How to date, mate and relate. Mixing race, culture and creed.
The “Big O.” The “little death.” Climax.
Whatever you want to call it, the second issue of Arielle Loren’s genius endeavor, Corset Magazine, is all about orgasms. I’ve seen it and it is W.O.W.
While browsing through a Google search for an unrelated writing project, I stumbled upon a link that reminded me of a whimsical little notion I used to entertain when I was a single girl: getting a sugar daddy. Especially a few years ago, as a recent graduate with zero prospects on either the job or relationship front, my friends and I would joke that we should just get sugar daddies and not worry about silly things like following our passions or becoming successful. During that time I also had an incident where an older gentleman helped me find my way when I was lost just off Times Square. He then proceeded to shower me with complements and offered to buy me coffee. Once the job interview I was going to turned out to be just another rejection, I seriously for a moment considered if I had what it took to be a woman with a benefactor. And wondered if I should have met the man for coffee, even just of out curiosity.
“Many tips suggest that bw should expand our horizons and focus on attending events that are not “black only” if we want to swirl. So that when we attend these events, we would have a chance with mingling with other groups of people and hopefully our presence there signals our interest in being open to others. However, sometimes when I go to these events, and there are other black people there, the bm there immediately or eventually try to talk to me. This is when I become conflicted.”
The Twitterverse is yammering about Miley Cyrus…again. This time it’s about how skinny she is. Some are saying she has an eating disorder, to which she quickly fires back: “For everyone calling me anorexic I have a gluten and lactose allergy. It’s not about weight it’s about health. Gluten is crapppp anyway!”
Look at Ricky, tryna be all wise and stuff!
The smart thing to do is go to church the Sunday AFTER.
Inspired by the hustle-ish-ous-ness of KimmayTube, I am going to wear my boring grandma’s auntie-bun with a new-found flair.
Having my vaguely non-Christian children celebrate Easter is like having a vegetarian barbecue. Sure, it’s something you can wrap your head around as a concept, but at the end of the day, in the execution of the thing, the intent plays an enormous role in how it’s both experienced and understood.
Why is she denying this? Wait. I know why. Forget I asked.
If you heart doesn’t melt seeing this, then you are The Grinch.
Kerry Washington takes some time out of her hectic schedule to chat with the BB&W Crew.
Nagging you like your mama…
I told her, “Just be cool. Don’t be a snitch.”
This really comes at no surprise, just more poison spreading and now we have women continuing the destruction…
“The looks of intimidation and hatred I get are crazy…”
We’ve done little discussions about the “reluctant swirler.” But you probably know this girl as well as I do. She probably dated intra-racially her entire dating life, but just so happened to find a rainbeau that she really, really liked…a lot. They date a while and maybe they get married. But in the back of her mind, she feels a dreaded, secret guilt, one that she can’t share with her significant other, nor anyone else.
Large pores are gross. This product seems to help.
Make no mistake, the delighting of others’ misfortune is absolute pathology.