“Forward, Ho.”

The question was, “Is it okay to find another and bring them into my boudoir because my needs aren’t being served”.  From a historical perspective this ideology has been inclusive of many a powerful Empires.  Egyptians ancient Pharaohs practiced the same beliefs and said it was to maintain the Holy FAMS. lineage.  Same was said by what is known as “Blue Bloods”, those making up Royal Heritage comin’ outta ‘Ol English Dynasties.  This ushered another social constructs; “The Tale Of The Easter Bunny” of which, I have a beautiful spin.

My “YoungStar©” over heard a convo revolving around the Easter Bunny’s fabled existence and afterwards, ran off in tears.  Soon after and with her crew of liked minded ones, they asked what happened to cause her to cry.  She is the Apple who’s still attached to the tree and responded as expected.  “Didn’t y’all know… That Bunny was caught outta bounds hopin’ down the bunny trail where he ran into the “Notorious B. Bunny” who happened to be the 1st cousin to “Jackie Rabbit” of which.  Neither liked the glamorization of this Easter Bunny and quickly text another member of this remarkable extended FAM known as “ The Jackolop” who reached out to “Rogue Rabbit” kin at a distant to “Rog Rabbit” who was…  Incidentally gained social exclusion from the FAM because he held a way different opinion of things created.  Still, they all quickly dispatched the Easter Bunny because…”

While her crew sat their in shock because they also heard about all these evolving rabbits and knew they were media creations of huge proportions, they quickly concluded and actually secretly knew, Easter with its celebrated Bunny had to be of man’s construct too, I mean…  How else would this Bunny of been able to hop down the bunny trail that “Peter” the famous Cottontail had an Exclusivity Rights of Ownership to and usually had been known to appeared on?

YoungStars’ point just as mine is.  What FOLK do is usually based on what is acquired along the way.  Society has demonstrated a strong will towards making all believe what is handed down is the right way and only way, so help you God!  Hummm, sounds hypnotic, sorta’ controlling in order to create a position founded in a lack of resistance.

What is the true motivation to bring another into one’s “boudoir” or in the case of a male, to the outskirts of his “Man-Cave”?  Oh, didn’t you know, a male true to himself won’t break the privacy code establishing the inner sanctum set in place for the creation of the Man-Cave so…  No females are allowed to breach the threshold leading inside when other males can testify to the fact of said breach by a female’s presence.  The point, my point, despite of what is perceived by many as ethical and legal in regards to socially accepted conditions of intimacy is.  Basically a mindset built on allusions.  Allusions are always references to indirect events created to establish a cultural bond, hence, Fairy Tales.

Many say The Almighty is a myth of the greatest proportions.  I say, so what, merely another’s opinion which I’m cool with because on a lesser bio-level, everything has a beginning.  Moms, Pops kick it between the sheets or out under the stars and…  Nine months down the line out comes you.  Take this as the definitive point of creation associate it with a Higher Beings possible existence and…  Now you have factual source-proof larger than you of which…  All life began from.  The allusion came with the advancement of stupid people trying to quantify everything.  Quantify in this senses equate to measuring.  Measuring man and kind abilities to forecast while maintaining complete control over all they see as their dominion.  But…  I won’t drift and now return you back to the situation of having another to satisfy one’s needs.

To usher in someone other than the one you are with into your private domain can be seen as taboo because it is in direct opposition of what is considered acceptable.  But, when who you’re with will not, cannot maintain a completion with a consistency supporting the Contract for Intimate unity probably stipulated from the beginning; what R U ‘pose to do? Grin and bare it?  This is an option but one based on false assumptions.  Nothin’ is false about not havin’ it your way.  Smilin’ while your world is imploding around you isn’t a fundamental option where those who think are concerned.

“Forward Ho” is an abbreviated term extrapolated from Western times of past America.  “Why do you talk like this using 50 dollar words to arrive at a your point, just speak English!”  Thank you “me” for speaking through “you” while channeling “me”.

When anyone speaks first consideration should go to the self.  Enjoying what is said by feelin’ good when those words explode from the mouth speaks to the level of pleasure sought in understanding how those conclusions have arrived from and at.  Think self-esteem if you still don’t get it.  Forget to make the self primary the descent into the positions of being enslaved by those around you becomes quick and absolute.  And lest not forget there’s a difference between being a slave and enslaved.  Me, I refuse to deliver myself to the doors of those so readily to conquer, retraining me in bondage.  Just like anyone who is in a relationship, sensing entrapment by the confining projected images of what and how a relationship is to be.  Selfish? No.  Dealin’ from a position of what is real!  Forward Ho in relations to the subject matter defined is…  Explained as such in order to show the process of forward thinking.  Everything in life can be advanced, ushering in change while accepting and understanding what needs to be re-arranged.

The Game, it hasn’t changed what was, still is.  What will become is comin’ and don’t think it isn’t.  Become a student of history and you’ll see the real with regards to life in its daily rotation.  Kings, Queens from yester-years had some very different methods of maintaining who and what they were as a FAM.  Was it wrong?  From a pro-creation point yes because incestual relationships allow for the recessive genes to gain momentum becoming dominant making certain orifices appear where they shouldn’t be.  Then again, when isolation is a part of your cultural existence, choices are limited.  Resist and go into a state of abstinence and you can be sure in time a neurological circuit is gonna get blown, leading you to a certified melt-down of which…  A return to a barbaric consciousness will take complete control of who you are, sending you back to basic bio-reactive conclusions.

“Whoa, way too much information cause I can’t compute. What to do what to do?”

Okay, reach out; I’ve got ‘cha. Breathe. Inhale & exhale while slowly relaxing your BP back to sustainable levels missin’ that heart attack you sense coming.  Now reconsider those Nursery Rhymes.  They were created to assist you during those passages in time where psychological growth had to be maintained.  Expansion of the mind comes in various forms.  Is the desire to bring another into your boudoir based on bio needs or is it a creation of lustful inclinations spawned by some visual stimuli captivating your senses?  Also, is this want caused as a result of one’s significant others’ refusal to be responsible to what they signed up for?  The reasons will be many and most will be based on outside influences.

I told ‘ya I got ‘cha and now; stop…  Don’t give in to rhymes and social reasons as evidence accepted to advance you.  If you want another consider before you leap what this other brings to The Dance Of Deception.  Oh yes, put yourself out there minus thought and you can bet they’ll see you for what it is and not what you want it to be. Reality is…  Whatever it is that’s comin’ to He or She is a situation always in flux.  Figure this into your basic equation and you see that the equation has multi acceptable concluding Happy Endings…  All based on your platform of, personal satisfaction.

“You make it all sound so simple”.

Real Talk, I’ve come from The Streets.  The Streets is where all things defined are refined and re-packaged correctly because restraints aren’t so enforceable on this dimension.  The Streets’ record based from a historical position creating my analogy confirms one conclusion; “The Streets Always Win”.  You can get with whomever you seek but in the final sub-set of psycho-social inner-actions with another based on sexual activity, it won’t matter how many you’ve engaged.  If and when you fail to recognize and understand you’re what you bring to the party, you will eventually become a non-entity within any party.
Psssss; Based on the title it can be said I’m saying U R all… Hos?  If the shoe fits, wear it.  Then there’s another metaphor I like to incorporate. ” This jacket was made by you, for you and not by me hence, not for me. You can attempt to put it on me, demand that I wear it but. This isn’t my jacket therefore I won’t wear it.”  This is to say the interpretation is a solo decision.  No one nor nothing should be accepted if it’s not for you.

Mista Dub R; A Piece Of Work.

Humidity, high. Misters were misting and many around me were wet.  It was good I started shaving me head way back when.  Wifey, not so fortunate.  One tantalizing visual benefit was the moisture absorbed by her blouse. With the wind picking up so did her nipples and a few of the others patronizing the sidewalk café began to glance her way.  Mainly in passing but the traffic was beginning to thicken.  Twirling a Raw Sugar stick deep down inside my glass of Iced Tea, occasionally I locked eyes with others sitting across from us.  One was a ‘lil too demonstrative in a physically active sense and that was my que to pack it in and vamoose.

Casually strolling down the street I couldn’t help but noticed a Double R making a sudden u-turn.  Color; RootBeer Brown with accenting leather interior.  Yep, I saw all this and more when he slowed along the side of the curb, lowered his window and asked the most ridiculous question.  “Say, can you tell me which way to the beach I seem to be way outta my way”.  Wearing a Captains’ hat gave him some cred but…  He wasn’t looking for his alleged slip along a costal shore no where in the vicinity where he made the intentional u-turn.  Bored, I approached and said, “When I grow up I wanna be just like U”.  Chucky Cheese another over-the-top character created by someone’s imagination had nothing on his smile as the man lit-up and in his mind, just knew he had a “Certified Mark” on deck.  Eyes locked on Wifey standing in front of a display window with her back to us, he continued to talk at me.  I didn’t trip.  Finally he extended his name of which…  Won’t rank enough to list here.

Some time later our car was parked behind his Rolls Royce.  On a sloping driveway, tucked away along a secluded hillside home with a panoramic view of the cityscape below and the sea to the south.  Inside his exquisite compound we sipped on some delicious cocktails as the night got later.  Probably, don’t know but when the lights caught my eye as they played with the waves within his swimming pool, Wifey stood and walked over, placing her toes in the water.  He suggested she take a dip.  I encouraged and…  She slipped out of her outfit and into the water but…  Walked away from us over to the shallow end.  He salivated and watched like a soaring Hawk surveys his domain.

Time passed and Wifey’s head was tilted back and her mind had to have been somewhere but there.  This was the signal he’d been anticipating and accelerated his conversation movin’ steadily towards a more seductive tone.  ‘Cept, by the sweat beads on his neck he had way more sinister ideas.  I musta not been saying what he wanted and he morphed.  “Man check this out, here you are, with your woman, together in a strangers home, she’s in the my pool, not aware or too concerned with where she’s at or what’s going on.  You all must be goin’ through a rough patch.”  It was the last phrase of his monologue that I paid attention too.  That was an indication of someone born and raised in the southern part of The U.S. or at the least, a product with lineage connecting him to such. No matter, I switched gears with a simplicity he hadn’t seen comin’.

Let me bring you all up to speed on this scenario.  Wifey strolling along in a wet, visually intoxicating, no need for interpretation blouse.  Hungryman, prowling, driving in his impressive car along a major Boulevard; you now understand based on the instant replay so let’s move to the prequel.

Car of choice, Rolls Royce.  Significant of opulence, financial status confirmed.  Not so quickly.  Where I come from image is everything and I know that to attract you’ve gotta stimulate.  The vehicle may have been leased.  Oh, the home in the hills, what about that?  Trappings of success too, possible to rent anything when you live in the urban jungle.  So, list one for me and none for you.  Let the re-education of you continue.

In this man’s mind we were vagrants.  Un-supportive of the types who resided in the area he’d ran…  Better yet, made a u-turn to invade our lives.  Wifey was exposing a ‘lil too much in the way of a risin’ nipple and…  Assumptions are a Mutha’.

The prequel…  You still waiting on it.  Okay, the first run is over and this man was pressing for me to deliver Wifey to him so he could “sop her up like a biscuit being dipped in sweet honey”.  Oh, I’m not from down South but I hadn’t given anybody the idea I have no knowledge of their ways and customs, so…  Yes, I can talk just like ‘em.

Pushing and pushing he turned his wrist making sure I got a clear look at his “timepiece”. Poppin’ the collar on his bathrobe standing in as a lounging jacket he exposed his many ropes and chains. Of which, I didn’t know if they were 24k Gold, Platinum or just a lot of junk such as Bling with a precious metal overlay for the full effect. What I did know is…

Wifey exited the pool, complete in her refreshing both emotionally and psychologically.  I asked for a towel and he jumped up, ran to retrieve one.  Upon returning I accepted the towel, took it over to Wifey, patted her dry and wrapped it around her body.  “Foolio”, yes he rates a name in the prequel, he stood and pointed the way leading back inside his house.  Right a house because I didn’t get any vibe as this being a home.  We had been welcomed but that was all based on an ulterior motivation so the coldness was evident.  I just didn’t tell him.

Games, FOLK play them all day long.  Moreso when the finances are in place to attract those who aren’t knowing even if they think they belong and have arrived also. Foolio could have entered the human trafficking trade probably with most he’d encounter even if all he showed was rented material, because.  FOLK are gullible.

FOLK are in the mindset of what I know as “The Group Dynamic”. This is a concept utilized and spread that captivates those of the follower’s mentality.  Very few are mentally adapt to see the Drama comin’ and even less can mount a position once the B.S. arrives.  Oh, you are the type who wouldn’t have placed yourself in such a situation?  Right, do you understand the energy required to maintain a totally safe posture for every circumstance coming at you on a 24 hour rotation!  Not a question.  Punanna was all that was on Foolio’s mind.  Viagra, any one of the pharmaceutical compounds available today could have been in his system for what he thought was gonna take place, but.

Okay, so you think I was wrong for even engaging him.  Leading him on.  So what.  Did you ever hear me say or agree that I was needing anything from him!  I merely answered a question from a possibly weary driver in a lovely Rolls Royce Motorcar.

Psssss; I told you I get bored sometimes and when the hunter thinks they see someone who can be captured by The Game, they…  They are the ones who had better start “praying”.

Psssss, Psssss; to those sick minded one’s who have concluded I did let him enjoy the sweet juices of Wifey.  Don’t ever let me find you on a lonely station in your mind and you run into me.  I’ve been know to take ‘ah many to the stage and still, not let’ em perform.  Which is to say, you can be prepared for the battle but.  I come to wage war.

Psssss, Psssss, Psssss; and for those who hid behind their screens, curtains, saying “How dare you, you self centered, womanizing asshole, your mother shouldn’t have ever gave birth to you”, I have something for you too.  On second consideration, you don’t even rate a consideration.  I say, you do!  Which is why this is my life and I’m not tryin’ to enter yours.

“Sparta; This Is Bondage”

“Tell me your inception point to The Game and I’ll reveal to you things you may wanna re-arrange”

They met, time passed, eventually a place was agreed upon, their relationship, going to the next level of intimacy. Party favorites, many ingestible, consumed freely. Lighting reducing as if by magic, Hamilton wasn’t havin’ any of it and moved to… Speed things up. Reaching into his bag of tricks, nothing found of his liking, improvisation was in order. Estelle, always fashionable had worn a scarf, so had he. Without bringing the other up to speed, both of them knew what the scarves could become the stand-in for. He took possession of them and there was Estelle; sprawled across the bed, eyes closed with a smile etched across her lips. Her tongue peeking from between her lips, moving in a circular motion, excited. Hamilton recognizing the significance of the “Lolly Pop Roll” moved like a Cat. Starting with her ankles, then to her wrist, with the final move being the tightening of her body appendages to the bed pot. Now she was no longer Estelle but… Stelle! She quite possibly un-aware went along with the… Restraints. Voicing an opposition wasn’t in this script. She knew to say no, especially at this point would require much more than an audible utterance. The time had arrived. With each flap of the curtains the lighting twinkled adding to sensuality. Ham, beyond the point of return skipped anymore foreplay. Stelle quickly discovered she was…

“Ham”… “She bucked, wiggled that body but… She wasn’t resisting, and kept laughing. You know how women do, don’t ‘cha? She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and the smell of sex was all over the room. Watching her head slowly roll from side to side, the moaning. It was her way of calling me. Begging me to take it and take it now! Raising up and off her tummy I was amazed to see she was… Well like contracting her abs, in and out, in and out. I pushed harder like I was in an entirely different world where she had no hesitation. I lead, she followed. Sorta’ like going down the Rabbit Hole. You know what happens when you decide to go down The Rabbit Hole or at least you should.”

Small World

Stelle by way of practical elimination found her way my way. “I really really liked his company and things were working out well. The night, all the clubs then we popped into StarBucks. I didn’t know they were open so late. When we checked in the hotel I thought it was a dream, my head spent around and around. The activities on the bed. For a split second I thought I imagined I didn’t want to be there but… I didn’t even realize I had been tied down and couldn’t get up. He… Didn’t seem too interested in letting me go either so I…”

During the developments of this factual time-line Stelle’s interactivity led the two of ‘em to a current which caused the suspension of time and reality. Misinterpretation of the all consuming adrenaline rush allowed for the introduction to another seductive level of false consciousness. Yes, she demanded that he take off the bonds but… Once he did she morphed. Legs rose effortlessly, tightly locking onto his waist incorporating a type of strangulation inclusive of her arms grippin’ his neck. Movement of his first head, restrictive by leg/hand unification resulting in immobilization. Ham, still caught up in his own psychotic episode went with it as just another type of sexual fetish. Stelle, eyes rolling as her muscles relax exposing that supple neck of hers. The inviting posed registered and he… With licked and nibbled. When she finally morphed realizing her fully certified Super Saiyan strength she… Effortlessly flipped him over taking the top position, Ham could do nothing more than glance deeply into her enflamed eyes. Un-able to contain him-self any longer explosion was but a second off, and…

Stelle for the second time… “I remember rushing into the bathroom. I didn’t cry but stood there, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I don’t recall what I was looking for, was it an examination on a psychological level but then… I just started fixing my face, my hair that was all over my head. I didn’t have a comb/brush so I used my fingers. Then for the life of me I couldn‘t find my clothes, they weren’t anywhere around. I do remember though, by the time I came out of the bathroom I was completely dressed. We stood there looking at each other I think we talked then I was outside, walking in the rain. Weeks later I was still trying to figure out if I should go to the authorities. Should I confide in my girl-friends, would they see it like me or would they tell me it was something I made up. A fantasy I’d wished would happen because they say women have those types of fantasies you know. Then I found myself thinking again about reporting it, would they believe me. Would they ask me why I waited so long, really questioning my credibility, or… Eventually I said forget that, I wasn’t going to relive the affair and even then, why was I calling it an affair. No reporting, not with them, their interrogation team. Not in open court where I’m being told it was my civic duty so he wouldn’t ever be able to commit such an act against anyone; ever. As long as I’m willing to go all the way and be that one who stood up. Hell, I went all the way and it was just so I could get out alive…”

When a person dies in a remote place, someone attached to a part of a team, does the team attempt to pack the body out or leave the body for possible retrieval at a later time? Hummm, what is depicted on TV isn’t always based on what really happens.

This isn’t a practical situation nor is the outcome going to be based on what is assumed ethical. Stelle, Ham, like two planets finding themselves in the same rotation experiencing the affects of a multitude of gases. An environment they choose with equal vigor, one they thought they were ready for. Ham, trippin’, waiting like she supposedly was, both in a silent resolve, waiting for some other Worldly signal to awaken them, depositing them in another place. Some place stranger but equally difficult to release themselves from. Stelle, searching her soul, wanting to do what she has been pre-programmed to follow, scared to approach the local law enforcement. One day she is calculating which way the law will precede, the next. Factoring in the many media blast where women in her same predicament are destroyed. Media impressions, how they extrapolate what most don’t even contemplate.

Whatever you engage stop looking for a way out. Own that stuff and don’t act like you ain’t knowing. Stelle, grown woman, maybe not as aware as she projected or assumed, then again that’s what happens when you believe the hype placed on you by those you surround yourself with. Ham… Who knows? I don’t have a clue on what he was thinking or what he thought was going to be the end results. The bondage episode; a reality not limited to adult’s lifestyles but a reality with beginnings from childhood. Not just a cultural thing to trap, confine and engage other living beings for self gratification, but; life as some know. Still speculation won’t rise from me. Back on Stelle, she accepted the foreplay in the way of being “wrapped up” but to what extent she anticipated it would arrive at; I doubt she even thought that far. Ham “hit it” and by all accounts was able to take her onto the stage where she definitely perform. Reaching her level of projected pleasure before she returned back to her sanctified self! Was this just a conclusion to all the physical and mental stimuli in play?

FOLK remind me of a Doberman Pincher I once had. She could seriously intimidate from a visual point. Ran around the neighborhood, frightening everyone along with their dogs, but… When that dog who wasn’t scared, stood their ground, “Nye Nye” would fake like she was gonna whoop some ass only to break, tail tucked between her legs headed running home. Her brother Kason always there and fully charged to represent the lineage. Yes, FOLK start stuff, get into situations as they mentally calculating with a hope that when it gets to a point of them not being able to handle it any longer, somebody will appear like clockwork and rescue them. The other party in participation will then, just stop…

Here’s the kicker, this is a situation grafted from Real Time. Nothing had been scripted. Two people; that’s right, two exhibiting emotions based on assumptions regarding life of which neither has ever taken to the stage where proof would be found. Role Play for those who don’t wanna venture to consider what I’m saying. Role Play rotated in the corridors of their mind, explored from a preview that would have defined the conditional point of their anticipated Playing Field.
I know the whys and hows that trigger some phobias. After all these years the conditions of the facts of the life I’ve lived don’t stop me from living my life. Through Role Play I know how to settle my encroaching nerves, transfer my fears and just take the ride, but… I still feel my BP rising. I feel my heart tryin’ to bust outta my chest. Hero or a reality of a heroic personality trait? No, I like you, human, and part of the natural rotation known as life. Humanity, play like you don’t have any. Keep placing yourself in a compromised situation and those circumstances will morph out of your influence. Control will be futile. Still, I had something for Stelle and Ham. When I gave it neither seemed pleased with my conclusion because I didn’t emotionally become drawn into their presentations. I ended by saying.

“Once you have stepped outta the plane knowing you really don’t wanna Skydive, it’s a ‘lil late to say, “Stop the ride I wanna get off”

Psssss: There is none.