It's My Birthday...And Still I Intern

Interning 101

First let’s handle important matters. Today is my birthday!! (YAY!!)

Now to that matter at hand – this woman’s work. Disclaimer: This update will be short for there is printed collateral to catalog.  

My internship site is undergoing some growing pains, with the ebb and flow of staff taking its toll. (I once heard that public relations is a field with high turnover as the talented constantly seek the next challenge. I now know that to be true.) However, I am grateful because it gives me the opportunity to take on more complicated tasks. Moving beyond creating media lists and inventory to drafting memos for clients is empowering. Today is better than most as I've had media clips and profiles to complete. Too be honest, I am hoping for more. I feel woefully underutilized.  Such is the lament of driven people. I rather be overcome with work than to have an appreciable amount of free time.  

Until next week --

I Know You See Me

I was walking through the mall yesterday with Little Diva. For the uninitiated, Little Diva is a spunky 11 year old girl who looks like a lighter version of me. She's nearly as tall as I am with the physique worthy of all her ballet training that she recently abandoned... Remember all that because it will be important later...

Like I started saying, I was in the mall with Little Diva walking around, window shopping and wish list making when some truly lackluster, seemingly inbred young man gave my child the once over. My heart stopped and I nearly stopped his. This young man looked every bit 16 years old. Despite the fact that Little Diva is tall, you can see in her face that she is YOUNG. She vacillates between watching Yo Gabba Gabba and RuPaul's Drag Race. One minute she wants to cuddle with her mother. The next she wants me to drop her off at the mall for a few hours to walk about with her friends.

Until this moment, I never truly understood why my parents would act the way they did by insisting I dress, walk and talk certain ways. I never understood why they would forbid me from going certain places and hanging out with those "fast ass little girls".

But in that moment, it became clear. All they wanted was to keep their daughter safe. They wanted to make sure I did not grow up before my time. They sought to keep me away from situations where lackluster seemingly inbred young men could take advantage of me.

I know that no amount of hovering will keep Little Diva safe. However, I can give her the tools that my parents did not give me. I can teach her to use her voice. I can give her safe spaces to express herself. I can foster confidence in her decision making skills...and I can pray. A lot. Often. Without ceasing.

This Is How You Do It

Many people that know me know that I need to be an open-minded, free-spirited individual. That tends to inspire the lust in those around me. This is one of those stories...


One warm autumn evening, I found myself with not much to do. I called a friend of mine, Aisha, to see if she was up for a drink and delightful conversation. Since she was as free as I was, we made our way to a local spot known for good food and drinks. Dressed in my finest tank top and sparkly shoes, I sat and drank with my friend, telling tales of men past.

About an half hour into our drinking endeavor, a group of men walks in. Lo and behold, Aisha knew them. Aisha had a knack for knowing everyone. So dynamic duo became a mighty justice league. Aisha introduce all of us and I immediately took a liking to Wayne. I would like to blame proximity sickness or the alcohol, but that would be a cop out. I thought he was attractive and he was very receptive to my advances. We drank and laughed and before we knew it, it was last call. Last call is a funny time. It's when you have to figure out what it is that you want to do with the rest of you evening. Do you go back to your home? Do you go home with the charming creature that you had been sharing drinks with? Do you bring them home with you? The possibilities seem endless. This evening, fate saw fit to deem Wayne's (one of those lovely young men) house the de facto after hours spot. Our group shrunk a wee bit due to the hour, but it was still a healthy group of 5.

At Wayne's, we drank a little bit more, laughed a little bit more and planned a ski trip to Dubai while Wayne and I danced to the VH-1 Soul playing in the background. (Don't ask how we got there.) I also remember reading aloud from an astrology book. Hamiyd thought I had a nice speaking voice.While Aisha and Hamiyd chatted about something, I think they were talking about a shared birthday celebration, Wayne and I found ourselves in the kitchen having an interesting conversation of our own. He hoisted me up onto the counter and held my hips. He waxed low-key poetic about how sexy. Tasting me, in the kitchen with our friends less than 20 feet away, seemed to be high on his priority list. When I gently protested, he countered with going to the bedroom - the bedroom that we had to walk past everyone to get. I'm no prude by any stretch of the imagination, but I have certain limits. I'm rather fond of discretion. If it were just my friends present, he could have had me on the counter. No questions asked. However, since his friends outnumbered mine, I needed a bit more privacy. By this time, it was about 4:00am. Wayne took a look at the clock and walked into the living room to greet our shiny happy friends. He put his arms around me and politely, yet firmly, told everyone that since I was staying, they needed to leave. I was scandalized and completely turned on all at the same time. I stuttered a bit, reminding Wayne that I was Aisha's ride home. Hamiyd raised a hand hella quick to volunteer his chauffeur services. In less than 90 seconds, there were only Wayne and I left.

The sparkly shoes came off and I stood before him in all my 5'4" glory. Wayne's hand found their way to my waist and he again told me how sexy I was. He led me to his bedroom and I gladly followed. Wayne slowly undressed me, worshiped me, offered up exaltations, praised my body. He fed my ego, stoked my desire. I, in turn, gave him that taste that he was begging for not to long earlier. A taste turned into buffet of sexual gratification. He was so giving and thorough, commanding and gentle. It was a ride that would not soon be forgotten.

The sun was coming up and I needed to make my way home. Wayne was enjoying the sleep that he had earned. I quietly gathered my clothes and redressed. As I was making my exit, I took a last look at Wayne and smiled. Some encounters were the beginning of something beautiful. Others were meant last just that moment. Either way, I would remember Wayne fondly.

Sailor Moon Series Cats: Diana Quick and Easy Cat Eye

I found this series on YouTube and fell in love with it. I am going to eventually try all of them... May the gods help my boyfriend...

Grant Me A Moment of Clarity

I'm a simple creature, really I am. I try my best to be straightforward & I expect others to do the same. I go through great pains to set rules for my encounters so no one misunderstands and gets hurt. Now I find myself in a predicament where I think I may get hurt because of another person's lack of clarity.

Let me preface this by saying, he is a really nice guy, handsome, educated, thoughtful (for the most part) and dead sexy. He's not looking for a relationship. To be honest, neither am I. I just like having that go to person when I'm in need of a bit of attention.

So I know you're wondering what the problem is. He's giving off some serious mixed signals. He acts like he just comes around for sexual gratification, but he's über-cuddly. It's impossible to be aloof while cuddling. I really wish he'd learn that particular lesson. He attentive to all my needs when we're together. He's genuinely apologetic when he's in the wrong. However, he'll attempt to distance himself while asking when can he see me again.

I'm good being a friend with damn good benefits. I'm cool being a jump-off. I'm fine with being the girlfriend. What I'm not good with is this nebulous state he's trying to keep me in.

Visual Creatures

I just read a cute story with an interesting opener. It starts off with one of the main characters in the hospital. He has been in a terrible auto accident and has been blinded. His fiancee entered the hospital room and proceed to fawn all over him in what was described as her typical fashion. As the story progressed, the main character was slowing discovering that he was less fond of the fiancee that he previously found lovely and endearing. The fiancee was petty, jealous, vain and downright mean.

That lead me to question why he had not noticed these flaws sooner. It was mentioned in the story that the fiancee was a rather attractive woman.  The male character in the story I read was frequently distracted by a wink, giggle (which he no longer thought was cute) or well positioned cleavage. I could not find it in me to condemn him for his error. It seems as if he, as many of us do, got caught up in the packaging and neglected to inspect the package itself. I speak from experience on this matter. I can recall a few times that I was so distracted by the visual appeal of a person that I disregarded some very significant differences in our personalities and belief structures.. I'm not talking about those cute little quirks like him being a fantasy football fanatic or my compulsive need to have a perfectly coiffed head of hair. I'm talking about me being a practicing Christian and him being an outspoken atheist. (Take it from me, sex can only do so much.Eventually you have to get out of bed.)

I will take it one step further. Look at how we treat children. All of us has seen that cute child in need of a healthy does of good old fashioned discipline. However, the child's misdeeds are glossed over because they are "so darn cute". I shudder as I think of the message that this is sending to the youth.

So my question is this: Have you ever excused/ignored behaviors simply because of the way a person looks?

The Henna Chronicles Part II

I think I can officially be called a henna-head. After henna-ing my hair for the second time and wearing it curly, I can see the benefits of this practice. my hair is smoother and easier to manage. Ive gotten tons of compliments on my hair since the second application. This most definitely is becoming part of the monthly routine. I would do it every other week, but it's a time intensive process.