(Nix Note: We have a guest post today from Amelia Nathlie! This is her second post for the site. Find her first here. If you are interested in having a post featured, please send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org.)
Yep! You read it right! Like Usher, this is My Confession. I gamble with everything in my life. Gambling is about logic, not just luck. It’s about strategy. Know what you’re willing to lose and stop there. Recently, I’ve anted up my heart. I risked it ALL for love. (I KNOW. Silly me huh?) Maybe I should see an addiction counselor, but just stick with me.
It was more than a coincidence to sit behind this man at a football game, only to find out he’s the same man that my daughter was trying to tell me about a few weeks before that. Nope. I was just in the right place at the right time. He inquired about me, and my logic kicked in “This is divine placement.” We started dating and things started getting more and more serious. The naysayers were seated appropriately in their judgment section with their usual pledges, anthems, and mottos. Strong-willed, determined, and armed with a strategy, I was ready for a seat at the table.
“They say crazy chicks have the best p***y, but y’all asses be tripping!”
I hope my readers could visualize my eyeroll as I typed that BS. It’s been my intent to address this topic for a while, but I’ve had a terrible case of writer’s block. I’ve been dealing with some things professionally, financially, nigga-ly. My ass has been walking around with hearts for eyes and under a dick spell, and my motivation to write has been missing. I’m feeling at my mightiest today, though. My “Don’t Give A Fuck” has finally stopped malfunctioning.
Crazy. Motherfuckers love throwing that word around. Anytime a woman reacts to their BS, they want to label you as such. If you’re going to call me crazy when I curse you out and block you, I might as well set your house on fire, too.
(Today’s post comes from our new male voice on the site, Mitch! If you follow our FB page, then you have previously been introduced to his perspective. Regardless, you are in for a treat.)
This morning, I’ve been thinking about my life and all of the people who have helped me become a half way decent adult and 90% of those people are women. My wife, of course, but also my mom, aunts, friends, teachers, neighbors, church members, etc. With that in mind, I started to focus on how much influence women really have on men. I’m going to generalize a bit, but I’m willing to bet most men agree with me (even if they won’t admit it).
I was watching an old interview with President Obama and former First Lady Michelle Obama a couple of nights ago, and a reporter asked her about an old boyfriend and what would she be doing if she wasn’t FLOTUS. Without missing a beat, she replied, “I would still be First Lady because he would have been President.” If that doesn’t tell you how much power and influence women have, nothing will.