Zena's Sprawlings

TO BLOG OR NOT TO BLOG? THAT IS THE QUESTION

2011-12-04T20:04:00.000-08:00

It has been exactly two years since my brother died. Where has the time gone? My niece is an old sage trapped in a baby's body and my nephew? He's what you would call a fine boy, a handsome bobo complete with a dimpled smile and puppy dog eyes. He's a heart-breaker alright, and I love him to bits. Talk about someone loving you completely, its pure magic.

My sister is coping and we give thanks to God for that. And I? I'm still as lost as I was from day one. It has been two years and I cannot tell you what I have done with my time. Ironically, I'm still battling with the same things. I started sprawlings because I needed an outlet for things I had bottled up for years, and now I need that therapeutic release once more, and what better way to do it than embarrass myself on the world wide web.

Here's to more sprawlings

Decisions

2011-03-01T12:58:00.000-08:00

And for the only 3 people that still check the blog, it is with a heavy heart that I say Goodbye. I should've done this a long time ago, but I kept prolonging it, wishing that the magic would come back to me. I'll leave this up for a week, but after that...... I might appear again, but for now...

Love you guys

Zena and I

2011-01-24T18:01:00.000-08:00

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The Other one, the one called Zena is the one things never happen to/happen to. She is the one I walk through the day and stop for a moment, and stare at the reflection, not recognizing. The one who goes through the motions of the day. I know Zena from old pictures and stories recounted from old acquaintances and family. The one with the name attached to countless books and tales. I like books, the prose of Soyinka, the pull of Sade's voice, the pretty things. She shares this with me, but in a more passionate way, the way I can never openly do. It would be a fallacy to say there isn't tension or hostility. I live, walk as life passes me by, while Zena fights for her freedom.

It is shameful to confess she has achieved nothing. Words from people rather than us cannot change what is. I've contemplated the idea of letting her out, of giving everything to her, even though she might ruffle a few feathers and complicate things.

Alas! I might remain in Zena, it is sad though...I recognize this one less and less. I do not know which one of us has written this, Zena or I.

The Exotic Lover- The New-York Metro Series

2008-12-07T15:44:00.000-08:00

Hey All,

How'z everything going? I'm a little better now, Thanks sooo much for all the well wishes, but I'm still coughing up a storm...Does anyone have any remedies I can take? because coughing for 3 weeks is very uncool, especially when you're sitting next to that hottie from your political science class who you've been dying to sit next to. Picture this, he asked me a question and guess my answer...guess...coughing right into his face...Embarrassing things happen to me all the time *sigh*. Moving on, Finals and the whole studying thing is kicking my ass and badly. I'm pretty sure of all my classes except a black studies class, that woman has a personal vendetta against me...We were 85 in the class and now we're 12...I should've dropped the class when I had the chance, its to late now and quite frankly, I don't care what I get...for the first time, I'm just like "DAMN IT".

The lot of you are going to Nigeria...I'll try to keep the bitterness out the post, but does anyone want to buy me TomTom? I hope you have a good trip and please take lots and lots of pictures.

Now, to the post.I promised to post this, and you know how it is when you don't write a post when it happens, it looses all it's funninity(not a word)

So....

Location:96st Train Station
Time: 6:50pm
Heading To: Nevins Street
Line:3 Train Line

So its another day. I've been out the apartment since 6:30 am and I'm dead tired. I stood all the way from 137st, and I was ready to fight anyone, even a Reverend Sister for somewhere to sit. So the 3 train approaches and I am uber excited, I run to the front of the train and notice there are empty seats in the second cart towards the back(yes, I'm that good). So the train stops and I and my sister notice there are a lot of empty seats and a lot of people standing. So I sit on the chairs near the door. I'm so happy, I see grins on peoples face and I'm like okay, what's up?But I put my Ipod on and close my eyes. All of a sudden, I hear

"Damn Cunt, Wha'd rassclad you think dis is"

Oh!boy, a mad Jamaican on the loose, I spot the man on the first seat where all the empty seats are and he seems to be addressing a woman with her biracial children.

"D nasty cunt a bring 'im devil pikni ina d tryain, Wha wrong with she own kind? She na fit find na man wey fit beat dat cyat"

At this point, I'm appalled beyond reason, but nobody says anything..

"Tell 'ar fi cum taste me a cock, I'll show her how it's done"
"Mek me spit in dat cyat, bust it up"

He brings out a bottle of whisky finishes it in one go, throws it on the floor and brings out another one, there's spit flying, white people turning pink and general laughter...The woman gets off at 42nd street, but the ass continues

"All these damn women, cyan handle me cock, dem not no say me cyan set that pussy on fire, me a ride dat pussy fi done.....yes....dis not no ass cock, dis a cock like a horse, a big strong horse.

He addresses this white woman who is sitting next to him,
"A bloodclot woman, ya wan fit take a ride on top the bull, you wan try to ride this horse, I'll kill ya, I murder your ass, yes"

Mehn! come see ooh! me I never see this kain thing before, as in it was horrible, then he starts to spit, just spit flying everywhere, Ask me why I didn't get up and leave that cart..I Stayed ooh!

The spit now flew to one mans shoe, he started cursing
"Motherfucker, Ima beat your stank fucking ass, if you spit near ma motherfucking shoe ya hear, damn nigga, what the fuck u think dis is, try dat shit again son, Ima murder yo' ass, Ima murder you..punk ass mutherfucker"

The madman cooled down small, but kept spitting in the other direction, you don't know how happy I was when my stop came finally, it was horrible. The man started commenting on women's breast..it was horrible.

So that's one of the craziest rides I've ever been on.lmao

I got tired of reading Wednesday night and for the first time, I read Jaybabe's blog, as in where am I? There are these fascinating blogs that I've missed that've been around for ages. Do you know I don't read real books like I used to, why? when I can log in and read Queen, NDQ, Overwhelmed, XSN,I want humor, I can get it, Drama I can get it...You know I said one hour break and I was on blogsville till 12:30 at night? It's addictive this place.

So...guess who's back on Blogsville? BITCHY!!!!! Well, she's not bitchy anymore, She goes by Ms Piggy, she's moved back home and she's still as fascinating and intimidatingly fabulous as she was before, so here's Lagos Island Iced Tea. Makes you want to move back home and partake in all the enjoyment. She's still sporadic, but A for effort

So on that note, any note worthy blogs you want to lead me too? List them.....

The Beginning Of the Vibrators

2008-03-14T18:35:00.001-07:00

Hey Y'all

I still did not get the laptop ooh so darklecee continue praying ooh!lol

I had this whole post planned out and then blogger did something to it and I lost it, gone forever, all the stuff I wanted to say, just gone.

It's love, it's love every time I think about your smile, Every time I need you by my side you will ever be, cos you are the light that shines and I want the world to see, cos you are the light shines

That songs been In my head for awhile now, thought I'd share it with you, Common is so sick with his lyrics, and Marsha Ambrosius's voice is a dream. I might do a TGIF Post since TLK has taken a little break, hehehehe

Okay, So I read any and everything and I took this Women In Literature class during my freshman year and I had this wacky professor who just spat out facts and things and she mentioned it once but it was too wild for me to believe her until sometime last week when I was doing research for a friend.

Do you know that Hysteria was once considered a woman's only disease. Men were just to "calm headed" and "rational" to get it.

So hysteria had a a wide array of symptoms including insomnia, nervousness, heaviness in abdomen, shortness of breath and irritability. Basically, a woman didn't get her way, complained or just didn't conform was stamped with the hysteria bug.

So guess the cure or what was used to relieve hysteria...just guess. A pelvis massage yes people masturbation until climax. (As in maybe I'm the only one, but this is offensive ooh!see this people....it's masturbation that will make me keep quiet)

Ancient Greek myth tells of the uterus wandering about a woman's body and strangling her( hysteria is the Greek word for uterus y'all)
It was noted in virgins, nuns, widows and married women. The prescription, if married, intercourse, if single a vaginal massage.

The very funny part, Physicians who performed the vaginal massage got tired because it took up to three sometimes four hours for women to climax. So mid-wives were called to the scene( you know that whole thing about lesbians being better lovers for women than men can actually hold ground ooh!, they were doing something right)

So Physicians started loosing money. The solution? massage devices, yup!!!dildos and the likes. By the mid 19Th century it was common and normal, you could get the devices from your physician.

By I873, the electrical vibrator was invented in France (oui, oui liberation, lmao) By the 20th Century, every woman owned a vibrator, it was common practice and was quite the norm.

What makes me laugh is, women today hide their vibrators, it's taboo to actually just bring it out in the open(not that you should display it in your living room sha)

So that's it folks. What do you think?