Yeah, I saw Bridesmaids this weekend and it totally reminded me how much I loved this cheesy song way back when. I think it had to do with being in high school and not entirely sure that I was gay, yet still having that innate gay longing for fierce female divas.
There isn’t much I can say about the deepness of this song. I never looked at it as a dating song per se, but one that you sing out loud by yourself while getting ready for a cheesy night out with friends, or that you sing out loud with friends while getting drunk during a cheesy night out. Read more…
On the occasions when people who aren’t family or close friends offer opinions about our behavior, are we ever really in a place where we can accept the statement as true and learn from it? Does it matter who the person is that’s making the statement, or how we came to know them, or why they decided at that moment to make a judgment call about us?
Every office assistant that has ever worked with me has said the same thing: that I’m nice but demanding. It’s been a consistent read over the course of my professional life and while I’m in a place to accept the critique as true, I don’t see a need to create change we can believe in. Besides, defining requirements for a project only ensures a pathway to success.
But what if the critique comes from someone you’re dating? More importantly, what if the critique isn’t all that great? Do you take the person’s words with a grain of salt, mull them over reflectively, or write it off as another Bottom spurned?
I have been told many positive things about my character and behavior from various folks that I’ve dated, but the one semi-consistent critique that seems to stick is: there are times when I can act a little selfish. Read more…
It’s Friday over here at Kissing Kamal and we wanted to end the week on a laugh while also feeling compelled to address an important topic that’s been eating at us all week.
In case you haven’t heard, Don Lemon of CNN fame and Rick Welts who is the President for the NBA Phoenix Suns both came out of the closet as gay earlier this week. You can read their respective stories here and here.
As expected, comments from the black community regarding Mr. Lemon have been somewhat harsh, touching on his being molested as the reason why he got “turned out,” saying that he wasn’t black enough to begin with because he’s light-skinded, and many offers to help him “pray the gay away.” By the way, if anyone out there wants to pray for a gay, pray that we hit the lottery while you’re at it.
I am not interested in addressing the negative comments about Don Lemon, or Rick Welts and the sanctity of the NBA; although I will say that a gay version of Basketball Wives would be OVAH! You hear that WNBA development people?? Sickening.
Sorry, I digressed for a minute. To address these negative comments would be me preaching to the choir. Instead I am just going to state what should be an obvious fact: dating someone in the closet sucks! Read more…
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It was the rare morning such as this one that I hated the floor-to-ceiling windows in my bedroom. I normally enjoy the light that cascades in but when you’re wickedly hungover to the point of still being slightly drunk, “spacious windows that let in tons of light” is the last thing you want to deal with. Damn, where is that Advil?
I looked over at the clock and it read 11:30am. I sat slightly curled to the side in bed, checking my phone and waiting for the Advil to kick in before trying to put my feet on the ground. Damn Van and his open bar. Why did I drink so much? Oh, that’s right. I saw Matt and started acting like a honey badger. Wait, who else did I meet?
I sat in bed trying to piece together the various events from last night and the phone rang. The caller ID says Matt. I decided to answer. Read more…
As I dressed for work on a recent morning, the realization that I had gained weight finally hit home as I tried on exactly four pairs of dress pants looking for ones that would fit. I had a ton of stuff off at the dry cleaner, and this left me with four options; three of which in no way fit me from the knee up.
I tried on my last available pair of pants hoping and praying they would fit. Hold breath. Pull on pants. Suck in stomach. Fasten pants. Exhale. Ah, success. As I slipped on a pair of shoes and checked Next Bus to make sure I wasn’t late, I realized something that I hadn’t before: the weight that I’ve gained isn’t going anywhere, anytime soon.
For those of you who are reading this and see me on a regular basis: I’m politely telling you that I do not, in any way, want to hear it from you, with “It” being the inevitable refrain of “you’re not fat.” While I may not be a candidate for any weight loss reality shows, the naked truth is that I have a closet full of dress clothes and a large majority of them do not fit. Call me skinny if you like, but it’s not going to squeeze me into those pants. Read more…
Real-time Update: My apologies for being away from the blog for the past week. I know many of you look forward to my posts as a work day distraction, but I’ve been working a lot lately which hasn’t allowed time for much else.
In the free time that I have had, I’ve spent a lot of it hanging out with friends and it’s got me to thinking how important a good group of friends can be to one’s dating life.
I’m going to write more on this soon but in the meantime I invite you to look at some of my old posts on whether friends may be keeping you from finding a decent date (here), or if a friend is more socially “popular” than you at dating (here); and, if it’s time to unfriend an ex on Facebook (here).
Here’s a little TLC for those needing a dance break at work.
I’ll get back to a normal schedule next week. xoxo Read more…
Yeah, I saw Bridesmaids this weekend and it totally reminded me how much I loved this cheesy song way back when. I think it had to do with being in high school and not entirely sure that I was gay, yet still having that innate gay longing for fierce female divas.
