Sunday, November 15, 2009

A Nikeface Confession: Head is Necessary.


There are many things necessary for a relationship to fundamentally work. Along with all that lovey, dovey stuff, there is a physical attraction that must exist for any relationship to be healthy and function properly. I have learned over the years that head is necessary for a relationship to work. Not saying that if you give your partner oral sex then she/he will never leave you, I'm just saying that if everything else is going great in your relationship and you don't give head &your partner finds someone who will, [they don't even have to be good at it] she/he will cheat on you.

I know those of you that may love your mate but for some odd reason aren't incorporating oral sex into your sexual repertoire should be taking heed to my direction. I am not claiming to be the love doctor and once again, I am not saying that head will save your relationship but I am saying that it always makes your mate feel better. A lot of fellas complain about how bad the oral sex from their girlfriends, wives, friend with benefits, etc. is, but since most females don't know how to make THEMSELVES orgasm they dont know that they have the liberty to complain and bash his horrid abilities to perform the notorious act of cunniligus. I'll tell you a secret and I only know this because I came in contact with a man that literally made my toes curl & I had to figure out what in the SAM HELL he was doing to me. So, I watched him! Though, sometimes my vision would get blurred and I'd be screaming so loud that concentrating on his technique was almost impossible; I figured out exactly what he was doing and by golly it was simple! Know your anatomy, fellas! The clitoris is sensitive and becomes even more so, once you make it "hard." So find it &get to work! Don't be alarmed, if she grabs your head &completely smothers you against her vagina &is no longer making those squeaky-"I'm trying to sound like a pornstar"-noises because she was probably faking anyway. Keep going even if her pelvis is vibrating violently and she won't keep still. That means you're doing it right. If you don't know what I'm talking about...you better get to practicing. Tell her Ms. "Luxurious &Oh So Lavish" sent ya!

Ladies, giving a man head is NOT rocket science. Men are such primal creatures that you don't have to do much to get them in the mood. Some men don't require it of their long-time mates to perform oral sex and those are the most unhappy. A happy man is a well-sucked off man &don't we just love happy men? There are just a couple of basics that can get you on your way to a happier, healthier relationship. Firstly, no teeth [until you get talented enough to use them properly. yes, felattio is a talent! not everyone can do it. some people are naturals and others will always have a mediocre performance.] There's an area on the backside of the penis, where the head and shaft meet that is uber sensitive...make that your point of reference and try to touch it as often as possible. NO DEEP-THROATING, unless you know what you're doing. *TIP* Take a deep breath through your nose and take his penis a little further than usual. The deep breath lowers your soft palette and allows "deep-throating." This takes practice, preferably when you're not drunk or have just eaten! But if you're not trying to throw up on his man muscle but want to have the same effect, let his penis hit the inside of your cheek. This sensation makes him think he's hit the abyss &you get to keep your lunch down, just make sure...NO TEETH. haha! They hate that. Also, if you're not down with that whole swallowing thing, don't let him ejaculate in your mouth. If you feel some type of way about having semen & his kids all in your oral cavity, do a quick "let me know when..." &if he doesn't &nuts in your mouth anyway...you have the right to reserve sexual contact indefinitely. Lastly, practice PRACTICE practice!

One thing I think that is just as important as GIVING head is that the recipient HAS TO MAKE THE GIVER feel SEXY while doing it. Don't say anything like "yeah, bitch suck my fucking dick!" or "Nigga, you better eat this pussy or i'mma call your momma!" You have to make your mate feel like that you appreciate their effort. If they aren't doing it right and it doesn't feel like it should, guide them...sexually. Teach them what you like. Communication is key in a good relationship and works wonders during sex.

pce.
nkefce

No Offense to You..

BUT I am not a lesbian. I am not bi-sexual. &never have I ever be bi-curious or wanted to delve into a day in the life of a homosexual individual. No shade to any homosexual individual that may or may not read this because I am not homophobic. I just want females that approach me to take heed JUST like the males that also make futile attempts to sleep with me, court me or simply get me to look in their direction by staring like they have x-ray vision. NO means NO, people! Recently, I've been had the experience of a female making VERY unsettling advancements to the point where I thought I may be in a BIT of danger. She wasn't "ugly," and my homeboys insisted that I should have seen how far she wanted to take things but I have seen FAR too often that a female "becomes" bi-curious after a man has come in & damaged their emotions, they make it a mission to "turn out" other girls that may seem innocent.


Honestly, I lived in Atlanta for several years and I've seen some women literally go from male to female in one night. No shade, once again ...do you. Do whatever your adult brain and thought process persuades you to do. But if you're going to pursue the same sex, PLEASE RESPECT MY SPACE! Goodness. Seriously, if a female is just as overbaring and inconsiderate as a man, in her attempts to "get at me," I will respond just the same. I DO appreciate a pretty ...scratch that a BEAUTIFUL woman. Everyone knows about my "thing" with Rihanna; those LONG legs and Bajan accent. Her lack of talent surprisingly doesn't turn me off, but I appreciate her sexiness all the same. I just say all of this to say... If you ask me out &I say NO outright and firmly, PLEASE TURN AROUND AND GO THE OTHER WAY.

pce.
nkefce.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

A Nikeface Confession: Just Feel It.


As I've grown older, I've noticed that sometimes guarding your feelings are essential to protecting yourself from a broken heart, disappointment and pain but I've also learned that it is imperative to differentiate between those that deserve your sincerity and those that do not. It may seem almost impossible to move on from someone whom you loved and consider opening up yourself to someone else. I believe the people that hurt us are the most important people in finding true happiness. Out of the characteristics, personality traits and physical appearances, it's damn complicated to conjure up the perfect mate; to create an ideal person that incorporates all your earthly desires and needs. Not only does it take an infinite amount of time to list our wants in a mate, primarily because our wants change frequently and sometimes contradict themselves, it is humanly impossible for a someone to be infallible and possess every such characteristic that we've compiled in our mile long list.

The relationships we go through in life, the ones that crash and burn, the ones that explode in violence, anger and ultimately depression are the most valuable ones in our future relationships. To know what you want is good, but to know exactly what you don't want is invaluable. I think it is a blessing to be able to come out of a failed relationship with knowledge of what your limits are and what you will not tolerate ever again. Some individuals don't mind infidelity [me being one of them because I believe that if any opportunity arises for a man to cheat and potentially not get caught, he will act now and think about it later] but care more about the compassion and affection from their mate. If you know that you do not want a mate that resembles anything of the past mishaps you experienced, then you're more than half-way down the right path to a successful relationship.

The next steps deal with personal feelings. Sometimes it is best to just let yourself feel whatever it is you feel about your partner. I find it stressful and tense when you try to fight feelings of love or hate. It's like they say, it takes more muscles to frown than it is to smile. So if someone makes you happy, let them make you happy. If you guard your heart from every individual that tries to enter your life, you will definitely miss out on some amazing individuals. I've used this philosophy in making and keeping my friends. I, now, know what I value in a friendship and it's a bit deeper than smoking, drinking, partying and trivial banter about "personal" issues. I, now, know what I value in a relationship with a significant other. Someone with compassion, honesty and good work ethic. I'm old-fashioned at heart. I appreciate a man that does manual labor, but doesn't mind cooking. I like a man that is independent and responsible. Sadly, before now, I had no idea what I truly wanted in a mate until I had the most unproductive and meaningless relationship with a person whose personality did not compliment mine and whose outlook on life was nothing more than how to satisfy his personal desires, and that is absolutely fine. It's just not fine with me. A man like that can never be able to show love to another person because vulnerability would be shown and he has no confidence that the one who loves him would actually catch him when he falls.

That relationship has helped me realize what I don't want in a partner and enabled me to recognize a real man when I finally came in contact with one. My rotten past relationships were blessings in disguise because my heart became stronger from working so hard to love people that did not love me back. And now, with this big, strong heart I am able to love my son, my family and open up to someone who has potentially swept me off my feet without even knowing. My past relationships have keened my sense of judgement and honesty. I am more straightforward with what I want from him and I feel that he is sincere in every sense of the word. We fit together and it's amazing. I've also learned that in due time, love will come again and I am in no rush ---but, if that's what I feel...

I'm going to just feel it.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Congrats to Nike & Doernbecher Children's Hospital...

I'm kinda late on this one BUT "...better late than never," is what everyone always says. Congrats to Nike entering their 6th year of collaborations with Doernbecher Children's Hospital. Six patients designed six "one-of-a-kind" Nikes that were featured in an unveiling back in September and were auctioned, in which all proceeds went to the hospital.




(images from SneakerNews.com)
Air Jordan VI. AF1. P-Rod III.
Air Max Zenyth. Dunk High. Shox NZ.

they should be in selected outlets sometime this month. Maybe Charleston will get LUCKY.

pce.
nkefce.

NikefaceTV Ep.1: A Nikeface Confession



pce
nkefce.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Rihanna get REAL!






Firstly, you guys KNOW I absolutely ADORE Rihanna. Like I totally would DO HER, today if she would let me. I was completely shocked and apalled when I first heard about the domestic violence incident that happened in February. I always thought that Chris Brown, Rihanna and I would make the happiest marriage EVER. I guess not now, since I'd have to whoop Chris ass for whoopin' Ri-Ri's ass...*sigh* I digress. I think they way they both handled it was great, she kept quiet while he did MAJOR MAJOR damage control with endorsements and radio stations not playing his song. I think she did the right thing but NOT speaking and letting him attempt to repair his career b/c he IS young and DUMB and definitely had a bright little future ahead of him. She came back with a response everytime he posted something then shit, it wouldn't have made a difference how many roadsides he walked or hours he volunteered with the little disabled babies in Virginia [ or whatev tha fuck he's doing..shit.] it wouldn't have mattered if she kept responding b/c all eyes would be on her & i dont think tha situation would have been diffused as quickly as it did, if she opened her sexy ass mouth. *whew*

BUT ...NOW, about 9 months after the incident, she's releasing her album on Nov. 23rd and coincidentally her ass in breaking her silence about the whole "Chris Beat My Ass" thing. She's going to be on Good Morning America on Thursday @ 7am & 20/20 on Friday Night @ 9pm. [OF COURSE, I'M GOING TO WATCH!] BUT...hmm, alterior motive/promo opt, much ass nigga? ---I mean, yeah, if she waited any later to talk about it tha year would be over and it would DEFINITELY be old news. But, to use it to promote her album. C'mon. I'm going to tell you EXACTLY who's going to buy...1)those old ass people she's performing for on that random cruise. 2) those little boppers in sororities that still think cutting off your hair on ONE side is cute. NOW, I'll tell you EXACTLY who will NOT buy that piece of crap ...1)anyone who hates autotune &voice effects 2)people who enjoy good music 3) people who pirate music &wouldn't waste a dime on someone they aren't a fan of. ---haha.

I'm just saying. Drama does equal free PROMO. but not enough for folks to buy your album. Get Real, boo!

Friday, October 30, 2009

Damn Sig...

soo, yeah. about this jay-z diss from beanz...umm. i just gotta get my laugh out. GNROTMFFLMMFAO!!!! i rate "Average Cat" about a 6/10 on tha beef/diss track scale.









okay. though, hip hop was founded on battle raps and shit like that. i still gotta laugh a little bit. NOT cuz Sig tha SAVAGE, tha epitome of Goonery is coming at Jay whom i LOVE. I'm laughing at tha outro this nigga put on this diss track. your flow should be enough. you should jst be snapping so hard on a diss record that you don't have to clarify, verify and amplify whatever it is that initially inspired you to record a track airing out your personal beef with anyone ...not JUST Jay. i'm mad this nigga is almost crying at tha end of tha track...like "dude, you broke my heart. you were my friend. que pasa?" And to be honest, Beanie was probably one of tha most gutta motherfuckers in tha ROC camp ...them philly niggas are savages. like literally...they get tha cartilage part off tha chicken bone &they have those Jersualem, "follow tha drinking gourd" ass beards. they were timberlands, &scullies in tha summer...JUST ANIMALS, i tell ya! ---i'm just saying... as a DISS record, i expected more.


or was it a catalyst for something much more Sig-esque...?

Personally, i think Jay & Bey need to go buy a fucking island and leave tha game to new FRESH talent. Especially since Jay's entire album is about how he's too rich to go back to his raw, uncut rhymes. ---fine, take your money &ACTUALLY retire. :) [no shade tho...]

Thursday, October 29, 2009

i'm just NOT a fan.

i'm just gonna go ahead &put this on here. just because i have this somewhat debate with people far too often. This whole Nicki Minaj being hot like DYLAN, DYLAN DYLAN ass niggas. Firstly, i'm not saying she sucks. ---actually... i DEFINITELY AM. she's garbage. yall bitches think she hot cuz she trying to replace trina...who tried to replace LIL KIM &FOXY. ain none of yall "bad bitches" and got SHIT on FOXY BROWN. yeah, she might be deaf &she in and out of jail and shit...but FUCK YOU. she's awesome. ---no shade, but i dont think nicki minaj is great. tha bitch not even good. so WHAT'S all tha commotion?

i'm sorry i know what raw talent sounds like, wait. no. i'm not. &by NO MEANS am i saying that i have tha best musical ear &i should be somebody's A&R person. but if a rapper comes out sounding another rapper... when tha fascade of another rapper...then *ahem [bow wow, you are NOT TI.]* i will not be a fan. [being a fan, means knowing the lyrics to numerous songs throughtout tha span of an artists career.]...i will not ask the aforementioned "rappers" for autographs. i might not even recognize Ms. Minaj in tha street. Hell, she look like somebody i knew that went to Burke HS. or who graduated from Mays High School. shit. seriously. ---i'm not hating. because i never said she didn't look good. i'd pipe [only if she got tha BUTTPADS on. poke a lil whole in tha front!] but still...tht's BEYOND tha point. she HAS NO TALENT! period. all i gotta do is get some enhancements to my ass &play around with my voice until i find something pitchy and annoying and get one of my musically inclined goons to write me some savage shit. &move to ATL. bet i'd be on tha radio. &then i'd get on YOUTUBE w/ a video. : i'm just saying. don't say no shit about a bitch having a mixtape, or video or some other "baller-esque" ranked marketing medium... ALL a nigga need is marketing money. you no longer have to have talent to get on TV. or have a shitty ass video on 1-0-SUCKS &dork.

i'm just NOT a fan.

What YOUR future looking like..?

yeah. so lately, i've been contemplating tha idea of moving away again and trying to start a new life with my son. unlike last time, i have a bit more responsibilities and my outlook &perspective on life has changed. ---so i'm taking the important thing into account. I'm weighing my options, tis why i've been dwelling on it for the past 6mths or so. I knew there would come a time when I had to thank my people for everything they've done &finally embark on this cold world, all by my lonesome again. But UNLIKE last time, i am equipped with more knowledge, wisdom and focus than i had before and am MUCH more confident in my abilities "out there."

In the mist of my contemplation, i run across different avenues in which i could fenagle something &get a head start on my future. BUT...everytime i'm about to take that last step to the point of minimal/no return something happens. SOMETHING always stops me and makes me rethink it...maybe it's fear...or maybe it's my, now btter, sense of judgement; a gut feeling that "hmmm, you may make tha same mistake again, if you cut corners" &so i don't. i wait it out because a little bird once told me that after the rain comes sunshine. so i pick my battles and decided to weather the storm a bit more. School has always been easy for me but after a certain point i think it became less of a priority and more of a burden. More of a liability in tha short term than a long term asset.---but that was my weak state of mind. my immaturity at its peak &i'm paying tha consequences everyday. The immense lack of employment opportunities makes it a hard decision for young adults who have to pay bills. I know I say this often, TOO often i'm being to think, that i STILL know college graduates who are becoming depressed and shoved into the "real world" because the scarcity of employment is RIDICULOUS. I know grown ass men that still live of their parents because they were unable to get A job after college, not a GOOD job. just A job.

People always suggest low paying jobs, just to have some sort of employment until you find something in your field of study...but SHIT. even with those jobs, hiring managers dont want to hire someone they feel may cost them more money. an over-qualified individuals ...is what they call 'em. The same person with the college degree can go to a a better paying job in their field of study and apply for an entry-level position and STILL not get it because they don't have "experience." &a LOT of places want 2+ years of experience. ----so tha question is... be over-qualified with no job OR start at tha bottom &work your way up? It'll probably take approximately the same time to get where you need to be...except you'll actually be getting paid doing one.

jst a thought.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

To You:

yeah, so i wrote these pieces a WHILE ago... &i finally found them.

F'n C's: Ode to a Good Man

I Flirted with tha wrong guy &caught feelingsFeelings that had me feeling that i probably shouldn't feel him. So i'm feverishly fiendin for a fella less apealing but I couldn't quite find anyone with that more than friends feeling.

So.

My head is in tha clouds contemplating cautiously about my cuncubine aquaintance that I can't seem to leave. Quoting common cases. Occurring oh too commonly;"be cautious &careful. Consider cancelling him oh so casually."

But...That fucking familiar feeling keeps following me around. This nigga gotta figga...that I've never fucking found. Once again, i'm finding myself; fuckin w/ a "friend"...if I could just find a worthy fella; i'd do less fondling w/ him.

Yet.

He continuously captures me. Catching every cue. Slipping in my comfort zone, "girl, what'd i'd do to you!" I reply "i'm coming." i'm cumming. Came. But, No consequences came.

So.

I'm still flirting with tha wrong guy. Feelings feeling free. Feverishly fiending for his fingertips on me. Fuck. I'm falling for this guy; &he's been fell for me. But I can't fuck with this normal guy cuz he's too good for me.

...made me sing like Beyonce (this one was literally copied &pasted from fbook...)

Friday, April 3, 2009 at 1:17am Edit Note Delete
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*so i've found a NEW muse [no offense to my past muses]. everytime I get tha urge, I just whip out "mandy" [my pda] &begin to type. ---but since mase spit up on my phone my "p" & "o" keys don't work. 'tis why I used zeros instead. how am I making o- & p- words now, you ask? 3 words. TOUCH SCREEN, BITCH! but using keyboard is faster... anywho, my muse shall remain unidentified out of respect for my past muses &for tha sake of gigantic male egos that think this poem is about them...* ENJOY!

He whispers sweet n0things;while he ainSAYIN n0thing but he's breathing s0 deep I can feel him thru tha ph0ne.

My s0ul smiles s0 wide. &I d0n't kn0w why but it's c00l cuz y0u're c00l and I can dig it cuz y0u're y0u.

A sm00th 0perat0r, n0 criminal intent but y0u're stealing my heart &it's been well w0rth tha wait.

Never have I ever th0ught I c0uld feel again, tha way I d0, t0 say I d0 t0 y0u, f0r y0u i'm made.

str0ng. l0ng deep sex. Deep c0nv0. str0ng heart. Beat chest. A king, a man. My man tha king, I feel y0ur heart. I hear it sing. t0 me. Thru me y0ur light shines bright ...n0t t0 s0und like her;

but y0ur hal00..00..00...

y0u

Are

My

saving

Grace.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

long overdue...


tha other day i went to work. i was lifted like a redneck's f-150 and looking forward to a LONG uneventful and rather mundane day at work. i get there stupid early because i was having every intention of being tha first to get cut; i didn't feel like that shit that day.


so. i get there. i'm sittin there just chillin. yall know how i do. then one of my many friends from the kitchen rolls up on me as usual ...&asks me what's wrong. he said he was so used to me coming in with a smile on my face, hugging and joking around with everyone. he started complimenting me RANDOMLY. not your everyday, "oh you look nice today" ass compliments.


"you got your own car, right?"

YEAH.

"&you in school? and you work..."

YEP. FULL TIME STUDENT.

"man, you doin sooo good. you are a strong black woman. you only 21?"

AW, THANKS. YEP. JUST 21...

"omg. you are doing so well. you keep doing you, girl. you are definitely an amazing woman."


He hugged me, yall. &i started crying. I just wanted to tell him THANK YOU. but i couldnt stop crying. i was bawling. but tha tears JUST WOULDN'T STOP. i've been getting complimented by a lot of my friends by tha way i handle shit. &i just want to tell them that this shit is HARD. it is tiresome and stressful. but that's LIFE.


so, once i got that little cry out. i told him thank you. i got cut first. &enjoyed my day off work.


so everybody hustling, grinding and staying focused. yall keep doing yall shit. but sometimes, you gotta let that stress and frustration out. i know for me, that was LONG OVERdue.


pce.

nkefce.

i'm BACK.

yeah. so, i've been severely MIA, tha tasks and duties of motherhood, school &work have kept me from my little piece of bliss. my own little corner in tha cyberworld where i can DO &SAY whatever tha FUCK i want... heehee. i know you guys missed me. &if you didn't that's cool too. to each his own...

so i was looking for this poem that i wrote about my boo, i originally posted it on fbook but i deactivated my account some months ago & could've SWORN i emailed to myself... but anywho. in my quest to find my gosh darn piece i stumbled acrossed the beginnings of my life story...
i was in a different state of mind back then... about 6 months ago. &now, i dont think i'll be able to finish...at least not in tha same direction i was going at first. i haven't proofread &i just skimmed over tha first paragraph before i thought i posting it here. so bare with tha grammatic errors and shit... i MAY or MAY NOT go back and fix 'em... anywho..

ENJOY.. or not...

So many things have become much more clear; now that I am at the threshold of my quasi-independence. To be a mother is the ultimate gift &to give life is the ultimate blessing. With that blessing comes ultimate sacrifice, of a lifestyle of leisure, irresponsibility and selfishness.
One cannot understand the pride of motherhood nor the mindset of success &pure unconditional love. Everyone wants to be successful and some are lucky enough to experience true love but motherhood takes those desires and expands them exponentially. A span that almost seems impossible at first glance when one has limited or no immediate resources. So here I am teetering between adulthood and motherhood, a limbo that i've become far too acquainted with for far too long.
My decision to dive head first into what seemed like an appropriate depth; has left me still searching for the bottom. So often has my mindset been that if I finally reach the bottom, then i'll have nowhere to go but up. As soon as I am about to accept defeat, a voice tells me that he has faith that we'll succeed; he is confident in my strength and my abilities. It is then that I pray to the Father for strength not only to tread the waves of tribulations for myself but also for the trials and encroachments beating the shores of my son and my future husband.
My main goal is just to become established. And before today, I thought that if I could just make something occur, practically spontaneous and overnight, that I could finagle my way to a more self satisfying lifestyle. B. A. M. N.---by any means necessary. But as time progressed, things progressively got worse and postpartum depression become a euphamism for my daily life happenings. Anytime I spent alone, I cried. Cried, not to release emotions of frustration, anger or fear but just to decrease the oxygen flow to my cerebral cortex and induce a comatose-like state until my baby woke up, my, then, baby's father called or my mother came home with news of social interaction with individuals that did more than eat, sleep and blow gigantic saliva-based spherical rotunds.
My life had become what my siblings and I rolled over insulting, poking fun and mocking as young adolescents. I felt I had disappointed them, parents and myself. Quickly, things began spiralling out of control and lost become a daily routine. I want better for myself. For my son. For my family. On saturday, april 25, 2009, my journey has begun to become my dream; the american dream ---a better person, responsible mother and loving wife. This is my story.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

PSA: LADIES, invest in YOURSELVES!

I initially was gonna entitle this BLACK females get ya shit together BUT... Today i saw abt 3 other ethnicities tht looked utterly ratchet and have revised my pointers to include ALL females, because every society is carried on tha backs and in tha wombs of its women and we are severely underappreciated.

#1-shave. I'm not saying you gotta removed all tha hair on your body, but PLEASE ladies... In the name of little baby jesus &lebron james, shave your armpits and legs! I mean if you like your vag to look like a baby kitten then so be it, because i cant see it &haven't tha slightest inclination to do so. But it's gross for you to have longer armpit hairs than your man &for your legs to look like you got wool knit socks year-round!

#2-skin care. Ladies, please exfoliate. If you dont knw what that means, google it &then begin. Immediately! Get shower gel w/ tha little exfoliating beads, a facial scrub and pumice for your feet. Your skin is an organ. Since it's constantly exposed to tha sun, it dries out and your basically walked around with dead skin cells on tha surface. Those dead cells can clog your pores, along with dirt, oil &sweat and you end up looking like "who shot john &forgot to kill him!" exfoliating lifts and removes dead skin and reveals tha soft new skin underneath &it also allows your skin to breath &soak up tha moisturizers in your lotion, baby oil gel or whtevr you use to keep your skin from looking like fish scales! Use sunscreen. black, white, indian, piganese. Skin cancer does NOT discriminate. PLEASE..love your skin!

#3-hair! - lord, please help me with this one! Ladies, yall need to either go ahead and cut it all off (it's hair, if kept healthy, it'll grow bck!), get sum braids (age-approriate), weave it up...whtev! Just go ahead &pay somebody to do your hair! Please dont walk around with your hair coarse as hell, with silky yaki tracks &have tha AUDACITY to do curl tha weave &hair flip on another female! C'mon! Get it together. Yall really be cheating yourselves when yall want to cut tha necessary corners, just becuz you dnt want to pay somebody. I'm not saying you have to spends ridiculous amounts of money on your hair, but i've seen too many females w/ cute faces &jst look atrotious bcuz her hair ain fix...

#4- fashion. You KNOW you're body. You know what's comfy on you. When you go shopping, it is the associates job in tha store to assist you with your purchase. Ask them for YOUR size. Not tha size you USED to be or "gettin ready already supposed" be. If you're plus sized, boo. You gotta shop where tha plus-sizes are! They make fantabulous clothes for women of tha big persuasion! They make professional, special occasion, formal, casual and appropriate club clothes for all HUMAN sizes. If you're tha size of a baby elephant then you need medical attention &should be focusing on your health more so than trying to squeeze your asses into some leather footless leggings. Please &thanks. Good quality clothes are not usually cheap in department stores. Save your money up &buy good quality clothes (not gonna name drop because yall know what will fall apart in tha wash &wht will stay tha same color &size after 1, 5 or even 20 wears/washes.) &if you absolutely cannot afford brand new good quality clothes, find consignment or thrift stores in your area. Good clothes at LESS than reasonable prices! But most importantly, find what fits your body structure, shape and what compliments your assets. Find clothes that you are comfortable and confident in that expresses your individual style but doesn't make you look like you escaped from prison and that was all you could find.

Invest in yourself, ladies. You will not find happiness, if you are not, first, happy with yourself &that includes physical appearance.

Pce.
nkefce

Thursday, August 6, 2009

HAPPY BIRTHDAY...

Happy Birthday, Mr. Okie Doke.


you guys should hit him up on TWITTER &wish him a VERY happy birthday. he may or may not say "thank you." but it's tha thought &effort that counts. :)

Have a SAFE and WONDERFUL 75th Birthday...

Yours Truly [not really.],
nkefce

Pce.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Nikeface Confesses...

Yeah, so...
I'd like to think that i'm grouped with the least judgemental people in world, primarily because i like to try new things, meet new people and i'm kinda eccentric when comes to fashion and music. But lately, I've been finding myself grouping people, judging and stereotyping, especially men in &around my age range into categories solely on brief conservation and observation.

16-22yrs. old- It seems to me that this age range shuns responsibilities, selfishness is rampant and respect seems to be the last thing on the list, in regards to themselves and others. I'm NOT saying that i expect every 16yr old male to be able to pay bills on time and support themselves as men. Why? Because though, their anatomy may exude that of a very well built specimen of the male gender, his brain and maturity level is still down and around ...umm, 8th or 9th grade. BUT, I DO expect 16-22yr olds to at least have a JOB! I'm tired of young men waiting until they are shoved into the real world, either by uncontrollable circumstance or by the frustration of whomever takes care of them, to begin to learn how to take responsibility for themselves! Get a job. It feels good to have your own money. To be able to buy meaningless things &flaunt your little piece of change when other jobless adolescents don't have it. By the age of 22, a young man should be able to keep a job. This not only shows that you understand the value of a dollar, it also shows commitment! There a few people, &even less teenagers and young adults, that actually love or even like their jobs. So, if a young man as been working somewhere for a year or more, and maybe even received a raise or promotion then that ATTRACTS females. Ain nobody lookin' for your money, fool! We just like that fact that you are dependable, committed and have tolerance for what is necessary.

22-27yrs/hell, maybe even 28! - these is the age range where we start to define who's a man and who isn't. It maybe hard to tell the difference to the untrained eye or unbroken heart, because these men have played the game, many, many, many times especially those college grads. They've experienced different females and have confidence in their "game" that they can "get" any girl. ---it's sad, though. At this age, some men have YET to experience true responsibility and even more have experienced it, didn't like it and washed their hands of it. At the age of 24, one should have long-term goals! Career-wise, relationships, family, life! I get really frustrated with this age range because there are so many BASIC characteristics that a man in his mid to late-20s should have developed ALREADY! When i say BASIC ...i mean BASIC. Like self-respect, a sense of honesty and compassion towards others. Unfortunately, there are STILL 26 yr old men that think it's imperative that they sleep with a different girl every night and openly express disdain and a needlessness for monogamy, respect for women or trust. I'm not saying that every 26yr old should be in a long-term relationship, i'm just saying that "pimping" IS dead and man-whores are often looked at as depressed, scared little boys that rather sleep around than find out that they aren't much of anything &dont possess the qualities that a WOMAN would/could appreciate. ZERO self-respect. ZERO self-worth. ZERO self-confidence. (well, no REAL confidence because NOW, i can see through the bullshit!) If a guy hasn't developed tha necessary basic characteristics and have JUST started to realize how real LIFE is, we end up with single mothers, fatherless children, broken homes and irreparable relationships. Many men have lost utterly outstanding women because they were unable to show compassion, appreciation and respect for her. (TRUST. I know more than a little bit. Smh.)

29+ SADLY, i still hear stories about men at this age that STILL don't understand who they are, and aren't making haste to do so. Men that really think as long as THEY are happy, no one else really matters. Married men, "committed" relationshipees, etc. At this point, it's just pathetic and many women feel they must settle because if a man is in his 30s and lies, cheats and disrespects everyone in order to maintain his "happiness" then there's not much to life. &that's a lie. But i completely understand.

I didnt write this male bash, because i know several exceptional men. No, they aren't perfect but they are growing. And growth is key. And NOTICEABLE growth is even better. When you haven't spoken to someone in a while and when you do, he has made improvements after advancements, sacrifices after disappointments, and continues to put one foot in front of the other everyday to become a better person, brother, friend, son, whatever; it's beautiful. And as a female, i definitely notice these things. And most of all i definitely appreciate them. Though, i'd never date these guys BUT whomever ends up with any one of them, is to be a lucky duck! So, to all you fellas doing your thing, taking care of your responsibilites, living your life, i wish you MUCH success and love because behind every successful man is beautiful, supportive, and strong woman.

Pce.
nkefce

Friday, July 31, 2009

Dear Charleston,


Ok. Before i go on my rant for this late night blog sesh. I just want to say ...PUBLICLY that i LOVE my CITY ...PUBLICLY. &PUBLICLY i will rep CHUCKTOWN and tha Carolinas until tha day i keel over and kick tha bucket simultaneously. But, PRIVATELY, i'm in pain. my city hurts my heart everyday when i see such atrocities as i have bared witness to in tha recent months.


Dear CHARLESTON:


I know you have talent. I've witnessed the talented children you have birthed and raised and I am proud of you for allowing them to develop and grow but CHARLESTON, please! In order to flourish as a community as a unit we must support each other. we must BUILD each other, and acknowledge pure talent when we come in contact with it! ---but as a child of charleston, as a CHUCKTOWN soulja til tha end, I WILL NOT CONDONE GHETTO ACTIVITIES. I'm not saying you can't embrace where you're from. [though, from my dear friend chap, i've discovered that if you are not and were never a resident of warsaw, poland than you have no idea what a "ghetto" really is.] i will NOT support a female "model" who insists on wearing starburst candy wrappers and 10$ bills in her hair or has her ass hanging out of some Wet Seal jeans she cut holes in. I WILL NOT support a "promo" company that allows their models to wear nylon bra-like tops and shorts that look like they took some of granny's old stockings and cut tha legs off! i will NOT support wack ass, talentless "artists," that think ain nobody "feelin" them &everybody's "hating" on thaCHUCK. i will NOT.


Charleston, PLEASE. if you want tha rest of tha world to FEEL you, HEAR you, SEE you, please act like you got some HOME TRAINING. ---you have such a rich history and culture that i REALLY feel like you're cheating yourself. You can keep your gritty geechee accent and slang but be able to ARTICULATE. be able to let tha world know EXACTLY what you mean, when your lyrics radiate through tha airwaves. Be PRESENTABLE. You can express your style without looking like you fell off a fucking turnip truck! like SERIOUSLY, Charleston. I love you. &i'm only saying these things because, A) they're true. B) i KNOW you can do better. I know you have tha ability to take entertainment, nightlife, music, art, CULTURE to another level and cordially invite tha rest of tha country to your beautiful salt water beaches, FRESH seafood and to "skrait MIXX like a TWIXX, outcha!"


oh, Charleston. if you love me, and i KNOW you do. because you welcomed me and my seed into your loving arms and have helped support us, supplying us with shelter, compassion and understanding---if you love me, like i love you. ---Just take this letter as a gesture of good faith, that you will take heed to what is obviously as befuddling to you as it is to me...


don't change who you are. just modify and adapt. make yourself more appealing to your target audience while enhancing what is already beautiful. you have tha talent. you have tha resources. utilize and succeed.


but ay, man.

i outcha.

mixx me,

nkefce

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Everybody has problems ....

...shit. everybody gotta cry sometimes. shit. let this man release and regroup! but WHY is this FOOL singing in tha background?!! like wdf... tht's tha shit that slays me!



---it's ok, stephon! you can cry. your homeboy shoulda shut his mouth &got you some tissues! life is real, people!

FREE! FREE! FREE!! ---yeeeeeah, boy!

...i know we ALL can appreciate FREE shit these days, especially in this unstable ass economy. BUT not only am i giving you guys access to FREE shit, it's MUSIC!!



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Enjoy!

Saturday, July 25, 2009

a YEAR ago TODAY...

Today is such a DAY for me! ---a YEAR ago, today, i think i made tha realest and most life changing decision of my life and went a little something like this...

so, i met this dude in march 2008 ---i was instantly attracted to him because he was SO freakin' tall. like 6'3" maybe 4"-ish. but he was REALLY tall and yall know i LOVE height. at first, it started out as a casual sex thing and quickly grew into what i believe now to be a rabid cross between LOVE &LUST. like ...i think it was an extreme case of both. but anywhooo, soon after we had began this relationship, i got into a car accident. I was trying to cross traffic because my significant other wanted to eat at some restaurant across tha street or something...&some impatient driver sped down the median and plowed into tha side of my Lexus ES 300 and i thought i died. I wasn't really hurt but my car was no more. i knew i would NEVER see her again &i cried my eyes out. I phoned my mom and told her about tha accident and she insisted that i go to tha emergency room. so, mom made a trip to ATL and took me to tha doctor. so, as anyone knows well, females ...tha doctor has to take a pregnancy test on you before they do x-rays because radiation is harmful to the fetus.

So, i sat there waiting for the doctor to come in and direct me to get my x-rays. he came in and said... "i'm sorry, but i can only give you this splint because you're pregnant." i died. i think i may have died twice. my mother and bf at tha time where sitting in tha waiting room. i was almost certain my life was over. i txted my bf "i'm pregnant." ...he txted me back "i knew it." my mom came back to see why it was taking so long for them to get me out of there, seeing as to i wasn't really injured. ---i then burst into tears and told her i wanted to come home. i wanted to transfer from GSU and go to C of C and leave ATL because i hated it! i hated tha people. i hated tha city, i hated everything about it! ---she told me, "no." she told me that i can't run away from my problems and that i need to deal with them because all they will do is FOLLOW me wherever i end up. i told her to send my bf in. when he sat down, the doctor came in. The doctor asked if he could talk openly. i said "yes. this is my boyfriend." ---he said, "well, it looks like you're between 4-6wks pregnant." and he handed me ALLLLL this paper work. telling me where i could find prenatal care, OBGYN, pharmacies, counseling...everything. i took it threw it in my bag and left. my mom left ATL the next day and i cried. i cried for about 4 hours straight. i decided that having an abortion was tha best thing to do, because i KNEW tha lifestyle that HE was accustomed to &me &a baby didn't fit into that.

so, i called around trying to find abortion clinics and pricings for tha procedure. i found a place that was rather popular. i told her my situation and she told me that they start at 6wks and to call back next week when i knew for sure that i was at least 6wks prego. so i did. i got tha price and a date! i had psyched myself out and was prepared to have this surgery done. i told HIM how much it was, &he some how got tha money. since no one else knew about this, and i no longer had my car &he didn't have one either... he asked a friend to take us to the appt.
---the day before the appt., he picked a fight with me about something VERY stupid and disappeared. he didn't call or come by my apartment. i got scared that something had happened to him and was trying to make sure that he would be able to make the appt w/ a money order so we could get this over with, so i called the friend that was supposed to take us. evn HE couldn't find him. or at least that's wht he told me. ---i then get a call,:

"WHY THA FUCK DID YOU CALL JOHN? WHY YOU CALLING AROUND ASKING PEOPLE ABOUT ME?!"
"what? i just wanted to know what happened to you." ...
"MAN, FUCK YOU! BLAH--BLAH-BLAH! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU BETTER FIND ANOTHER WAY TO PAY FOR THIS ABORTION CUZ I'M NOT GIVING YOU MY MONEY!" ...
"what?!!??!!! i'll get half. i'll just tell my mom. &she'll send me half."...
"WELL, I'LL GET OVER THERE WHEN I CAN. BYE"
*click*

my heart sank to my butthole! i was almost certain that i wouldn't be able to afford half, because i had no idea how my mother would react. but i figured i could get one of my friends to help me out if i told them EXACTLY what was going on. somehow, we made up. don't ask me how or why. i was very stupid and pregnant. &if you've never been alone or pregnant, you can't even imagine tha depression, a lonely pregnant female goes through. i stopped eating for a very long time. relationships with most of my friends went sore. i didn't have a means to contact anyone and i really didn't have ANYONE i could talk to. HE was tha ONLY person that KNEW anything about this situation at least for me &i was ABSOLUTELY ALONE. time pressed on. i got more pregnant, but didn't really show any signs. other than that my boobs were massively massive and my hair was thick as hell.---i partied. hard. i cried. harder. i wasn't a well person. and so we tried AGAIN...

the appt was set for 10am. though, it took forever to get there, we got there on time. &signed up for everything! i was ready. HE goes and asks tha receptionist if he could go and come back. she said that the patient's driver is supposed to stay w/ tha patient tha ENTIRE time. he said that he'd be right back. the receptionist said to be back before 3 o'clock and i could STILL make surgery for tha day. i was SOOO nervous. i figured that whatev he had to do, he'd be back in time. ---HE was like, "babe. let's go. we'll be back." Little did i know that we would be traveling around tha globe. &of course, we missed tha appt. i cried!! i cried sooo hard. i started to give up. but HE said we could try AGAIN next week:

tha next week comes around and i'm ready AGAIN. or so i thought. i go in...get an ultrasound, so they could determine how far along i was. you have the option to see tha ultrasound or not &i opted to see it. ---it was as moving as i thought i was going to be. i didn't change my mind about tha abortion when i saw it...i just was like ..oh. wow. okay. ---but anywhoo, sooo i go back to tha waiting room until they call me back up &when they did ...i was in for a SHOCK! i was farther along than we thought and tha price was almost DOUBLE! we couldn't afford it. i HAD to call my mom.

"hey, mom. what are you doing?"
"HEY, DANI. WHAT HAPPENED? WHATCHU WANT?"
"well, i kinda got something to tell you."
"OMG. ARE YOU PREGNANT?"
"yes."
"HUH?"
"yes."
"SO. WHATCHU WANNA DO ABOUT IT?"
"we can't keep it. we already have half tha money."
"OKAY. WELL, COME HOME THIS WEEKEND AND WE'LL TALK."
"ok"
*click*

---and so, i packed for my trip home. i left on a saturday to come back w/my mom tha next wkend for my appt. when i got home, i had opportunity to tell my sisters that i was pregnant.
"OMG. ARE YOU SERIOUS? WHYYYY? YOU ARE SO STUPID. WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOUL D BE SO STUPID. WHAT ABOUT SCHOOL? WHAT ABOUT YOUR LIFE? ---YOU ARE THA STUPIDEST PERSON I KNOW. WOW. DANI. WOW. REALLY? WOW."

for some odd reason, i really wasn't expecting that from them. i don't think i was expecting them to be happy. i think i was expecting curiousity but compassion. like support or something. i really didn't expect that AT ALL. &since then, i haven't really looked at them tha same. i mean, they are my family, but ...i dunno. it's really different now. i can't really explain it. but i don't feel comfortable talking to them about some personal issues. i don't feel comfortable venting or telling them how i really feel about certain things. basically, i'd probably only tell them things i'd tell a complete stranger. i'm a really open person, so that includes A LOT of things that some ppl may consider personal, but ...it's really not. but anywhooo...

i go back the next week to pack up my apartment and move back to charleston until school started in about 3 weeks. ---HE helped me move out. tha next day we went to the abortion clinic. paid. went through tha ultrasound and i was just waiting to be called dwn to surgery. as i sat there, HE started devulging his "heart" to me. all of a sudden, he REALLY wanted this baby. he REALLY wanted a family and that's really all i needed. i didn't want to have an abortion. i just didn't want to be alone, if i kept it. when i found out that he ACTUALLY WANTED to keep it. i was almost relieved. i called my mom out in tha hallway &he explained to her what he explained to me. he basically said that everything would be taken care of and ALL i would have to worry about was school. he'd have a place for us to stay by tha time school started and everything would be fine. i believed him. she didn't. but it was MY choice to make. ---since i was having reservations, tha counselor wouldn't let me go through with tha surgery. my heart once again fell in my BUTT!

i told my mom what they said.
she was upset. they told us that i would have to get evaluated and cleared by a counselor at PLANNED PARENTHOOD in order to have tha abortion. at that point i was like FUCK IT! i was so ready to leave ATL. if HE said that everything would be ok, then i believed him. AND THAT DAY, [a YEAR ago TODAY...] was tha start of a whole new world, that i was NOT prepared for.

in those 3 short weeks everything feel apart. everything got worse from then on. i got severely depressed and that's not a good feeling when you're 6mths prego. BUT i figured once he SAW our son. once he SAW that we created a person &we were fully responsible for his well-being...that MAYBE he'd want to be more proactive. NO. he didn't. HE was less than a part-time parent. HE completely disappeared. HE caused me more stress than my newborn and my family. HE was like a tumor that i couldn't get rid of. HE was effecting EVERY aspect of my life. HE was inconsiderate and mostly SELFISH. ---he was a monster.

in my heart, i thought my life was over. i was almost certain that i'd be single for tha rest of my life. who would want a 21yr old with a 4month old son? i felt ugly, i felt used, i felt damaged. I was a VERY broken person. I had absolutely NO ONE to confide in &it showed. i became very mean and nasty and my relationship with my friends and family were very damaged and broken. ---then one day, i just cried. i cried a cry that i wanted to cry for about 9months or so. I was so disappointed myself. I was so ashamed at the type of person i had become. i used to be cool and everybody wanted to be around me and know me. but as soon as, times got hard NO ONE was there. &tha ppl that TRIED to be there only did so because they felt obligated. &sometimes, it STILL feels that way, BUT...

i'm much happier now. i've established a connection with God and my son that no one will ever be able to break. i've made a plan for myself that i am GOING to stick to. my son has been more than an inspiration to me. he makes me feel pretty and confident. he makes me happy when at times, i just wanna be sad. he keeps me company when everyone else has plans. ---i'm not saying it's tha most fun i've had, because right now, it's more stressful than not. i'm still building and learning when it comes to my situation. Being a mother is the most work i've ever done and i didn't even really apply for this position,but i'm learning.

I just want to tell whomever is reading this that ALL things are possible through Jesus Christ. Just stay focused and take care of your responsibilities. if you do what you're supposed to do, things will get better. if you keep your priorities straight, you'll be EVERYTHING you were meant to be. I consider my son a blessing because he showed me WHO is father really was & WHO i really am. He stopped me from going down a very dangerous road and i thank him everyday by being tha BEST mother i can be.

so. thanks for celebrating this day with me.
pce.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Change a Habit in 10days.

yeah, so i heard, or maybe i read it somewhere that when you're trying to either break a habit or break into a habit it takes about ten days and the first three are the hardest. i mean, tha whole process was said to be hard...ya know, incorporating some kind of permanent change in your life always is. but...UGH, it brings soo MUCH freaking anxiety. like, in different forms. i get anxious and my body temp goes up...like i can feel my face getting hot..kinda like when i get mad. i can feel tha blood flow in my extremities, my phalanges and sometimes even my belly button. i know it sounds really weird...but that's really how i know i'm under a lot of stress. everything kinda freaks me out and i become introverted and start focusing on whatever is stressing me out to tha max!

---i was talking to my beloved bFFfL, harry about a sitch in his life and i heard myself something out loud that i've been carrying around for a long time. tha way, i always go back to some ex-"love of my life" as a comfort when i enter a new stage in my life or encounter uncomfortable amounts of stress and anxiety. like when i graduated and moved on to college, i think i made i harder on myself to break up with my ex, Joshua because moving to a new city made me so anxious. i was worried about making friends, keeping my scholarship, grades, money... just beginning a new stage w/o anyone i knew was KILLER, so i continued a kind of jinky and unhealthy relationship with Joshua. like, whenever i came home for holiday breaks, we'd kinda pretend that we were together, even though i was certain that he had begun dating again and so had i. but he was sooo comforting, he was always there. he was tha one i'd drunk call. or cry to, ugh! i love that kid, &to this day, i still do. but i got accustomed to my new life and i kinda moved on from him.

&so it continued. ya know, i'd always run back to Pat when something went wrong. just so i could vent. i prob woulda ran back to Josh but i think he changed his number on me or something. maybe i broke my phone and lost it. i dunno, whatevs. then, recently, it was a battle between Pat and tha BD. lol. ---yeah, it's kinda weird. anytime, my BD was acting crazy or if i just couldn't deal with his shit anymore, i'd just call Pat. it was so convenient and comforting because Pat hated his fucking guts for getting me pregnant and ultimately leaving me in tha first place. so, it wasn't like Pat would try to talk sense into me. He'd always be like, "baby, i love you, so much. fuck that liteskin nigga. i'll beat his ass. i'll kill him for you. i'll come get you and mase and yall can come stay with ME!" &i loved it. i don't think i'm so much in love w/ Pat still, it's just he's a constant. he never changes. he's like your favo pair of undies. you buy new ones but none of them really fit like your favs so you'll never throw them out. But then again, when i was going through something stressful in my life, just in general, i'd call my BD and pretend like i wanted to be with him, because that's tha only way he'd express much concern. &oddly, it was comforting. or maybe it was more like a diversion, like a little get-away from what i probably should have been dealing with head-on in tha FIRST place.

i'd always create this kind of fantasy life with him and tell him how i wanted to be with him and it would last for a couple days, maybe a week or so, until i realized that whatever i was stressed about didn't/wouldn't kill me or it was resolved somehow... i'd go back to how i really feel about that nigga, &he'd always call me a flip-flopper. [actually, i've been called that before and now that i think about it...i was probably doing tha same thing w/ him too. kinda using him as a safety net to get over a hump in my life.] ---that's KINDA fucked up but not really, i mean i AM human. but i know that's not right, now. Primarily, because i NOW know tha confusion tha other party goes through. [excluding Pat, because though he'd tell me all that stuff, which i never believed..he kept doing him. lol. &that's why i love him so much. he's a real nigga. he plays his role and keeps shit moving. lol. LOVE that KID. like fo'real!]

Harry was so fucking confused about what to do in this certain sitch, because on his end he was getting mixed signals. honestly, i prob couldn'tve given two or more fucks about how THEY REALLY felt [at that specfic time], because i was sooo stressed and instead of really talking about what was stressing me, i'd make light of it and just let tha convo drift into something that i was more comfortable talking about like...awesome sex, tha love that i used to have for them, or something that involved our past [tha good times only...] that would ALWAYS make me smile and feel better. so i'd do it more often and regularly and may have seemed to tha COMFORTguy that i might want to be with them somehow or...like i actually sit and think about them all tha time. lol. i know it sounds kinda heartless so that's why i've decided to try something new...

when i get anxious, stressed and fill with doubt, i'm gonna try not to run back to any of the aforementioned COMFORTguys. yesterday was tha first day and it went well, in a sense that i didn't call anyone, BUT ...today, i'm soo shaky... and i'm hungry but can't really eat. i mean...i had some ribs and lima beans &rice &a big ass cup of red kool-aid.. [YUM] but still...i feel hungry. or maybe it's butterflies...which are really nervousness which comes from my anxiety and doubt about tha unknown! ---day#2 bitches, &these withdrawal symptoms are NOT tha bizness! at all. i think it's not going so well, because i haven't really replaced these guys with anything. maybe i should start exercising again...

writing this blog kinda helped.
ugh. any suggestions?
=/

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Featuring...

...Mr. Demetrius Bra aka Meat Da Man...




straight outta "collipawwwk." i fuck w/ this dude. he's an overall good guy. musically, he's a hustla and from tha sounds of this new tuneage, i think he's trying new sounds and i kinda like it. ---i don't have facebook &i refuse to promote it, even if he has one. lol. sorry, personal reasons. you can DEF get a taste of this new georgia sound at: [time for shameless promotions and plugs. LMAO.]

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LMAO. yeah, that's me in tha red, xmas PJ pants...lmao! good times!

Ooooh, yall wanted MUUUUUSSSSIIIIIC...k...


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ask.nikeface@gmail QUESTION of tha DAY:

So, i really didn't think anyone was really going to send any emails once i ACTUALLY gave them an opportunity to be featured on tha blog BUT... i was MISTAKEN. i like being wrong every once in a while. i LIKE thinking tha worst... &expecting tha typically and being pleasantly surprised! anywho... so this is my VERY first EMAIL RESPONSE:

Ask Nikeface: "hey gurl. i like ur blog. i don't read it everyday but when i do run across ur link on ur myspace or twitter page i make sure i read what u updated. my question is what is ur advice for a young single mother."

Nikeface Confesses: well, i want to say congrats, to you [if you're tha young single mother] or to whomev you're refering to. having a baby is one tha most beautiful and amazing blessings God could have ever given to tha human race. and you should be thankful that he chose you. but it's HARD. it is SOOO HARD. like, not even financial [but mostly.] ---but the emotions you go through. my son is 6mths old and i think i'm finally getting postpartum! it's really ridiculous. my mood swings are horrendous, but most of tha time i'm by myself so, no one has to feel my wrath anymore. lol. but seriously, my best advice to have a plan and stick to it. of course, you're going to have work around shit and revise, devise and finalize LOTS of times. but always, do what's best for YOU and tha BABY. accept ALL tha help you can. food stamps, daycare vouchers, WIC, job training classes, job placement services, housing assistance...WHATEVER you can qualify for... get it, because contrary to popular belief people ACTUALLY need those benefits and YOU, as a YOUNG, SINGLE, mother should be taking advantage of these tools offered by your state. even if no one else believes you can, I DO! because i'm def not an expert on being a single mom, BUT ...i am one nonetheless and am actually kinda flattered you sent this question. ---soo, ahhh, yeah... just stayed FOCUSED and POSITIVE. love God, love your seed and love YOURSELF.

yours truly.
nkfce.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Gimme whatcha GOT...

Hey, everybody!
---surprisingly i've received several emails from readers to my personal email account, [which is apparently public knowledge. :/] but anywho..i received emails from some readers commenting on how much they enjoy my blog and how entertaining it really is...

&TODAY, a friend of mine suggested that i give you guys a way to suggest topics for me to blog about or ask my opinions on certain situations, music, artists, news WHATEV... sounds like a GREAT idea to MEEE! :)

you guys can hit me up at:
ask.nikeface@gmail.com

[YES, i'm a Gmail-er now! eff Y!...lol. jking.] ---send your questions, comments, mixtapes, sneaker reviews, fashion DO's &DON'Ts [with a pretty little pic too, if you want] ...and you'll be featured on my BLOG. how exciting! lol. at least for me... :)

looking forward to hearing from yous guys!

Friday, June 26, 2009

REAL niggas don't fake tha DEAL... word.

i just want to clarify a few things for a couple fake niggas out there that thought i gave shit about what they really think about me, as a person, my sexual history or whatever else. Firstly, i know i'm a pretty ass motherfucker. i got swag out tha ass and i'm not a dumb bitch so i can hold a conversation about practically anything. i just want to acknowledge tha real niggas out there that have fucked with me, primarily because of my cool ass personality. ---i've been thru some real ass shit in my life and it has contributed to tha way i approach life and tha people in it. some people can handle real shit. some people can't. some people think they have to trick and manipulate just so that people will perceive them as this certain persona. some people are confident in themselves enough to let people know tha REAL them. that's tha people i like to keep in my circle.

i have come across SEVERAL motherfuckers in tha past couple of years that i have outwardly called my friends but never got too close to them. i may have partied, drank, discuss some personal situations with them, but they were NOT my friends. i can honestly say that there may only be about 3 ppl outside of my family that know my entire life story. i'm an open person, so many people may know bits and pieces of certain situations in my life, but that's what ppl do when they express empathy towards one another.

i'm not gonna lie. i've fucked up and let some roaches and rats in my circle and i've also lost touch with some of the most genuinely beautiful people i've ever met in my life. some i've had that opportunity to reconcile with and others i just let alone because you have to know when a person's time is up in your life. i'm still learning how to read ppl and know who i need to keep at a Dwight Howard's armlength.

Tha shit i hate tha most are tha niggas that walk around here, huffing and puffing like niggas give a shit about them. tha nigga with tha loudest bark, is tha BITCH out tha group. tha nigga walking around trying to fuck all tha girls, tha nigga that parties every night and tries to flash money around like he "got it," that's tha nigga that's really battling within himself. that's tha motherfucker who REALLY needs to go somewhere and find out what his purpose is in life. he is AFRAID. he is SCARED. he is afraid of failure, rejection, acception and love. he's just walking around trying to create a fascade of someone that he believes is better that who is REALLY is. and a person who thinks material things and money are more important than love and family is a fucking idiot. a person who believes that fucking a different girl every night and getting drunk and spending money frivolously is a man of sadness and depression.

i fuck with tha nigga that works hard. i fucks with tha nigga that takes care of his responsibilities even if that means he can't go out and club or buy need clothes and shoes for a month. or 6 months or even a year or so. a nigga that can differentiate between necessity and desire. a nigga who has confident in his abilities when NO ONE else does. a nigga who doesn't base his life on tha actions of tha next man. a nigga with some goals and accomplishments. a REAL ass nigga. a nigga who'll let you know that he don't have money for that shit. a nigga who'll appreciate a good conversation about REAL music or current events. a nigga who isn't embarassed or ashamed by his past relationships or experiences, but uses them as lessons learned and doesn't mind sharing them with another real nigga. ---it's sad that a nigga will pretend to be real until REALNESS hits his motherfucking ass in tha face then he curls up like a bitch and hides behind tha fascade that incapacitated him for all these years.

i consider myself a REAL nigga. becuz i am just want i described. in no way shape or form am i suggesting that i am a perfect human being, because there is no such thing. i'm not saying that i don't make mistakes. i'm not saying that i don't have things going in my life that people may judge me for. but i am CONFIDENTLY saying that i try my best to be as honest about things as possible. if a nigga need to talk, usually i'm there. i maintain who i am, to tha best of my abilities and adapt to certain situations and circumstances. i am who i am. i've changed my view and perpective over the years, because i've grown older, experienced more things and gained more wisdom... so if i were to redo some stages of my life with tha knowledge that i have now, then i would definitely do somethings a bit differently. but i don't harp on what has already happened. i can't change what is already done and i can't control tha actions of others.

but i just wanted to let yall REAL niggas out there know, that i appreciate yall. and if yall can't find a bitch that does, we can roll and clown all tha fake bitches. cuz they know who they are and they envy us. they will never be us, unless they learn to embrace themselves flaws and all and are willing to let others in. ---i fuck witchu...

word.

Monday, June 22, 2009

PLAY. YOUR. ROLE. shiiiiiiit...

i dunno if this shit be bothering yall, or if i'm just so fucking hypersensitive that i just get this vibe from almost everyone that comes to me with their problems. It seems to be a fucking PANDEMIC... niggas need to play their damn ROLES. don't try to save a hoe, when you're tha "fuck buddy." don't be trying to act all nonchalant, when you're tha "live-in boyfriend." UGH!

this shit is REALLY beginnning to piss me tha fuck off. There are a few DISTINCTIVE roles when interacting with a member of tha opposite sex [non-related.] There's significant other [gf, or bf.], fuck friend [only purposes are mild conversation and intense sexual intercourse, as seldom or as often as the RANGleader would like. usually tha girl..] friend, [it is EXACTLY that. a FRIENDship. nothing MORE. and NEVER anything LESS.], and stuckfriend [a general term, i use to describe tha horrid BM/BD relationship]...&tha OTHER woman/man [you already know.]

I'll explain EXACTLY what you should be doing if you ever find yourself in any of tha aforementioned categories and highlight how yall be FUCKING upppppp! [of course, this is from a female's point of view, but i'm sure some niggas gonna be able to feel me...cuz this shit is REAL!]

Significant Other- You're supposed to be THE best friend. there should be trust and respect from both people with an uncanny amount of understanding for each other's strengths, weaknesses and personality.
.....FUCK UP: when there's an argument or disagreement. niggas [not specifically males, just niggas meaning ppl..] like to act like they don't care. they want to act nonchalant and try to see who'll cave first. like, nigga. c'mon. if i'm supposed to be your girl/nigga then shit, we should be able to have a discussion and share opinions without motherfucking playing that 'tit for tat' bullshit. GROW UP! like, seriously. OR...yall cheat. start fucking other bitches like yall were just "fuck friends" not "significant others." ---idiots! play YOUR FUCKING ROLE, nigga. shit.

Fuck Friend - Firstly, EVERYONE needs to have at least one of these in their lifetime in order to get your freakiness together for whomever you end up being with. See, your fuck friend is there for you to just LET LOOSE sexually. you don't have to worry about obligations, appearances, responsibilites or commitments. [but i STRONGLY advise you to have an understanding with this friend that, yall gotta communicate about sexual history and other partners cuz we don't want nothing flaring up and shit. LITERALLY.] but after that's taken care of...it's SMOOTH sailing! until this nigga wanna... FUCK UP: when either party catches FEELINGS and starts trying to act like a significant other. like you got some kinda obligations to them. nigga, when i call, all i'm trying to do is fuck. i'm not trying to got damn, cuddle or talk about weather and shit. some bitches need to warm up and shit, but when i call, i'm ALREADY horny, so i don't need to have a conversation. shit! but yall wanna go to tha movies, or get mad when i find somebody that i wanna potential date or some shit. FUCK. PLAY YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ROLE, NIGGGGGA. SHIIIIIIIITTTTT!

Friend - Lots of ppl firmly believe that women and men can't be friends. but shit, one of my BEST FRIENDS FOR FUCKING LIFE is a guy and i wouldn't change that for tha ENTIRE WORLD. ever! ---friends are there to comfort and advise. converse, chill, party, laugh, cry...devulge, create, disagree, discuss and love. Friendship is the most beautiful thing in tha entire world, it's right up there, with childbirth and faith and i would never trade any of my TRUE friendships for anything. i only have a few...and they haven't fucked up yet. they play their roles and i GREATLY appreciate it. :)

Stuckfriend - Once you and you're BM/BD have decided that yall aren't gonna be together then, that's it. She/He is now your stuckfriend...and i say friend because no matter however long it takes, if yall are smart and prosperous people yall gonna come to some consensus on how things should be. but anyway, yall role is to gotdamn TAKE CARE OF THA MOTHERFUCKING BABBBBBYYYYYYYYYYYY! like, that's it! BUT NOOO, NIGGAS ALWAYS GOTTA FUCK UP: no, questions. no gotdamn, interrogations. nigga, if you ain talking about tha baby, then don't ask me what i'm doing, who i'm with. it' s NONE of your business. you had ample opportunity to gotdamn be in ANY of tha other categories, but you FUCKED ALLLLL of 'em up and now you're a gotdamn stuckfriend. play your ROLE. don't try to get back w/ him or her. don't try to smooth shit over ...just let tha past be tha past. accept what is NOW, and move tha fuck on with your life. like seriously. it's ...quite... necessary.

*The reason I know that there is a place and position in our lives for everyone we meet is because i've heard NUMEROUS stories about back in tha day when men and women had 15-20 kids ...having 2 separate families. ain nobody died. everybody got fed, why? cuz these bitches played their role. tha other woman/BM didn't try to impede and shit on tha significant other and her kids. The fuck friend/BD didn't try to wisk tha housewife/mother of 8 off to some carribean island in attempts to woo her. shit, marriages lasted longer, though things were fucked up and old people have hideous ways of coping and processing relationships and family, they played their motherfucking roles. like, fo'real.

*i also didn't include married couples, because either they crash and burn or turn into a fucking orgy. gross. if you marry someone, they'd better be from tha friend category. NO fuck ups, there. did you notice?

:)

Monday, June 15, 2009

"I will EAT YOUR PUSSY...oh yeah, what's your name?"

umm. so i've been going doing a lot better when it comes to going out and relieving stress without going completely ape shit on my friends and family. but then i realize that apparently, tha game as changed in tha last ...i dunno. year or so. EVERY single guy that i end up exchanging numbers with ends up getting NO play because they always wanna tell me, how they wanna eat my pussy. and you know what, i love oral pleasure just as much as tha next bitch. and i absolutely LOVE when a man is confident in his abilities and can re-enforce it by continuous strokes of his mouth muscle..BUT damn, nigga! you wanna at least know my NAME first. like seriously.

this one guy i met. he was cool. we talked about sneakers for about 2hrs. about vintage cops. new shit. future must-haves and such. we had soo much in common and he could speak clearly, he made me laugh...nigga. check. check. and CHECK! i was almost intrigued until out of nowhere this fooly lou gon start telling me how he wants to eat my pussy. and how he knows i taste so good and his technique and all this wild crazy shit. i'm like...YOOOO, nigga. chill. he's like you wanna feel my tongue all over that pussy, don't you? i'm like NO. wtf? then he started moaning...RANDOMLY. *click* bitch, i'on got time for that bull ass shit. nigga, if you horny, take yo' ratchet ass to tha mutherfucking titty bar, or buy a fucking hooker! i'm not with that shit.

then ANOTHER separate occassion this nigga...walks up to me! on tha motherfucking PUBLIC ass street and this bitch..says...i'll EAT your pussy. WHAAAAAT???!!! are you on coke??! you don't even know my name. you don't even know if my shit is eatable. you just walking up to a random bitch cuz she sexy as all shit, in a gotdamn sundress looking super lux &lavi...and tell her you wanna eat her pussy??! is that tha NEW shit? that doesn't turn me on. A) not every nigga know how to eat a good pussy. some niggas be walking around here ...licking tha WRONG spot. gotdamn...nigga, learn tha anatomy of tha fucking vagina so you'll know what to look for when you get down there. B) umm, if your motherfucking breath is gotdamn arching my fantabulously marvelous ass eyebrows..nigga, like when you talk to me ...i look at you like you asking me a dumb ass question...then nigga, i don't want you NASTY gingivitis ass mouth on my clean ass, flowersy ass, fresh ass, pussy nigga. is you CRAZY!?

i mean i'm an avid believer in "one must give, to receive" and shit..but nigga. that's something intimate that you need to share with a bitch you trust. a bitch you know A) be washing and cleaning and nurtures her gotdamn pussy and B) that's not going around letting another motherfucker buss her shit down and then she come back to yo' ass looking for a licky licky! If you walk up to me, telling me how you wanna eat my pussy ...i'mma just assume that's how you approach every female and i'll be able to smell tha syphilis on your breath nigga. did yall know bacteria from tha mouth, which is tha filthiest place on tha human body can translate to UTI and other yeasty bacteria of tha vagina. How that look, you going to tha doctor to get treated cuz some nasty ass, ghetto, gold grill having ass motherfucker ate your pussy and now you got a motherfucking PUSSY INFECTION!? how you look? stupid. and nasty. that's how tha fuck you look.

but anywho. i'm ranting. but that shit really dumb my ass out. cuz i really couldn't understand why these niggas was trying to eat my pussy, randomly. like i was supposed to just be like, yeah nigga! and jump on his face.

ugh.
so unattractive.

Dear YOU,

Firstly, I'mma just touch on this rumor I heard today about Nivea be enpregos with Lil Wayne's bastard seed. Ugh. she's like BM #5 or some wild shit like that. but that really grinds my gears. if you wanna know how i feel in depth then just search or scroll for my blog about Lauren London and just switch her name out for Nivea's because i feel tha EXACT same way.

But anywho, so recently, i found out that YOU are actually coming and reading my blogs to learn and update yourself on my life happenings. and well, i hope you read this one, because it's SPECIFICALLY for YOU.

Dear YOU,

Look. You really shouldn't feel tha way you do about talking to me. You care entirely TOO much about what other people think about you. Other people including MY black ass. I'm not telling you to disregard my opinions or anything stupid like that, i'm just saying that i'm just as human as you are. i'm just as fallible, fickle and susceptible to change as YOU, as anybody else that's living and breathing and unable to control everything in their lives. I'm not really certain to how high of a degree you hold me to, but please don't make your expectations of me impossible for me to live up to. i'm not superwoman, i'm not emotionless. And as much of a nigga brain people like to assume i have, i AM a FEMALE. i do female shit. i react like a female to bullshit remarks and i have FEMALE tendencies that may make it hard for YOU as a MALE to say what you have to say, or do what you think needs to be done.

I would also like to apologize to you. I really had superhuman expectations of you for a very long time, i'm almost certain it contributed to our current state of being. i'm VERY fragile and sensitive, right now but i am strong enough to know that i was wrong in that aspect and owe you a sincere apology. I apologize. I am not tha same person you met over a year ago. I am not tha same person you saw tha last time we were face to face. I am not overtly different, but i have made changes in my way of thinking and processing that just makes me look at YOU, and everything else in a different light. it's not bad. it's just different.

so, you really tryin to do this shit.

then.
let's...
"just do it."
but slowly. and effectively.
a solid foundation will create a pluthra of other opportunities.

tha love of your life,
ME