Obviously not every man has a pair of bikini draws that feature a glittered letter “D” on the exterior cock. But I do. And I will explain ASAP. Until then admire your night away.

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The guy in the pic above with the wedding garter on his head is my older brother Ken aka Wayne. He parties like a bear. Meaning he’ll hibernate from the party scene for about six months and then come back to it buck ass wild. We’re supposed to meet up in Cleveland next week, but I have yet to get a ticket. If I do make it I’m sure we’ll do some partying. Oh yeah, he occasionally has plumber ass when laying on the carpet playing video games so I’ll be sure to get pics if possible. By the way the garter belt around his head was my sister’s–we were at her wedding. SMH for the past 2.5 years lol.

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Half Cape-Verdian/Half Swedish, met her in a nightclub in Lisboa, Portugal, shared nothing more than conversation and a brief peck, saw her again the following night–but her s-curled/musclebound boyfriend was there, I made a lame nerve-stricken joke relating to “catch u in a few years.” That was in 2007. Fuck it. No more detail is necessary, there’s an entire chapter about this in my book. Sonia, how you been? A few years is up. Shit I can smell the desperation.

Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment

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This don’t make no damn sense. Woman goes over and fights for our country and comes back to work in a fake ass strip club–in Meechy’s basement. We gotta do better for our wounded warriors.

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Remember R&B singer Ginuwine that used to pony around with the greased baby hair? Well, the “rapper” above claims to be his son. It’s not like the rap is that bad, but the comments about the video left on Worldstarhiphop.com are just hilarious. People crackin’ on the little ass “Jeffersons TV” in the background, clowning him for watching Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist while rapping, talking about his ’stache etc, etc. Anyway, to Ginuwine’s son: Keep doing your thing. You need a little practice, but we all do. But brotha to brotha you GOTZ to shave that lip man!

The video is above. Here are the comments that were posted on Worldstar LOL!:

why doesn’t he have a flat screen damn is Ginuwine paying child support LMAO

This n*gga is straight sour breast milk. StL North County

This n*gga on sme g*y s*** the man in the back ground was putting on his Pants. House BOLD. Can’t be Genuines Son. He look Broker than me. Evryday burger king. No wonder he stacking only buying BK

uhg that is not Ginuwine’s son, whomever he happens to be he sure is wack.

IF PRETTY SURE IF HE REALLY GINUWINE SON THAT HE CAN AFFORD A FLATSCREEN TV. HE DONT EVEN LOOK LIKE HIM

If he ginumine sone why he got that little as old tv

I was more interested in the movie on the tv in the background.

“GOD”_______says: You’re embarrassing your father with that MONKEY s***……i should slap ur punk azz

how tha hell he ginuwines son?? n*gga got that lil bitty ass Jeffersons TV in the back in that sh*tty ass small ass room, and the n*gga watchin NICKI AND NORAHS PLAYLIST ON THE TV LOL thats the whitest movie ever whu the f*** r u watchin n*gga????

thick mustache ass lil boy…

shave that damn wolf p*ssy off ya lip…

UPDATE: It’s official. Ginuwine’s son has a mustache like Lester Jenkins from 227.

Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment

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So much for racial profiling…American actress Glenn Close has been charged with plotting to kill a Swedish journalist who drew a derogatory cartoon of the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). You probably know her from the 1980’s thriller Fatal Attraction. Well, she allegedly recruited potential killers online and wrote of her desire to become an Islamic martyr. You know, just the regular ol’ shit that Hollywood stars do.

I always knew those Hollywood commies were up to something. And don’t let me get started on that foreign-born socialist Hussein Obama…jeez. I’m just glad to know that we have real patriots like Liz Cheney to pick up where Joseph McCarthy left off.

Sorry!!! I’ve just been alerted that the accused terrorist IS NOT actress Glenn Close. Apparently she is Colleen LaRose, a suburban housewive in Montgomery, Pennsylvania and a down-low terrorist. You can read more about her arrest here. I still suspect that she might have a Hollywood connection and I will keep you updated. The real Glenn Close (or is her name really Colleen LaRose?) is below. Sorry about that, but God Bless America.

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The closest I got to the FreakNic was Cleveland’s Puerto Rican Parade. But from what I hear it buck ass wild. Gold teeth, strippers, college students, fake ass college students that spent half a semester at Bankhead Community College and a whole bunch of frustrated ass old people. In remembrance T-Pain (and one of the Boondocks producers) has created an animated ode.  The story revolves around a group of present day college students that are hoping to revive the 1990’s party. It’s not hilarious, but I got an occasional laugh and the music was cool. Plus the voices by Cee-Lo, Rick Ross, George Clinton, Bootsy and quite a few of hip-hop’s most colorful personalities make it watchable. Hold on, what I am talking about? It’s Monday night and I don’t have shit to do. So right now, FreakNic: The Musical is pretty damn entertaining. Part 1 of the first episode is above and part two is below (still waiting on the last part, think it’s ‘pose to last an hour).

Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment

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As I walked through Borders this weekend I began to think “All this shit will soon be obsolete.” Shit meaning the mounds and mounds of printed books.

Earlier that afternoon I stumbled upon a website for Enhanced Editions, a British company that creates a multimedia reading experience. Think of their work as a sort of DVD for books, made especially for the i-Phone. Of course the printed words show on the screen, but you also get an included audio book, special features on video, electronic bookmarks, ability to change fonts, and other cool shit that I can’t recall (shit in a positive way, not as in “mounds and mounds of printed books).

I’m thinking if an Enhanced Edition version of my book was available I could have interviews with some of the “characters”—like the woman who claimed I was the father of her child knowing damn well she was pregnant when we met—I still owe her an ass whooping, an “inside the writer’s studio” that shows the writing process taking place in my junior one bedroom apartment, an audio book that showcases my occasionally reoccurring stuttering problem and a special music video with book inspired lyrics sung by The Great Keith Sweat.

Well maybe on my next book.

Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment

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Evidently Chris Rock and I agree that there’s nothing like a big woman that’s dressed up and well-moisturized. I’ll never forget BT (short for Big Tisha) from 2005 who came over, undressed on my couch, grabbed a chunk of her left thigh, pulled it to the side to reveal a mean snatch and simply said “Get it.” Shout out to BT and Gabourey Sibide for her performance in Precious. Remember, no matter what they say you don’t need to wear body shaping undergarments. Biiiig-face!

Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment

My book, which for the fifty eleventh time is called The Imperfect Enjoyment, is available as a $0.99 download on Amazon.com. Supposedly it’s a weekend only sale, but I guess everyone says that. Here’s the KINDLE PAGE.

To get it on your i-Phone, PC, Blackberry–blah, blah, blah–simply download the Amazon Kindle app. Obviously if you have the Kindle just…shit, you know what you’re doing. Be sure to browse this site for reviews and excerpts.

Disregard the Harry Belafonte pic below. Somebody told me I favor him so I’m just kind of riding that until the wheels fall off. “Hey bitch my name is Harry.”

Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment

There are a ton of singers out there. Some talented, some lucky. But there is only one who can claim to be a songwriter/producer/singer/half Italian-half Black/real life gigolo! Huh? Never mind, that’s a inside story that I’m gonna sell to bossip.com once Dominic blows up. Stop snitching man!

Anyway, check out Dominic’s music. He’s worked with Lil’ Wayne, Young Chris and Joe Buddens (yeah I know Budden doesn’t have a “s” at the end, but that was hilarious when Raekwon kept saying “Buddens” when they had beef).

I’ve posted a couple vids of Dominic’s work. He reminds me of a more soulful Jay Sean…or dare I say the legendary Freddie Jackson! Be sure to check out the homey A. Star who’s in the vid below with Dominic. Kind of like “Hall & Oates” but more hip.

You can listen to more of Dominic’s music on MYSPACE.

Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment

This Might Be Something Long Term If:

We met in the parking lot of my apartment complex; the apartment I shared with my fiance. HE was one of three, and one of them belonged to me, my younger brother. His smile shone brightly against all that ebony and caught the sunlight just so. That was it. Nothing more.

Fast-forward 4 years and I’m on his turf and unbeknownst to me I had just flown, literally, right into that 75/85 South Love. I was holding a baby and he was holding my gaze. Without me knowing it, he was checking out my natural mothering tendencies, as I fed my nephew, and blending them with the possibilities lingering around my childbearing hips. The conversation flowed so smoothly I never even noticed the full-body caress his eyes gave me and I clearly missed the fantasies dancing in them as my nephew covered me in mashed sweet potatoes.

A week later, me and time flew on and the wooing commenced. Long distance wooing is a different beast and must be done creatively. Needless to say, he came widdit. First was the friend request on Facebook. Then came love songs via YouTube. Daily. He asked if-when-he could talk to me, weekly.

I kept ducking because, after all, he’s my LITTLE brother’s friend. He let me know he wasn’t smart enough to give up and he wasn’t goin’ anywhere. I should’ve listened. The exact moment where I broke under the pressure isn’t clear to me, I just know one day we were on the phone and it couldn’t have happened without my consent. I tried to keep our conversations of the platonic sort, knowing good and damn well that something about him got me open like mussels in garlic and wine sauce–partially.

I gave an inch and he took a mile, 620 to be exact. My trip originally had nothing to do with him. His apparent desire to see me, my secret desire to see him, and his schedule made it easy for him to scoop me from the airport. I even accepted his invitation to stay in his childfree environment. I reminded him often of my intention not to know him biblically as we ate sushi and made rounds to visit folks on the friends and family plan.

Night fell but my panties didn’t as we prepared for bed, with the imaginary platonic line drawn down the middle. By 6 am, with his voice in my ear (why the hell was this man awake?), I was giving myself quiet dap for making it through the night with my chastity belt still locked in place. After all, I’m a lady (snigger). Again, I missed the moment things changed. I uttered something like “no” unconvincingly and the next thing I knew neither one of us was paying me any attention. Needless to say, the one song he never sent was Lost and Turned Out, and that’s just what I am.

If frequent flyer miles weren’t involved…there could be a love thing goin’ on.

Ndygo Sunshyne is a teacher by day and a writer by breath. She’s a cafe au lait blogger by way of Chocolate City, currently in the throes of chasing her dream and jumping off this writing thing. Check her out at pitchinpennies.blogspot.com and in other publications using her government name.

This Might Be Something Long Term If:

Great question that most of us ask ourselves in the early stage of a new relationship.

I’m currently in a relationship that is going on almost five years. And I can pinpoint the moment that the light bulb went off over my head and I said, “Holy, crash batman, this might be forever”.

Around three years ago, my long distance father found out he was terminal. Princess (short for Pretty, Pretty Princess) and I decided we would make a trip from Ohio to Florida so the two of them could meet. This meant more to me obviously, but nonetheless we had it planned.

As we walked up the driveway and saw this petite figure of a man who was once my stubborn, asshole of a father, I broke down into tears. Despite my goal of not giving my father the opportunity to see my sensitive side…I could not hide it. My poor Princess and I had only been together less than a year, and here he was picking me up to move forward with this meeting.

We spent two days with my father. Princess was dragged all around my father’s home as he told him about the trees and which ones he planted in what year. Princess was bored silly but he did that for me. All the while I was trying to come to terms with what I was dealing with. Essentially, I was saying goodbye to a man I hardly knew, to a man I spent my 20 + years trying to figure out. It was a surreal experience.

Was this the moment I thought Princess was forever? Nope you’d be wrong. About five months later my father passed away. So here we are making another trip to Florida. I won’t go into details but the funeral was the biggest joke of my life.

After the funeral fiasco, we went back to our hotel room. Princess was walking on eggshells as he kept waiting for me to breakdown and cry. To which, I had not. But…I did feel the worst gas pains I’ve ever felt in my life. So I tell him, “I’m gonna go drop a deuce and be back in a few…”

This right here is the moment I knew we would be forever. I went into the hotel bathroom and poohed. Here I am 15 minutes later, and I realize its blue ribbon quality poohing. I flush the toilet and it overflows…I’m laughing hysterically and tell him he needs to call the front desk. He calls, the maintenance guys arrive. They end up having to snake the toilet and get it all cleaned up. They leave….

And Princess looks at me…I’m laughing the entire time and says, “You do realize they think I did that.” We had such a good time after this pooh experience and can even laugh about it now…This is the moment that I knew my Princess was the man for me!

Katie Sessor, raised in Columbus, Ohio and currently living in Kentucky where the word conservative doesn’t begin to describe the people. Likes to take long walks off of short piers, blogs in her spare time for fun, is Master of the Universe by day. Check her out: ghettobilly.wordpress.com

This Might Be Something Long Term If:

First; long term is contextual. Two minutes, two hours, two nights.

It shouldn’t start off sexual, rather built off of the intellectual.

So if she turns it up on the first night, although it may seem right, remember the code; you don’t turn a hoe into a housewife.

Once the foundation is built, it might turn into something long term if all the contradicting love songs start to make sense, one after another.

Immediately excluded from long term are those who make time with my brothers. You can’t smash the homie! You can’t smash the homie!

About that turn of time, if your mouth waters just the same at the sight of her in the morning without makeup and wearing your oversized t-shirt, as it did the night before in the sleek and classy curve fitting fabric — you got me thinking about offering dowry.

If our bodies talk even if our mouths don’t. If our bond is about more than the mere geometrics of puzzle pieces, but also includes quantum physics — and you don’t even need to know what that is. If you can stroke both my ego and the love below with the grace of a dog whispering snake charmer.

If you have the ability to pop that big butt and smile like you belong in a Luke video, and saunter your hips that tell the truth about your Afro Latin roots, bestow that soft kiss with the same lips you … well, you get the idea. If we can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two impostors just the same (Thank you Rudyard Kipling) … it might be something long term.

It might be long term if you let me do me, trust me, but don’t cross me.

If you are still around when you have surpassed the term limit. It just might be long term.

— The Joyce Voice

James Joyce III is a former newspaper reporter who still gets enjoyment from the written word. For most of his seven years as a daily newspaperman he covered education issues among other things. However, unveiled from the daily deadlines and strict adherence to conventional journalistic principals, he aims to manipulate the language for our enjoyment. While juggling his many other projects, Joyce sporadically posts to his blog, The Joyce Voice (www.jamesjoyce3.blogspot.com).

This Might Be Something Long Term If:

Your heart flutters every time he speaks your name. Your throat gets dry and your palms get sweaty every time you dial his number…and you listen to his full voicemail message just to hear the sound of his super fantastic, perfect-in-each-and-every-way voice again *sigh*. You can imagine the pitter-patter of little feet, and just the thought makes you all melty inside, because you just KNOW you are meant to be. He’s perfect for you in each and every way, and you’ve NEVER felt anything like this before. No, honestly, this time you know that you have found “the one”.

*rolls eyes* Yeah, because that intense and overwhelming feeling of infatuation is really going to last forever. But then you take off those rose coloured glasses of yours and realize that Mr./Mrs. Perfect is just like everyone else – human, and therefore flawed. So, since perfection doesn’t actually exist, and since even those married for decades now (despite popular belief to the contrary) were not actually a match made in heaven, what is it that makes some relationships last for the long haul while others simply fade into oblivion at the first sign of disagreement?

You can probably find examples for every characteristic you truly desire and deem important in a relationship in your previous dabblings…great conversation, serious chemistry, shared values, similar achievements, goals, and dreams….and yet even if they had most, or even ALL of these traits sometimes it still just doesn’t kick off. So what is the determining factor, Ruby? Well, since you ask…

It’s simple. You know the relationship you’re beginning with someone is long-term if:

1) You’ve decided you would like to be in a long term relationship, and vice-versa (What? You thought that there was gonna be some magic involved? People get, and stay, together because they decide that they are ready and willing to make a commitment)

2) You’ve decided that you’re willing to compromise many aspects of your lifestyle to incorporate the new suitor into your life, and again they feel likewise. This may be beneficial, or detrimental, in the end, but again refer to point #1

3) And most importantly, you’ve (and they as well) decided that you are in the mood to deal with someone else’s BS, while working on resolving your own in the process, regardless of how difficult because  refer back to points #1 and 2

I’m sorry, but that’s all there is to it. Whether you think love at first sight is a real phenomenon, or just some fairy tale BS we’ve been sold by a consumerism society that wants to leech every penny from us by way of over priced lovey-dovey greeting cards, flowers, chocolates and jewelry, you’ve got to admit that there isn’t a single relationship out there that stood the test of time without some serious determination, hard work, serious tests of patience and pride, and soul searching. And nobody is gonna go through all of that unless they are in the emotional and mental position to electively choose to go there with someone.

Cheers

Classic Ruby a.k.a Jessica Christle, is a 25 year old Psychology student from Mississauga, Ontario, Canada. She is working towards her Ph.D in Psychology, but has always had a passion for writing, and has been at it for as long as she can remember. Currently, she hosts her own website which features her short stories, poetry, and digital stories www.25andalive.tk. She has also recently launched her own blog, http://classicruby.blog.com. If you would like to get in contact with Ruby you can email her classicruby@rogers.com.

This Might Be Something Long Term If:

Well, just so you know what you’re getting into—let me tell you a few things about myself.

I live in a one bedroom apartment with a popcorn ceiling. I could have owned a home by now, but my Negro tendencies led me to purchase a sports car instead.

I also have intimacy problems. Obviously I don’t mean problems with Big Thunder, but more so with saying “I love you.” In fact, if a woman says “I love you” I often give vague response like “Fareal!” or “You don’t love me, you just love the way I apologize after selfishly reaching orgasm too quickly.”

And it’s not that I won’t love you. It’s just that I wasn’t raised around such emotion. The only time my dad said “I love you” was after he whooped my ass for talking back. To be exact he whooped me, took a shower to calm down, came out the shower butt ass naked and said “I love you, but you gotta stop talking back all the damn time.” Dad also has Big Thunder.

At this point you’ve probably lost all interest. If not, this might be something long term if you have the following qualities.

Physically, a pretty face and a nice ass are more than sufficient. By “nice ass” I mean a woman with the type of ass that you not dare hit from the back because you know you won’t last but a minute. An ass so damn round it frightens you to approach her—so you run home and search for a similar ass on onionbooty.com. A rump so rotund that you dream of asking her to do freaky shit like use the bathroom with the door open…just so you can see that mammoth heaven-sent blob of flesh engulf that lucky white toilet seat. Basically you gotta have an ass like Prince! (Sorry somebody else typed that sentence about Prince…)

As for the lasting qualities, you have to be focused on the present and future. My skeletons are very comfortable in their plush closet and will remain so provided you don’t fuck it up. A habitual conversation holder is also nice.

You also have to cut me some slack. For example, if I’m ever accused of impregnating an impressionable teen on the dance floor of my local 18 and over nightclub and insisting that she “name the baby De’One, or don’t have it all!” you have to give me a chance to explain.

Or, if I can’t spend much time with you because I’m busy playing Jeffrey Daniel in a Shalamar tribute band, please be supportive.

But most of all you have to believe me when I say “I’m just joking around…no reason to get mad.”

Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment

Believe it or not I rarely watch comedy films. I’m more likely to watch a film that makes me cry inside and yearn for Mommy. But when I do watch a comedy, it SHO NUFF BETTER BE A GOOD ASS FILM! And in this case it definitely was. In fact I watched Black Dynamite four times this week. Check out some of my favorite one liners from the film and of course a trailer. Rent this jawn on DVD now…nigga.

“Shhhh! Mama, you gonna wake up the rest of the bitches.”

“Tiny, get Pimpin’ Jake out my trunk. Tell him the rest of my money by Wednesday or I’ll make ‘em stick himself.”

“Who the hell is interrupting my Kung-Fu!”

“I remember Vietnam like it was yesterday…all the dead Chinamen we left in our tracks.”

“He said something to me in Chinese. Like, “Bubasow!” Sounded like some cartoon shit, but I understand it to be a question that he was asking me.”

“Black Dynamite, uh! You came to see me!” “Bitch naw I gotta go rap at my man Horn. But afterwards since I’m here maybe I’a throw you one real quick.”

“Bullhorn, can I get you anything? Yessss I would like some of that ass.”

“What you want to eat man? Sister Betty made some Hog Maws and man she put her ANKLES in it!”

“Man I mean, these cats look mean. Meaner than two fat muthafuckas wrestling over pork chops and greens. Can you dig it?”

“Stick wit me baby. I’a have you farting through silk.”

“Oh you a corn fed fool with a lotta muscle mass! But it’s time for Bullhorn to get up in that ass!”

“When your so called revolution starts you call me and I’ll be right there in front showing you how it’s done. But until then you need to SHUT THE FUCK UP while grown folks is talking.”

“I think you running a temperature. Let me see if I can find a thermometer for you” (unzips pants and gropes nurse who has her titties hanging out lol).

“Europhia shut the fuck up! I know that was you I ain’t even gotta look! I should send your ass back to Crenshaw P wit his hot ass coat hangers bitch! Would you like that!”

“Hell this been my worst physical year ever” “Fiscal nigga, with a f. Fiscal”

“Man they won’t be able to take a shit without us knowing WHEEEEN and what color.”

“Man you guys ain’t had no waffles like these. These waffles are so good, they like they come from down south. These butterin’ muthafuckas will melt in yo’ mouth!”

“Take your filthy black hands off the presidential dinnerware. You moon cricket!”

“I’m sorry I pimp slapped you into that China cabinet. I used excessive force.”

Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment

Check out the pics from a recent book singing in Cincinnati, Ohio.  I had not been to Cincy in 20 odd years, but was delighted to see such a fashionable city. Men and women, young and old, LOVE fur. Not just brown fur–white fur, purple fur, raccoon fur, fur and leather, fur made Ashanti’s sideburns. Cincinnati is just a furry ass town. Anyway, I had a great time and felt honored at the hospitality.

Signing a book

I’ve also included an interview from my appearance on The Young Turks last year. I’ll admit…I’m a bit nerdy and it comes off in interviews. Fuck it, what you see is what you get. My id does the writing and a relatively geeky dude does the talking. The internet gangsters came in full force after the interview, lambasting me as Gay Urkel. You can read more about it here. I felt down for a bit, but then I did some yoga and listened to “Party All the Time” by Eddie Murphy and Rick James and felt a lot better. Enjoy the weekend–I’ll soon be back for a post featuring my favorite one-liners from Black Dynamite.

Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment

Most of the clothing I wear is made in Asian factories by thin children with early onset arthritis and little hope for a fair wage. This sucks because the kids are often cute and if they lived in an opportune society they could make it far, maybe even star in an Asian American version of Jersey Shore called Anaheim Shore.

To make matters worse besides putting my empty bottles and cans in the dumpster that’s easy for the silent old man who sleeps outside to enter, I do very little recycling.

Obviously my actions silently condone global economic inequality and environmental destruction. So in some ways I’m no better than an elderly republican congressman who: 1) extols the virtues of capitalism while a third of the world lives on a scoop of rice a day, and 2) claims that global warming is a natural phenomenon.

But until I correct my bad economic and environmental habits I can do one thing, and that is to support brands like LOOPTWORKS, a Portland, Oregon based manufacturer that makes clothing from excess material. In other words, they create eco-friendly clothing from materials that are leftover at other factories. The term for this process is “Upcycling” and I’m sure it will soon become part of the hipster lexicon (tree huggers start the slang, takes about 12-18 months to reach the hipsters).

The picture above is of a LOOPTWORKS jacket that looks like something David Beckham would wear. And if it’s good enough for that lady killer David Beckham, it’s damn sure good enough for me. You can see more LOOPTWORKS products for men and women at www.LOOPTWORKS.com. BTW I was not compensated for the post. But it would be cool if they send me the David Beckham jacket or possibly arrange a date with a sexy saleslady.

Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment

I know at some point I’m gonna get my ass beat if I keep stealing Facebook pictures. But when I see stuff like the Facebook stalker with a Lycra tank top I can’t help it. Or better yet, when I see a picture of somebody coming off the dance floor looking like Pat Riley just made him run suicide drills before he hit the club…it has to be posted!

Looked at him, just done sweated out his club shirt. All that purple silk just drenched.That little thin ass tank top underneath didn’t stand a chance. But that’s what you get for dry humping on the dance floor. I wasn’t there, but I bet he wasn’t doing a two step. Bet he was out there rock hard, just grinding and poking. Grinding and poking…

But look at the smile on his face. He knows the work he put in on the dance floor is gonna pay off. Damn! He was ready. Had the goatee lined up, The Club shirt on. Probably had on some jeans with a mean crease AND some Stacy Adams loafers. I bet the Stacy Adams had duck tape on the sole just in case he has to take them back tomorrow. Don’t act like you haven’t done it!

Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment

There’s no rhyme, reason or meaning to this post. I was reading something in the New York Observer about Dame Dash’s artist enclave for hipsters and hip-hoppers and the name Dash stuck in my head. So I thought “Humm…Dame Dash, big time record producer/man about town, but more importantly Stacey Dash’s cousin.” I then thought “I wonder what Stacey is up to. Haven’t heard much from her since SHE POSED FOR THE BEST MAGAZINE COVER IN THE HISTORY OF MAGAZINES!”

So here you are. Pics of Stacy as a very youthful 42 year old. Sometime it’s just good to see a nice ass and an overall swell lady on an otherwise uneventful Monday. The pic below is one that she emailed me, but I was in a relationship at the time and didn’t want to get in a situation that would require me to issue a 20 minute public apology based on a five minute speech that ends with a much too aggressive hug from Mama. Shit!

Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment

Before starting this post I want to reaffirm my love for Judge Judy. I’ve spoken of her in glowing terms usually reserved for models of womanhood such as Mary-Mother of Jesus and Sheila-Mother of Dewan, Wayne, Durrell and Lashaunta. However, there is another TV judge that I admire and that’s Judge Mathis.

I  started digging Judge Mathis years ago when I noticed a number of his proceedings included the phrase “Y’all must of had something freaky going on!” Often the litigants did NOT have anything freaky going on, but being such an astute Judge, Brotha Mathis figured he should ask anyway. Plus he wanted to be ready in case some freaky shit did jump off after the show.

Sadly Judge Mathis is not shown on basic TV in San Diego. I guess it’s kind of like how The Man puts literature by black authors in the “black section” of the bookstore despite the story of the novel having little or nothing to do with the black experience. Well, the same for Judge Mathis. He’s a black judge so I guess they figure only markets with large black populations are interested in seeing if there actually is “something freaky going on.”

But thanks to the magic of the internet I was able to see Judge Mathis on Youtube. Check him out discussing the prison industrial complex and the need for reform (WTF! Corporate owned prisons paying inmates $1 a day!).

Anyway, if you’re one of those fancy, rich progressive people with hundreds of cable channels and multiple episodes of shows like The Colbert Report stored on your DVR (whatever that is), feel free to invite me over so we can try and find Judge Mathis.  Until then watch him above and below.

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Fellow Clevelander (damn Shaker boy) Kid Cudi is involved in a lot good shit: HBO series, rapping, singing and whimpering, being emo, threatening to retire after his first record, punching fans and now modeling!

Months ago I noted my aspirations to become an internationally known underwear model in the JcPenney catalog. Regrettably the industry was not ready for a thin, octaroon models with kiwi fruit chest hair. But now Cudi and his old man body have opened up new doors. If he can get a shirtless gig for Calvin Klein, surely I can at least get a placement in a Target photoshoot wearing a tank top and Mossimo jeans. We’ll see…

Anyway, check out a full episode of Kid Cudi’s new HBO series, How to Make it in America. He only gets about 30 seconds of screen time in this episode, and uses it to do the Cleveland Shake, but I read that he’ll soon have a larger role. Clelveand stand up! (Damn I feel so hip saying that).

Oh forget the full episode, embedding has been disabled by corporate hacks. Here’s the YOUTUBE LINK.

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I’m sure many of you have heard of aspiring actor/writer/A-list baller Arthur Kade, as his Journey as attracted a fair amount of media attention. To make a long story short, Kade quit his lucrative job in finance to pursue superstardom. Along the way he has offended many with his “arrogance” (i.e. rating system for women, third person blogging, proclaiming himself the next coming of insert name of any world famous actor).

Yet, as someone who understands what it’s like to pursue a dream I’m with Brother Kade one hundred percent. To ditch comfort and safety for a dream is simply a fantasy to most, as we allow our youthful enthusiasm for life to be eroded by normal expectations. But Arthur said “fuck it” and hate him or love him he’s doing what many fear.

I’ve been a fan of his blog for a few months and notice how the haters/readers constantly leave negative comments. But hey, at least their reading. Besides anyone who criticizes another person’s dream is probably woefully unhappy as they progress through a 30 year rot in a cave-like cubicle with equally unhappy office mates and constant internet monitoring. That ain’t life!

He’s abrasive and frank, perhaps that’s off putting to some. But if you’ve ever pursued a dream you can help but to respect him. Do your thing Brother Arthur. Check out Arthur Kade’s blog here.

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Today, February 17, marks the official Random Acts of Kindness Day. I have no idea who created this “holiday,” but I’m sure they smelled a potential melee of greeting card profits. Regardless, since I’m an incredibly kind person who enjoys performing random acts of kindness like holding doors open for women (which is a great opportunity to get a no-hassle peak at an often nice ass) and throwing scalding hot water on stray cats that seek warmth under my parked car, I figure I should offer suggestions for those unsure about what to do on Random Acts of Kindness Day. Here you go:

-As I write, millions of people are in the office bored as hell. They all look tired and disappointed as if they wasted 10 bucks to see Wolfman. Do one of them a favor and he or she will forever appreciate your kindness. Go up to him and say “There’s a better way to stay awake at work besides coffee.” As soon as his eyes widen in wonderment just smack the shit out of him.

-Vagrants across the United States have only the scraps of food from warm-hearted democrats to eat. However, this food is often unhealthy. Do your local vagrant a favor and give him a free copy of a Michael Pollan book. Perhaps The Omnivore’s Dilemma? And strongly suggest that he watch his diet.

-Working women are often victims of the double shift. Meaning they hold down a full-time job and also perform housework and motherly duties at home. What sucks is that they are paid less than men for the same work. Also, the child rearing sometimes goes astray and they end up raising future petty criminals and reality TV stars. To make life just a bit easier for the working mothers out there do this: Lather your hands in Crisco (olive oil for the health conscious), go to a place where working mothers tend to congregate (Target or Walmart) and after approaching her unannounced commence to giving her a free oil massage. She may resist at first, but if you repeat “You know you like it!” over and over again she might relax. Explain to the police that you are just being kind and that they should be out there arresting the powers-that-be who allow women to be paid 78 cents for every dollar a man makes.

-It’s a shame how overweight people are discriminated against. It’s crazy that a rich, fat film director can’t even get a seat on a discount airline (and did you see how Tyra was treated when she wore a fat suit!). Imagine what sort of effect this treatment has on an obese person’s self-worth. Well, today is the day that you make the Kevin Smiths of the world feel much better. Go up to the next overweight guy you see and say “Hi. Not sure if anyone has told you this…but you’re pretty good looking for a big face.” Then for extra emphasis, scream “BIG FACE!” at the top of your lungs.

I hope you enjoy Random Acts of Kindness Day to the fullest. Be sure to let me know any suggestions you have for making the world a better place, one person at a time. Better yet, let me know how it goes when you implement my suggestions.

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The second review comes from Listentoleon.net, a humor blog by Leon Scott who used to write for King Magazine. The pic above is from one of his recent posts titled “Get Some Stank On Your Hand” and if you’re reading this blog you’re probably into that type of shit. Be sure to check out his site. You never know? He might have a hookup with one of dimes featured in King Magazine (ex: Rosa Acosta). Anyway, shout out to Leon. And like I told him before: Game recognize game, good hair recognize good hair.

Lastly, if you have seven or eight bucks that it now costs on Amazon, be sure to order my book. I appreciate the numerous people who’ve said “Let me get a copy of your book,” (for free I assume), but I GOTZ to make ends meet. Besides if you saw Will Smith walking down the street you wouldn’t say “Hey man, let me get a copy of your movie.” You’d probably say “Big Will, going to see your movie tonight…can’t wait!” And he’s already rich! Not to say I’m as handsome or talented as The Fresh Prince, but you get my drift.

But thanks a lot for the support. I’m always humbled to hear that people enjoy my work. Well, enough of that sentimental shit. If you want to read more reviews of my work or excerpts CLICK HERE. Peace.

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I love to see my former students doing well. While some are constantly trying to sell me Prepaid Legal Services and others are busy proselytizing about Jay-Z and the Illuminati, most are achieving big thangs. Yes, that’s correct not “big things” but “big thangs.”

One of those students is Brandon Nelson, founder of a Christ-centered clothing line called F.R.E.S.H. Thee Apparel. Although Jesus Christ is not known for his fashion sense (though He did start the Birkenstock craze), what Brandon has done is create a modern, fashionable way for His followers to express their beliefs with clothing that has biblical passages and imagery (just check it out, it actually looks cool). Which I say is a much more effective way to spread the gospel than handing out pamphlets describing the likelihood of eternal damnation.

You can check out Brandon’s line at www.iamfreshonline.com.

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A number of black themed blogs are upset about John Mayer’s “nigger” comments…and it’s a whole bunch of racket about nothing. The minute someone lacking in melatonin says “nigga” or “nigger” the context behind their statements is disregarded and an immediate racism examination is conducted.

In short, the offender is screened for their history with black people, someone calls Jesse, someone calls Al and then the offender issues an apology—just to shut everyone up. White liberals and black intellectuals continue to pounce on the offender until he or she completes six months of nigga punishment, which includes additional apologies and service to the black community.

As you can read below from Mayer’s conversation with Playboy, this ain’t exactly Michael Richards at the Los Angeles Laugh Factory. Mayer is making the point that if he was genuinely accepted within the black community perhaps he would have the go ahead to use the word “nigger” (NOTE: Considering publications ALWAYS print “nigger” when someone says “nigga” I assume Mayer actually said “nigga”—not that it makes any difference to the ultra sensitive).

I suppose Mayer could have said “n-word” instead of actually saying “nigger.” But I suppose the vast majority of African Americans, Latinos and Filipinos could do the same. Yes, in case you didn’t know the “n-word” is common among the three ethnic groups mentioned.

Listen, I find it funny when Chris Rock says “There’s a difference between niggas and black people.” I laugh just as hard when he calls white people “crackers.”  I also find it funny when friends say “Nigga please!”

So I refuse to display the blatant hypocrisy that comes with laughing when one person says it and criticizing another, despite the fact that the person is not even calling someone “nigger” or “nigga.”

He is alluding to a term! Sorry, but I can’t aid in creating an environment where someone cannot even discuss the term, without actually saying the term. Nigga, nigga, nigga. Big deal.

Think of it this way. Say I’m with female friends, and as manly men like myself often do, I blurt out the lyrics to Lady Gaga and scream ”I’m a free bitch!” However, say one of the women I’m with gets offended. Is her offense justified? Do I really need to be called a chauvinist? Does my picture on a “Wanted: Dead or Alive” poster really need to be sent to the National Organization for Women? No!

Bottom line, save for the anger for real racism—Michelle Obama’s picture altered to look like monkey, the Michael Bell shooting and verdict, US immigration policy towards Haiti—not some singer who makes light of a supposed dirty, yet sacred term that is consistently used in a NUMBER of communities.

Pick your battles wisely, this ain’t one of them.

A portion of Mayer’s interview is below. You can read the rest by clicking HERE.

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MAYER: Someone asked me the other day, “What does it feel like now to have a hood pass?” And by the way, it’s sort of a contradiction in terms, because if you really had a hood pass, you could call it a nigger pass. Why are you pulling a punch and calling it a hood pass if you really have a hood pass? But I said, “I can’t really have a hood pass. I’ve never walked into a restaurant, asked for a table and been told, ‘We’re full.’”

PLAYBOY: It is true; a lot of rappers love you. You recorded with Common and Kanye West, played live with Jay-Z.

MAYER: What is being black? It’s making the most of your life, not taking a single moment for granted. Taking something that’s seen as a struggle and making it work for you, or you’ll die inside. Not to say that my struggle is like the collective struggle of black America. But maybe my struggle is similar to one black dude’s.

PLAYBOY: Do black women throw themselves at you?

MAYER: I don’t think I open myself to it. My dick is sort of like a white supremacist. I’ve got a Benetton heart and a fuckin’ David Duke cock. I’m going to start dating separately from my dick.

PLAYBOY: Let’s put some names out there. Let’s get specific.

MAYER: I always thought Holly Robinson Peete was gorgeous. Every white dude loved Hilary from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. And Kerry Washington. She’s superhot, and she’s also white-girl crazy. Kerry Washington would break your heart like a white girl. Just all of a sudden she’d be like, “Yeah, I sucked his dick. Whatever.” And you’d be like, “What? We weren’t talking about that.” That’s what “Heartbreak Warfare” is all about, when a girl uses jealousy as a tactic.

Videos like this one make me so proud to be black. Despite being subjugated and placed at the bottom of America’s social ladder BIG BLACK WOMEN know how to have a damn good time. Fuck a diet! These women are big, proud and ready to get down. I need a big black woman in my life…

Oh yeah…shout out to Dave, Ricky, Omar & Vic: BIIIIIIIIIIIIG FACE!

Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment