Hoes and Housewives

I'm Back Joe!

As you can see the topic has been chosen. It's very easy to fall into a cliche mode by explaining the differences between a hoe or a housewife. I don't want to go there. Those titles come in degrees. Let me explain. A hoe can be broken down (or included) into sub-categories (ie bustdown, cunt, whore, slut). Contrary to popular belief, those women are not the same. What the duties of a "housewife" should be is under your own personal perception! With all that being typed, I'm not going to discuss that angle. I want to talk about how I evolved through life to go from wanting a bustdown (that's right you read it!) to wanting to make a life with a good woman.

I have been through a couple crazy relationships in my day. I remember being with my first bustdown. And when I say "being with" I mean I wifed her. How naive I was?! The signs were there, friends pleaded their case and most important of all my mom told me. Mom knows best! I remember I was coming out of a relationship with a smart and physically gifted young lady. She was nice. With the bussa, she was physically gifted but she let everyone open the gift. She caused many problems for me. I honestly can't tell you why I kept fucking with this girl. As I think back I remember being weak mentally and emotionally. I was maturing and coming into my own and much like a caterpillar you are vulnerable to things as you grow. I was into drinking (everyday) and smoking (at least two times a week). I had weak guys around me that brought me down. Some of these guys are still in my life but Im stronger than before and I dont indulge in their bullshit. Anyway, whole other subject (Friend or Foe?...sounds good). Anyway, I was dealing with my parents divorce and the many things that comes with that (ie financial, emotional, mental and family stress). What can I say she capitalized? But there definitely was a star that came and casted a light on her evils and that young lady made me want to be a better man.

In the same college arena (oh yeah, if I didnt mention...the bussa came from NIU) came a young woman that made me want to do better. She actually was the model of the woman that I probably need. She had her rumors surrounding her but I don't give a fuck about that shit. What she did for me was made me want to be better without saying shit! Much like my dad in grooming me as a player he showed me what I had to do and let my personality take over from that point on. I left NIU and she continued to encourage. She never tore me down when I was doing something wrong. Instead I would have to deal with not seeing her when I was doing something crazy or just completed being crazy. She was the first female that made me believe the most cliche black statement ever made...Behind every strong black man is a strong black woman. Before her I thought I was Superman and that everything would come to me, including success. With her I matured to know that I was vulnerable and that if I don't protect myself no one else would and that I have to work for success and every thing that comes with it. Now we are no longer together but she is one of my best friends. I have been in a couple brief relationships since and they have been great women (housewife types). To also give them credit, I have learned and continue to learn from them as they continue to be great friends.

I don't know where else to go with this subject. This is a pretty weak blog. But I feel like its evident what everyone would want in life. As a man, you want a great woman that will work, deliver boys, cook, clean and be hospitable to your visitors. As a woman, you want a great man that will work, deliver some good penis at least until you are 40, wash the dishes, be nice to visitors and pay attention to you after the game is over. But on the subject of why one may attract shitty mates...that's for you to decide. You can say opposites attract or you can also be accurate with "birds of a feather flock together". The answers aren't wrong. I personally know that the time I was with a bussa and the times that I have fucked a hoe, it was me! Me! No one else to blame. I was fucked somehow. Whether it be for the reasons detailed in college or those lonely weekend days where a brother just goes through their entire phone book to find a hit (sorry, yes that's why I called you for real...that's for those that I called or texted out of nowhere after 10 pm). Doesn't matter, I was weak. So who do I prefer, depends on when you ask!

Thanx

Ms. Brown aka My diamond in the rough