DRUNK. That shit is horrible. I'm not calling her an alcoholic either, but when she drinks, she doesn't handle her liquor well at all. She isn't the only female I know like this. It seems to be an epidemic.

I did not get fly, drive to the club, and meet a sexy ass nigga just to have to stop you from getting into fights. I am not with you to hold you up so that you don't fall and bust-yo-ass. I'm not kicking it with you so that I can kill my buzz, trying to make sure some perv doesn't slip something in your drink!

Most people have a sip before they hit the club. The reasons may vary from-1. I'm broke and can't afford more than one drink. 2. I'm not cute and a nigga ain't gonna buy me a drink + see #1. LOL Or just because you wanna get a head start!! Either way, if you're drinking before you hit the club, pace-your.fuckin.self when you get in there!! If someone offers to buy you a drink, you better fuckin take it, but you don't have to guzzle it. Sip that shit! There is nothing more unattractive than a drunk bitch. I always maintain my sexy. I talk alot of shit when I drink, but I'm never abrasive, or brash. I will and have been known to leave a bitch in the club for getting out of hand. If I see yo ass on Girls Gone Wild...trick, I DON'T KNOW YOU!

Not to mention, being drunk and driving is so irresponsible. I've driven with a buzz-I won't lie. But I know my limits. I've never been afraid to call a cab to drive me home, or even have someone sober take my keys. There is no reason to risk someones life because you don't know your limit! Nobody is perfect, mistakes are meant to be made and mistakes are also meant to be avoided.(Your friendly Public Service Announcement)(Now back to your regularly scheduled program)

So, the moral of this story is: If you can't hold your own in public, because you're too INEBRIATED, SHIT-FACED, PILT, HAMMERED, CRUNK, BLITZED, WASTED, INTOXICATED or PLASTERED...you need to stay your 'ignant' ass at home. I don't take my kids to the club.......

P.S. If you throw up in my shit, you getting the FUCK outta my shit. Love ya!

Thank You, Come Again!!