Check out the latest episode from The Misadventures of Awkward Black Girl. This ten minute clip follows “J” on her first interracial date with “White J.” Trust me, it’s hilariously funny so watch it.
You can find more information about Awkward Black Girl on their Facebook page. Enjoy!
To all my non DC readers: if you haven’t heard, DC isn’t doing too well in the unnatural weather/disasters department lately. Just when we thought it couldn’t get any worse than 100+ degree summer days, along comes an earthquake with a healthy aftershock and now Hurricane Irene (cue Dexy’s Midnight Runners here).
With a hurricane looming over weekend plans, and the remote possibility that Mineral, Virginia hasn’t finished its business yet, folks are starting to make plans to hunker down and stay-in; which raises the question: do you find a date to ride out the storm with or do you go it alone?
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I was chatting with a friend recently who told me about an encounter with a play date who had a small penis. “It had to be the smallest penis I’ve ever seen” said my friend, who also said that playing around with the guy proved to be a lot of fun in other ways.
My friend’s story got me to thinking about men and penis size. In a situation where the encounter is just about sex, the size or shortness of a guy might be a problem but at least you don’t have to see them again if it doesn’t work out. But what do you do in a situation where you’ve gotten to know the person and made a connection, and then find out that he’s not as well-endowed as you hoped? In a word, how small is “too small” to date? Read more…
It wouldn't be a reality blog without a little drama.
Word of advice: if your constant complaint is that there are no good men to date in DC, then maybe it’s time for you to leave.
I tire of hearing from and associating with dudes who always complain about the quality of men in a particular city’s dating pool. You know the type. Always online. Always on Grindr. Have a profile on every internet dating and hookup site known to gaydom. And always going out on a date.
It’s like dude, every time I see you, you’re always on a date with someone. Or I always hear about you dating one of my friends or associates. And let’s not even talk about the fact that you’ve probably dated every man in the 20001 and 20009 zip codes.
Trust, I’m not being a hater; I’m just relating to you the obvious facts. You goes on a lot of dates son, not that there’s anything wrong with that. Wrongness comes from you dating all of these dudes yet still finding some fault in every one of them that justifies in your mind why they are not dating material.
I was having drinks recently with my friend Fierce Diva, when she told me about a guy she’s seeing and the way he said, “I love you.”
They were sitting around on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Fierce Diva was with said guy and his cat. The cat had taken to Fierce Diva because she’s well, fierce, and she had taken to the guy’s cat too and said something to the effect of, “I love your cat.”
That’s when he started mentioning how he loved the cat too and in the same casual conversation said, “Fierce Diva, I love you too.”
“OMG, Fierce! What did you say in return?”
“Nothing. I’m sure his saying ‘I love you’ was an accident.”
“But Fierce, saying ‘I love you’ is never an accident.”
Now Fierce Diva and I talked for a round or two about this, and it is my firm conclusion that in dating, when a person says, “I love you” it is never an accident. Well, except in the following situations:
Having passionate sex with someone can bring about a whole flurry of emotions, especially hotel sex (yes, this is probably the third time I’m going to actually talk about sex on this blog). Read more…
I woke up on a Thursday morning and something just wasn’t right. There was something on my mind that I couldn’t quite put my finger on and it was bugging the ish out of me.
I lay in bed for a moment to take a quick inventory of my life. Work? Check. House? Check. Family? Check. After going through the major priorities, I came to my relationship with Matt and that’s when the alarms started going off like crazy. Oh no.
After everything Matt and I had been through. After dating him, and getting dumped on New Year’s Day. After telling him off in high Dynasty style, then making peace with him through a hangover haze. Matt and I had finally gotten to the point where we were friends-ly-ish, and I sat in my bed wondering, “do I really still have feelings for the kid?”
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The latest Basement Jaxx effort has taken some of their hit songs and arranged them to full on orchestration with the Dutch Metropole Orkest. The album is out now and includes the song Good Luck.
Good Luck is an anthem for anyone who’s been in a relationship with a jerk and gotten over it to the point that Alanis Morissette’s You Oughta Know just couldn’t reach. It’s like, you don’t want to be there to remind the bastard, you just want him gone.
Enjoy the song with Lisa Kekaula and the Metropole Orkest for yourself. The original version of the song with the music video where Lisa plays a prison guard who locks up her ex is after the jump.
Blaine: "It's Duckie that I really love!"
A reader asked me if I could write a post about having feelings beyond friendship for one’s best gay friend. Because I love taking reader requests, here are my thoughts on this subject: avoid this situation at all costs and break off the friendship with this person because it will almost never work out the way you may want it to. Oh wait, I was supposed to relate a story about this topic. Whoopsie!
I too had a best gay friend that I had feelings for. We met at the gym and went out on exactly 1.5 dates. The first date was okay; nothing horrible happened and there was the right amount of typical awkwardness. On the second date he professed that he still had feelings for a former love, and try as he might to get over the Ex, he couldn’t. He asked if we could be friends and I said yes, not really thinking that we would because everyone says they want to be friends if things don’t go well on the second date.
As fate would have it, we did become good friends. We started working out together, eating dinner together, drinking together. For a time, we were even car pooling to work together. Friends would ask us if we were dating and we would both say no. Then they would ask us separately and the answer was always still the same.
Call it natural, but at some point you start to spend a lot of time together and relate so many stories with each other, that something starts to happen; and you wonder why you and your best gay friend aren’t in a relationship together. Read more…
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If you missed the Tom Joyner Morning Show today, there was an interview with author Skip Masters regarding his upcoming book How I Broke My Addiction to White Women. The book is based on Masters real-life experiences dating white women and being in two different marriages with white women, before he was able to “break his addition” as it were, and find his current wife who is African American.
The TJMS interview was hilarious at times, while still tackling the questions that everyone wants to know like, why does a brother have to go white in the first place?
Because this topic gets a lot of heat in the black community, be it straight or Same Gender Loving, I had to take a moment and answer the question: is dating white people an addiction and if so, should it be on the next season of Intervention?
As I’ve said before, dating black men isn’t all that easy (read it here folks), and dating white men can end up with you dating a racist (as I’ve mentioned over here), but is it really necessary for all my gay best friends to sit me down in a room and say, “Kamal, we love you and as your gay family we feel that you have a problem with Twinkies, and we don’t mean the Hostess kind.”
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I met my friend Sam for Happy Hour drinks at Commissary on a recent Friday and we ordered Long Island Iced Teas in homage to a table of summer interns sitting near us on the outside patio.
After a few long pulls on our “iced teas,” Sam began spilling the beans on a new guy that he was dating.
“He’s very, handsome, well spoken, and he literally sweeps me off my feet Kamal. I’m telling you, the sex with him is just unbelievable. It’s only been a little over a month, but we decided to date each other exclusively.”
“Wow Sam, sounds hot. I’m wondering if you two may be moving too fast but I’ll save my judgment on that for later. Can I see a picture of him?”
Sam pulled out his phone, did some quick finger swiping, and handed it over for me to see a picture of his new beau. The guy was handsome and completely and utterly Sam’s type: dark-haired, swarthy, and Italian; with deep, fury, chest hair and bulging muscles.
I noticed that the picture was part of a text conversation, and being the good friend that I am, I swiped through the thread to see what other pictures this handsome man may have sent my friend Sam. Read more…
