Song Of The Day | Kitty Cash

This song is extraordinarily dope! I just so happened to stumble across this yesterday after listening to the Willow Smith song that I featured yesterday. All I heard was the first few bars of the chorus and immediately bookmarked this track by Kitty Cash.

"Kitty Cash, born Cachee Livingston, is a female New York native distinguished by her musical taste."

I'm a fan already. She has a mixtape that dropped yesterday. "Love the Free Vol. II" can be downloaded here! You definitely won't be disappointed!

Check out this track! Move Me x Kitty Cash!

Twitter: @KittyCash_

IG: @KittyCash_

New Music | Willow Smith "8"

This song is dope. I'm liking it. What do you think?

8 x Willow Smilth

Song Of The Day | Coupe x Future | Official Video

I'm liking this track. It's dope and so is the video. 

Coupe x Future 

Nicki Minaj Responds to "Anaconda" Cover Critics

Source: Rap-Up.com

I woke up this morning to news that Nicki Minaj done took to twitter to send a message to the critics who have "the most" to say about the cover art for her new single, "Anaconda." Nicki posted photos of other models with their backs to the camera to show how there are double standards when it comes to beauty. She posted images of Kate Upton and Nina Agdal posing in swimsuits with the caption "acceptable". When she reposted her new cover she captioned it "unacceptable."

How is it any different?

The only difference that's apparent is that Nicki's ass is a lot bigger than theirs and well... she's black. However, I'm not going to be playing the race card here... but.  xD. Critics lurk. That's what they're there for. Let them do just that. I think that Nicki looks beautiful in her cover, I think that Kate Upton looks beautiful in her Sports Illustrated feature. Let's celebrate the different shades and sizes of beauty. I'm looking for a cover from Gabourney Sidibe! Who ya wit?

This brings me to a question. Nothing about Nicki, just in general. Why is it that chicks wear next to no clothes -- or tight form fitting pants, and get mad when dudes look at their asses? Help me find clarity. Leave your thoughts below.

TI + Tiny Are Getting Remarried... WTF?

I guess it really is a "family hustle" ... because they sure had us fooled. We saw rapper T.I. and wifey Tiny all cozied up at this year's BET Awards after all the drama that's been going on this year with his cheating, their IG wars and brawls with professional heavy weight champions -- but was this all just a publicity stunt?

Word is that this next season of their VH1 Reality Show, "A Family Hustle" will be called the "Wedding Season" where T.I. and Tiny will be reconfirming their nuptials for us all to see. I feel like this was planned from the beginning.

"Think about it... TI and Tiny are back together, Tiny's got a new song about it." 

The public is nosey and want to know what's going on. All signs of a publicity stunt. Nothing is official yet but if this next season is, indeed, the "Wedding Season"... my focus is going from Mimi and Nikko to Tiny and T.I.  What do you think?

Song of The Day | 7.27.14 | Lasto

You're probably going to see a lot of LastO songs on this blog! My absolute favorite rapper right now! For more music, check out his site.

The Love Me Question x LastO

Pooh | Chapter Two

Pooh and I continued what I like to call "my first relationship" for about 2 weeks. Back then, we were practically married -- the attention span of a 9 year old is extremely short.

It was fun while it lasted. Days filled with cheek kisses, hugs, stolen touches when no one was looking and  playing 'house'. If you don't know the game of house, you probably didn't have much of a childhood. It was pretty much pretending that we were and adult couple who lived together. He was the boy, I was the girl -- we were too young to know what tops and bottoms were.

One day specifically, I remember it being very hot outside. My mom always bought boxes of Luigi's Italian Ice during the summer. I took one outside to Pooh and we went behind the my apartment building to eat them -- we didn't want to share with any of our other friends.

After we were finished, I sat my cup and spoon down beside me and looked over at Pooh who was still eating. We locked eyes for a brief while before he leaned in and kissed me on my lips. I'm sure it wasn't that great, but then it felt amazing. That day he introduced me to 'giving head' (oral sex) when he pulled out his dick and asked me to suck it. I was hesitant but thought this is what I'm supposed to do. He was 4 years older than I, so I thought he already knew. Neither one of us knew what we were doing... 

That was a big step. I knew it was wrong, especially at 9. What the hell was I doing? So inappropriate.

The day we 'broke up', I caught him outside playing house with this girl named Kiara. In front of all of our friends, he told her that he liked her and asked if she could be his girlfriend. My feelings were so hurt. I remember going in the house, to my room and crying for about 15-20 minutes.

Pooh introduced me to the struggle that we all face as African America Gay Men. I didn't understand at the time, but we are conditioned to hold up a certain stereotype and image to be a "man". You have to be into sports, have a nice body, and "fuck bitches". Honestly, those stereotypes can go to hell... but unfortunately it's something that we all face.

Our fathers, friends and communities introduce us to the idea of patriarchy early on, "boys don't cry"... "stop acting gay". Those words burn holes in our minds and hearts and even though we know what we like, we fight ourselves to convince ourselves otherwise. Men are supposed to be supreme beings who don't have emotions and feelings. We are strong. We don't cry. I honestly think it's all bullshit. I'm a masculine man -- I cry, I have feelings and I like other masculine MEN. That's what makes me strong. Accept it. I wish Pooh would have.

Source: Google Images

Tami Roman In Relationship With Another Woman

Photo Credit: Reality Wives

"There may be a new TWIST to the new season of BASKETBALL WIVES - according to a MTO snitch. Tami Roman and rapper THE GAME's fiance Tiffany Cambridge have people talking. 

According to MULTIPLE sources, the two ladies are EXTREMELY close friends, and while neither will confirm it - people say the two ladies are DATING. 

Tells one insider, "I heard the rumors that Game caught them in the bed together, but I didn't believe it cause I know Tami likes dick. But after seeing them together as much as I have lately I believe those two are LESBIAN LOVERS."

- Via MediaTakeOut

Photo Credit: Gossip We Love

Firstly, I'm a Tami Roman fan to the depths, I certainly don't believe this shit for anything. There are a few different scenarios that could place the two ladies in the same arena and maybe they've developed a close friendship. Both are beautiful, both are in the same industry, both have been involved in high profile relationships and they're both on shows on the SAME NETWORK. 

I make new contacts and friends everywhere I go. Let these ladies live. Additionally, if they are involved in some sort of love triangle... THAT'S THEIR BUSINESS! I'm sure The Game wouldn't mind joini...... NVM! 

Groupie Wants To Sue August Alsina

Photo Credit: The Grape Juice . Net

" I wanted to put [R&B Singer] August Alsina ON BLAST, and I'm thinking about suing him for hurting me. He ripped my cervix.

It's a long story, but August reached out to me on Instagram, after he saw some of my bikini photos. It started off as innocent flirting. I wasn't even convinced it was really him. There are a lot of catfishes outchea LOL.

Anyway, a few months back, he asked me to fly to Virginia to his concert. He said that we could hang out after. He didn't pay for the flight, but he left me tickets and backstage passes which was nice of him. 

After the concert he was acting real nice. He introduced me as his girlfriend to everyone there. I felt so special. We went out to a club for about an hour. He held my hand for the whole night. I was in heaven.  

When we went back to his hotel it was ON. I admit I was the aggressor at first. We kissed hard and I practically ripped his clothes off literally. He got into it and let me play rough with him. But when I took off his underwear LAWD JESUS I didn't know dicks like that existed. No lie MTO that thing has to be a foot long and thick. It looks like a bottle of Febreze.  

When I saw this thing I was like whoa, you're going to have to go slow with that. He did at first. It hurt at first. Then I started loving it. After a while he started going in real deep, he pumping me and putting all his weight behind it. It felt good until I felt a pop. Somehow his big dick hit something he shouldn't. I felt so much pain my legs started shaking. 

I swear it must have happened to him before because he immediately stopped and started asking if I was OK. I told him I was but, I wasn't because blood was dripping out of me and I couldn't walk. He had his security team drive me to the hospital and I was there for 4 days with a ruptured cervix. Doctors say that I lost so much blood that I could have died. 

Now I'm considering suing August for my pain and suffering. He's been cool about everything but I think I should be compensated for being injured like that. He should be more careful with that thing in this pants."

- Via MediaTakeOut

Here's My Opinion

First of all, this shit is completely ridiculous. I have three issues with this. 

1. Your travel expenses weren't paid for? Call me crazy but if a guy wants for me to come see him more than I wanted to come see him, rest assured my travel expenses would have been covered (especially if I KNEW beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had it). I'm sure August isn't broke. Point. Blank. Period. That's just unacceptable and a SURE SIGN that you intended for whatever happened to happen. You wanted this... you've waited your whole life for this moment. Who exactly are you trying to try?

2. No one forced you to do anything! You know what you can handle, you know what you can take and you're an adult (I hope) -- no one forced your hands down his pants, no one forced you to 'literally' rip off his clothes and no one made you spread your legs and take his dick (AFTER seeing exactly how big it was). I'm so sick of people making their own educated decisions and then want to play victim after things don't go exactly how they want them to go. Grow the fuck up and get your life! Please.

3. You initiated the sex! You admitted that you were "the aggressor at first" and that you "literally ripped off his clothes" and allowed him to "play rough" with you. So stop the shenanigans *in my Joseline Hernandez vernacular*! If someone makes it perfectly clear to me that they want to engage in sexual activity and I'm with it, 9 times out of 10... we're going to fuck. 

You saw how big his meat was, you know the consequences of sexual intercourse with someone who is well endowed. Be grateful that you ended up with a ruptured cervix and not Herpes or a unplanned pregnancy. If anything, you should be suing for reimbursement for your travel expenses... can you tell that I have a real issue with that?

It is pretty big though. Check out the pic below. That's on soft.

Pooh | Chapter One

He was unusually attractive. Or as attractive as he could be to my (at the time) 9 year old senses.

My nephew (or older brother as our neighborhood friends would call him... yes, he's a year older than I) had the ability to befriend almost anyone. I envied him because of that. He always surrounded himself with guys of all types -- we would spend hours playing football, at the pool or playing the infamous manhunt in our neighborhood.

I found myself drawn to some of them. Confused at the time to these feelings -- I would steal a glance or two, shake it off and ignore them all together. There was one however, that I just could not shake off.

Pooh.

He was perfection.

When I think back, he wasn't all that cute -- but I've never been caught up on looks. He was tall, with a chocolate complexion and an athletic build -- of which, I suppose, came from the community little league teams he played with. And his personality? Man, his personality literally brightened the room. He was 12 and mature for his age. Well, at 9 everyone older was mature.

I developed the concept at an early age that if I wanted something, I was going to get it. At any cost.

I had to have him. I would flirt. I would pretend to act "gay" when I was around him and smack him on the butt. Everything that I could do to make some physical contact with him, I did.

He would laugh it off, I would go home happy. Thinking about Pooh.

It was too much, I had to let him know. I was tired of only thinking about him, I wanted my first "boyfriend". Of course, I didn't want anyone to know that I was gay "confused" but I was willing to take that risk. It was that serious.

It was the July 4th, 1996 and I decided to make my move. I knew that at some point, I would be alone with Pooh and I was going to let him know how I felt. As usual, my nephew and I woke up, showered and got dressed, grabbed a bowl of Fruit Loops and headed outside to play. As the day dragged on, I saw no signs of Pooh until later that afternoon he joined us outside. He and his family went to Centennial Park earlier in the day.

There were moments during the day where we were so close to being alone but to my dismay someone would ruin that moment. I was frustrated and I'm sure I had a visible attitude.

After hours and hours of running around Spanish Trace Apartments, it was time for the fireworks. I was excited. This was the biggest part of the holiday to me. A few days before the Fourth every year -- my parents would take us to South Carolina to one of the fireworks outlets for us to pick out firecrackers and my dad would light them for us in the parking lot.

I sat alone, on the stairs as my nephew and our other friends (Pooh included) were engaged in the conversation with my dad as he was lighting the fireworks.

I don't know how or when, but Pooh made his way on the steps next to me. It was do or die, the moment I had been waiting for and..... I just couldn't do it.

"Why are you sitting over here alone?", Pooh asked abruptly.

I finally spoke a soft, "... oh, I'm just watching the fireworks."

"Oh", he said in a confused tone. "Well, you mind if I watch them with you?"

Why was he asking me this? Of course it was fine if he watched it with me. As I was thinking Pooh said, "You know, I really like you."

"I know that", I spoke hoping that he was implying something else.

"No. Like I like you... like you and I know you like me too."

He beat me to the punch. I couldn't believe it.

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There's more where this is coming from. These stories are based on actual events in my life and Pooh was actually his name. I'm sharing these stories to share what I've gone through in my life and what I've learned from my interaction with other guys. It's hard finding love out here. You'll hear them all.

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Welcome to Unrequited Love

It seems like all of my friends come to me for relationship advice. They know I'll be open and honest and tell them exactly how I feel. I'm very intuitive and I've dealt with a lot of guys. I always tell them, "I've been with 150 different guys, with 150 personalities... he is no original." That's an over-exaggeration, I'm a little dramatic... but you get the point. I have so much to share. I have so many stories in my dealings with other gay men, that I just have to get them off my chest.

I figured that I wasn't the only guy out here that would love to have a place to come and let off some steam in a positive and non-destructive environment, so I came up with this idea to create a place where guys can come and be themselves. 

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