Could we please just cut the fucking apron strings already?

Some of this is my fault for dating dating foreigners but Dreads is not a foreigner. I’ve come to expect it from foreigners but I wasn’t expecting his family to get in the way of my good time/life too.

Maybe its just that I’m not especially attached to my family and other people are. Maybe I’m just weird or something. Maybe my parents just don’t have a lot of expectations of me. They don’t expect me to be at their beck and call. I am an adult, I have my own life/problems/things going on.

The Blackest Man on Earth 2

So The Blackest Man on Earth called me during Ramadan. He invited me over but I didn’t think we would actually have sex due to the whole fasting thing. (I’ve asked a couple guys I work with whether they can have sex during Ramadan. I guess as long as it’s night and you’re married, it’s okay. Not married=not okay. I believe it’s supposed to be not married=not okay all the time but it’s something the guys I hung out with didn’t seem to practice.)

I don’t know what I thought we would do, hang out and talk maybe? But that isn’t what happened.

The Blackest Man on Earth

So maybe he’s not the blackest man on Earth, but he’s damn close. Look around you, find the blackest thing you can see and imagine it blacker. No, blacker than that. Okay, now you’re getting close. My friend Black Abdul was standing next to him one day and Black Abdul is fairly dark skinned. I had always considered him dark anyway. But standing next to the Blackest Man on Earth he looked…pale. Like a pasty Irish kid.

We had more differences than similarities but I wanted this notch on my bedpost. Why?