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Body Shaming: To Be Or Not To Be  That is the question this week.  Do women body shame those who get plastic surgery or do women who have had their bodies enhanced shame those who do not?  I was having lunch with an old friend a while ago and while dining, I took in the sights.  As women walked by I nonchalantly pointed out those with shapely bodies.

You know those are fake, right?”  she said as she rolled her eyes.

“I do not care,” I said as I sipped my drink, “I really could care less.  What makes you think I care if they’re fake or not?  When I’m sucking on them, kissing on them or caressing them, what makes you think I’d enjoy them less if her tits were fake?”

“Just like a man!”  Trina said shaking her head.

“What?”  I asked as I laughed, “You can’t honestly believe that men had anything to do with this recent epidemic of women who desire to enhance their bodies.  No man sat around and decided that women who want to be sexier should undergo the knife.  I am sure no man had any input in this at all.   So, we’re just sitting back admiring the fuck out of all this competition. I honestly believe women do it first for themselves, then for other women, then lastly for men.  I don’t know when it started or even how it started, maybe women in the stripper industry set the standard. But over time I’ve noticed more and more women that aren’t even strippers wanting to enhance their bodies.  All this body augmentation isn’t just for strippers anymore.  And I gotta tell you the truth, Trina, if men collectively began to express our love for natural beauty and tell women we prefer a smaller natural ass and smaller natural tits, I honestly believe that request would fall on death ears.  I think it’s too late.  Thick ass and big tits are here to stay!”

I saw on The Wendy Williams Show just yesterday during Hot Topics, Wendy reported that Cardi B said, ‘Four years she paid a back-alley surgeon $800 for butt injections.’  It is serious dilemma when anyone would jeopardize their life to save money.  What could be the motivation behind this mindset?  At the strip club, bigger asses equal bigger tips. There, I said it.  We all know there are women out there with natural bodies that are extraordinarily shapely, and have not undergone any surgery what-so-ever.  Maybe women who weren’t as blessed with a body like those of an natural Amazon could secretly or even openly be jealous.   But I’m just a guy, so what do I know?  LOL.

“So tell me ladies, what’s your view on this?  Do you secretly shame women who’s had plastic surgery?  And you ladies that enhance your bodies, do you insult women with smaller natural curves?  Leave your comment(s) below.





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Everyone has a story. she said, everyone.”  The question I posed to a friend of mine was, “Do women feel their lover should instinctively know their likes and dislikes?” Claiming every woman’s likes and dislikes are the same would suggest a lack of individuality, to say the least. It would be absurd to think what one woman likes, is the same for another.  “Everyone was not raised the same.” One girl growing up may have awakened every single morning to find her father had already left for work.  She may have only had a change to see her father at the dinner table, and even then, maybe the father wasn’t much into talking or displaying affection, but she knew her father loved her because he worked hard and provided security, food and shelter.  Now fast forward a bit and you’ll find that same woman in her own relationship and may exhibit love the same way she witnessed as a child.  Obviously, it goes both ways.  A young male child may not have seen his father’s display of love to his mother, but witnessed his father provide shelter and security.  As a grown man, he may too lack the propensity to shower his woman with an outward display of affection that could be a definite requirement of another woman. You can’t blame these individuals.  If they knew better; they’d do better.  So how does this story apply?  Let’s say your lover didn’t believe in foreplay, but foreplay was your ideal prelude to some good sex.  You gotta preheat the oven before you stick the meat in, right?  So you gotta tell him foreplay is required.  Let’s say she is a little rough when giving oral sex. You gotta quickly teach her how you like it done.  You can’t expect someone to know how to please you, if you don’t tell them. Open communication is always best.  So whenever I hear someone say their mate better know how to please them, or they haven’t the time to teach him/her how to please them, is just plain crazy. We are all unique individuals with a myriad of different likes and turn-ons.


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The practice of gaining sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity.

Who likes to watch?  I know I do.  I mean, I really do.  It’s a wonder I am not addicted to porn, but I will find myself with the strongest urge to wanna take a peek at someone fucking.  The pleasure of watching a couple pleasuring themselves is indescribable.  It may rank right up there with a lobster tail and porter house steak dinner. Whether it’s a Hollywood-style looking type of movie or amateurly made, I take pleasure in it all. No plot necessary.  No soundtrack required.  No story line needed.  Just get right to the business. On one of my favorite porn site, I have a few flicks save to My Favorites, and whenever the urge to watch arises, off to My Favorites I do go.  As long as the amateur filmed scenes are recorded In HD, I find those more realistic.  The women always look like the “girl next door” type, which is a tremendous turn-on.  The guy, 9 out of 10 times, will typically have his socks or boots on.  I always overlook that.  I have no interest in his footwear.  My interest lies within the steamy, sweaty and erotic fuck-fest displayed before my eyes.  i am even a charter member at a local swinger’s club, where I’ll just sit and watch the beauty of two people, or more, fucking. I just love to look at the pleasure in the woman’s eyes as she is receiving and giving pleasure to her partner.  The “money shot” is always something I enjoy and patiently wait for.  Sex is an expression of love.  Of course, not everyone who engages in the act of sex is in love with one another, they’re just in like with one another, for the moment.

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Hurray!  Thank goodness we’ve made it to another Hump Day! Okay, ladies, lemme hear you sound off.  What would you do if you found out your man was stripping for a living?  Would you be upset and ready to throw in the towel or would you stand by his side?  If so, what would you do if you found out he was raking in four thousand dollars a weekend?



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Ladies, if your man asked you to stay home and play hooky so y’all could make love all day, would you? If spontaneity is missing from your love-life and he took the initiative, you better get to dialing. I have a friend who said she’d feel guilty staying home. “I don’t wanna waste my sick leave,” she says. “There’s nothing we can do now, that we can’t do later”, she says.  I’m just saying, if your man comes up with the idea to stay home and put it down, and you really love him like you say you do, go ‘head and get your best sick voice on. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with stacking your paper, but there is definitely nothing wrong with a little work hooky every now and again. Don’t lose sight of the big picture which is intimacy. Otherwise you may find yourself, by yourself.


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Here we are again at another Hump Day classic.  Ladies, would you knowingly exchange cellphones for a day with your significant other?  Do you have something to hide?  Men, if you realized you left your cellphone home and your girl had access to it, would you continue to keep it moving and move to Mexico?


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Thank goodness we’ve made it to another Hump Day!  Let me ask you something. Could you tolerate working with your spouse/better half?  I conducted a survey of 30 people, men and women.  Surprisingly, 3/4 of the women polled replied with a resounding NO!  As a matter of fact, they said, ‘Hell No.’  Seems like women, though they love their men, could not fathom the thought of working with their baes.  The men also responded, no.  And without going into too much detail, we already know the reason for their response. “She’d get in the way,” said one surveyed. “Bruh, she would fuck up my whole game,” responded another. “Ninja, are you crazy?” said yet another.  Call me crazy, but you would be more than surprised to find out 1/4 of the 3/4 of women shared the same sentiments with no desire to work with their lovers. For anonymity’s sake, let’s call one young lady polled, Celeste.  Celeste admitted she loves to flirt at work and knows good and damn well her man wouldn’t go for that. She said she enjoys the attention other men pay her and believes you can look at the menu, as long as you don’t order.  Personally, I think that’s playing with fire, but yeah, who am I to judge?  Then there’s Brenda, who shall remain nameless, who is currently having relationship problems and has her eye on a certain co-worker who she feels is a fantastic candidate to be her next boyfriend.  She said she’s just waiting on her current boyfriend to mess up just one more time, and she’ll be on from the ex, to the next.  I personally wouldn’t want to work with my spouse simply because when she asks me how my day was, I want to give the highlights of the drama, the bullshit, the backstabbing, and the office politics she knows nothing about.  Otherwise, she knows just how my day went, ’cause she was right there amidst it all.


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Ladies, have you ever thought a man was gay just because he didn’t sleep with you?  If so, why?  Years ago, I went out alone to a local club to catch a performance of a female recording artist I was dying to see.  Once I was able to make my way inside, I ordered a drink and stood at the bar.  A young lady asked me what time the show was going to start.  I wasn’t  too sure what time the show was going to start but I told her most performances at that particular venue didn’t start until 11PM.  She appeared to be there alone as well, so I offered her a drink. We stood there and chit-chatted for an hour until the show started.  I was a perfect gentleman.  Once the show started we made our way closer to the stage and danced a little as we caught the show.  There was an after-party we both went to.  To myself, I was thinking I found someone I could chill with, a hang out partner, someone to dance with at future parties.  She was thinking something else.  She was mad cool but I wasn’t really feelin’ her like that.  A few weeks passed by, and we hung out a few times until one night she invited me to sleepover after a night of dancing. I politely declined stressing it was easier for me to stay at a relative’s house which was closer to my job.  The next day I called her, but she didn’t answer.  I left a few messages just to check up on her, to which she never replied.  After two weeks I called a friend of hers to make sure she was ok and her friend told me our mutual friend was very upset at me for not acknowledging her advances and told all of her friends that I must have been gay.  Furthest thing from the truth.  Here’s what I never understood since that day. If a man sleeps with every women he meets, he’s a dog.  If he chooses not to sleep with a particular woman, he’s labeled gay.  For all those women out there with that small-minded thinking; what about a man that has outgrown running the streets and playin’ games, has a preference of a woman he’s attracted to, thinks better of himself and is looking for something more meaningful than just casual sex.  Stop being miserable.  Has it ever occurred to you, maybe he’s just not that into you.