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Pardon this interruption. I want to let you know about the PBS website starring the bloggers that are participating in the Race 2012 project. Click the link and head on over, okay? Also, the special will air again October 19th. Check your listings, folks. You can also watch it online.

So. I’ve been studying up on this election and I’m not what you’d call a political kinda person. All I’d really like to do is write and paint. I may be prompted to become more engaged if the candidates were painting onstage and since they aren’t, I see this race to the White House grounded in two social wars, folks. Race and class. And with whites now being a minority, with all the immigrants here, it’s shifting to a class war ’cause folk who’ve always been in power are fighting to maintain that.

Before we get off into that, I know women folk, like those feminists (rolling my eyes), will insert some comment that pretty much goes, Well, what about me? We won’t get into that today. I’m unequivocally and proudly not a feminist. Okay? I don’t like groups all that much ’cause I’m liable to change my mind at any time. That’s just the nonconformist in me. And too, because I’ve had so many problems with women folk these last few years, I can’t do the feminist thing. I simply won’t. They will get on your last nerve. Even if you tell them, Go ‘head on, Bitch. I ain’t got but one nerve left, they’ll ride and wear it down anyhow. You hear me? But I won’t get into pissing women folk off about that today. Maybe some other time (wink, wink).

Anyhow, I watched the debate and the PBS special, Race 2012: A Conversation About Race & Politics in America. I look at this discussion from the foundation of being and doing what is humanly right. Somebody inserted a comment on my blog during our first race talk, “I think people who say they don’t see race or don’t think about people on the basis of their race are not being honest.” And they may or may not be. I don’t know.

I’m gonna break this down, folks. When I hear folk say “I don’t see color,” for me, it doesn’t mean literally. Not seeing color comes from a deeper place. We don’t live in a colorblind society, so no, let’s not pretend the pot’s melted and it’s all good. Not seeing color means I accept you because you’re a human being and I want you to do the same ’cause I am too. That I understand we have cultural differences and it’s cool. That I’m not departmentalizing what’s been exploited of your race or culture ’cause I need you to reciprocate that favor. That I’m not putting a lesser or heavier value on who you are ’cause of how you’re designed by nature. Nor am I’m hung up on artificial exteriors to define you. Your physical self is merely the house that holds, I hope, the substance.

It takes time to get to that place in a society that’s hung up on appearances and who’s inferior or superior based on those results. Like any other issue folk have that they’re working on, not seeing color is just another one of those things, if you deem it’s something you need to work on. It’s not rocket science. It’s humanities.

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“Patches” Watercolor/Ink on paper. Copyright 2012 Totsymae/www.toshfomby.com

Thank you, good folks, for your insightful comments as we continue race talk in collaboration with the special that will be airing on PBS. It’s airing tonight, folks. My apologies for not telling you in advance. I just didn’t know how to break it to you that it was airing on the same night as the second presidential debate. Damn! But you know what? I’m gonna have to record them both ’cause I’ve got a little work to do tonight. What I’ll do is record and we can talk about it later on this week. I know you folk think you’re all smart and whatnot and I’ll go ahead and give you that. I feel like I’m in real good company. Thank you for letting me in your little circle and all.

Well, today, I wrote a few shorts that kinda reflects what happens in this world we live in, inside America. I think we’re all like a stitch in this country that holds it together or cause it to unravel. And then there are those stitches that are barely holding on and trying to keep the fabric of what’s been created together. Anyhow, I wanted to share a coupla stories and maybe the thing you could assess is why/what do we think when we hear such stories in real life. Do our contrasting histories, inevitably, make us think as we do? Or don’t mind me at all. I’m not hear to tell you how to think. I’m just making it my damn self.

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Snippet No. 1:

“You recognize any of’em?”

Lana couldn’t focus on the line-up of faces. Too distracted by the lieutenant’s eyes boring into her flesh that felt close to somebody ramming himself between her thighs again. She never caught sight of a face with her eyes toward the ground. All she heard was grunting and the sound of her tears dropping on the cold pavement. It had to be one of the black men though.

Snippet No. 2:

Melody was known for doing things differently in her family. Today’s different was bringing home her boyfriend who spoke broken English and worked like the devil doing all kinds of odd jobs. The evidence showed with cuts and bruises on his hands that knew her body well. As soon as the door swung open, she felt her mother’s eyes piercing Jose’s seed in her womb.

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Check out the PBS video here and your local listing for airtime, folks. Also, to learn more about the Race 2012 project, visit Monica’s Tangled Web, where you can read other participating writers. Thank you again for your thoughtful assessment on race in America as we move closer toward this very important election.

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“Mulatto” Watercolor on paper. Copyright 2012 Totsymae/www.toshfomby.com

Down here in the south, the newest one that is, and being the mature woman I am, I’ve grown toward looking at behavior more than race. You know, I’ve been a few places and  among a whole buncha folk from all manner of countries. While there are stereotypes attached to particular ethnic groups, I know for myself that whatever’s in one group, you can bet your last dollar it’s in another. Lazy folk, upwardly mobile, poor, killers, loving and every adjective you can name is filled within every race of folk. Whatever is humanly possible is possible in all of us. There are no exclusions.

You know folks, when I was over in Saudi Arabia, I met up with folk from there in all range of colors. Some with light brownish tones and others of rich, dark complexions. When I went for a required check-up at the clinic, the doctor said, “Turn around, Sister.” I was like, It’s gonna be alright over here. I soon learned just how colorstruck the folk were over there. They love fair skin and think all Black folk over there come from Africa. It’s a very closed society but I couldn’t help thinking how this love for fair skin and blond hair was a concept of beauty for folk who weren’t born that way. None I’d seen or heard of anyway. The big boss once stated, “I don’t want no black person in the office. I want white only.” Well, he got what he wanted and the white woman didn’t last. Ended up being an Asian American running the office who did a damn fine job of it.

I was also surrounded by a small group of Sudanese women, some of who lightened their skin and their conversations led me also to believe that white was right. I’m telling you, folks, I got to thinking if you can’t be black in Africa, where can you be black? And honestly, I tried to overlook this ’cause I was ashamed that they were ashamed. You feel me? These are internal racial inequities and then there’s the rest of the world.

I wanna ask you two questions, folks: What does the evolvement of the Birthers mean to you? Look. You’ve been observing the political scene long and hard enough. Did anybody ever ask Mitt Romney to show proof that he was a college graduate? It’s a fair question, right?

My initial post for Race 2012 was embedded with only questions and I appreciate your responses. George thought we should open the door wider on the topic and if you read her comments, had a lot to say. A whole lot. I had to really ponder her words and learned something . Let me also say that in George’s candid respnses, I think she evoked the kinda conversation we tend to shy away from when discussing race. I had to ponder her experiences and wondered if they weren’t limited to that time in which she spoke. I came to the conclusion that perhaps I am a little rosey-eyed. Maybe it’s only in my mind that we’re better ’cause I want it so for my children and theirs. Maybe I’m just weary of race being an issue. Maybe most of us are. However, the problem won’t solve itself.  Do say what’s on your mind and not reserve your thoughts for private conversation. Let’s continue conversations that will heal these wounds that keep opening. I’m not asking can we all just get along without at least talking about why we can’t.

And if I can bother you with a coupla more questions: What is race anyway and what does it mean to you?

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I won’t lie to you, folks. I feel positive as long as shit’s happening to everybody else. Not that I’m glad it’s happening to them. I’m just glad it’s not happening to me. You feel me? I’ll pray for you, have you in my heart and all that good jive but I ain’t even gonna lie. I’m glad I’m not going through other folk trials and tribulations. Besides, everybody gets a turn at stumbling across that brick in the road.

Now, is it me or can you not stand being around those P is for positive cheerleaders all the time? And because I feel that way, when somebody’s being all positive and whatnot and it comes time for me to go through my shit, in my mind, I go to thinking Shut the hell up. You’s a damn lie. Go sitcho ass down somewhere! I’ll feel positive when I damn well feel like it. Okay? Don’t come skipping to the loo around me wearing your new panties and perfume. I mean, I’m happy for you and all but what I really need you to do shut up at this particular time. You know, some folk are just imposing that way.

And yeah, I also understand somebody’s going through something worse but that’s no consolation really, is it? I start thinking, Well, damn. I hope that shit’s not contagious.

There’s nothing wrong with being negative sometimes. It’s natural. It’s not a good state to be in but it’s human nature to wallow in shit for a minute. Long as you don’t stay there, you’re gonna be alright. You can appreciate what caused you to get to that state once you’re back to yourself again. Whatever that is.

I’m optismistic that my pessimism on certain matters will simmer to a minimum so that I can be even more positive about the shit I’m optimistic about. In the meantime, I’m gonna at least try to have a sense of humor about it.

And that, folks, is your daily vitamin for today.

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Remember me telling you about the PBS special, Race 2012? Well, it’s that time and every Tuesday, up until election day, is when I’ll publish an article relating to the topic of race and politics. Do make sure you tune in to the program, which will be aired on October 16th. I’ll keep you posted, of course but I also want you to be proactive, folks. That’s critical in these uncertain times. So, check your local listing, folks and look for Race 2012: A Conversation About Race & Politics in America.

Of course, the purpose of this is to have a forum for open and honest dialogue and since we’re all grown folk around here, we can do that, right? I thought so.

Monica, of Monica’s Tangled Web, invited me. Just so you know I’m not making this up. Okay? The Race 2012 Blogging Project Begins is the proof that I’m not. Now…If you’d so kindly oblige me, I have a few questions…

“Race in America” Watercolor on paper. Copyright 2012 Totsymae/www.totsymae.com

Are you voting this year? You most certainly will? May I ask you where we are with race relations in America? Are we getting better? What makes you think so? How do you think folks who don’t look like you feel about where we are on this matter? Do you ever empathize on that? What makes them feel that way? You think we’re getting better ’cause we’ve got an African American president? What kind of president did you say you want?  Does your president have to look like you or can he look like me? Does it matter how he looks at all? Are you sure? How much of a factor has race played into the political game in the last four years?  Do you feel as if your president represents you regardless of color? Can you expound on why you feel that way? Ever have conversations about race among friends and family? Would you care to share snippets of those  conversations? So, you think not talking about race makes it all better? How does that happen? Has it been working for you? Why do you think folk want to have this conversation? We need to just move on? Okay. If I may ask a handful of other questions, can I ask you what folks mean when they say we want to take our country back? Why are they so angry when they say that? Do you feel the same way? Do you think there’s a racial divide in America? You don’t see one? Do your friends who don’t look like you see one? You just want us all to get along? How can we get along if we don’t talk?

Here are a few other participants in the Race 2012 blogging campaign:

Monica’s Tangled Web

She Writes

Somer Empress

Destination Unknown

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I took time to finish my book of flash fiction. I added more stories to a point that I’m satisfied with what I put out there. Now, time for the artwork. This comes at a good time, in a way, cause it’s almost my birthday. I say in a way ’cause it was my intention to have the book published by that time but instead, I’m spending a little time figuring out the e-book process. I shant be long. I’m not as technically challenged as it may seem since my training’s in graphic design. Anyhow, this halfway explains my brief absence, which I didn’t tell you before I left but hey, we’re all grown folk around here, right?

If so, let me introduce my favorite female comedienne. Folks, put your hands together for my girl, Sommore!

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So, he dropped her like a hot rock

And walked away with his cock,

Leaving her to bitch and groan

‘Cause she gotta get orgasms on her own.

She damned time with every tick and tock.

~~~ooOoo~~~

He had a small head that got lost in her breasts.

“Oh me, oh my,” he thought, “I sure am blessed!”

She went to smacking his ass like a horse

And pushed his pee head into her with more force;

Little head was gone and lost as he yelled, “Yes, yes, yes!”

~~~ooOoo~~~

The moon found them bathing unclad.

“Baby-Bay, when I look at you, I sure get glad.”

She rolled her eyes, thinking of the peter

On this man named Skeeter.

To settle for this fool, she must’ve gone mad.

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Now, don’t press me with why I say this. I’m not altogether a dirty-minded thinking kinda person but I’m, well, learning about life other than I know it and I’ll have to sit down to let the birds and bees outta the bag later. Be patient, if you will. I need to nose around a bit more and get the skinny. Just so you know, I’m about getting the skinny and then passing it on. In the meantime, Don in Massachusetts and Red said they wanted more dirty talk limericks. So again, here we go…

So that she’d never sleep alone,

Janie invited stranger men to her home.

They romped in the sack all night;

Had bitter coffee at the break of light.

Come nightfall, the seedy side of town, she’d roam.

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There was a woman named Julie I once knew -

To speak of bed partners, oh she had a few.

She reeled them in with the lusciousness of her ass,

Of which these horny men could never pass.

In her little black book, it counted one hundred and two.

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Ms Caroline was starched and oh, so prude;

Her current beau couldn’t get her in the mood.

To those goods between her legs, she held tight;

The frustrated beau fought in his dreams at night.

Little was it known, Ms Caroline went doggie for a man named Jude.

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It was apparent the marriage had gone south;

The little wifey refused particular things with her mouth.

She cringed to see it bulging from his pants -

This caused Husband to storm into rants.

He ended up purchasing certain favors on Tenth and Strouth.

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It was no secret that Jacob Hartup was on a quest-

You’d see him beat his meat on the corner of Fifth and West.

So desperate he was to find a hole and poke;

But women all laughed him off as a horrible joke -

Told his fool ass to keep fucking himself if he wanted some sex.

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I’ve learned a good deal since blogging. For one, I’ve learned from reading other blogs. Thank you for that, folks. You’re most appreciated. Well, the latter part of the summer, I discovered what flash fiction was all about. In February, I began writing 100-word stories. Since then, I’ve produced, well, a mini book of them.

Being in transition at present, I’ve discovered this type of poetry called limericks. To give you the mini skinny on it, if you don’t know already, a limerick is “a kind of witty, humorous, nonsense poem.” It’s said that “the true limerick as a folk form is always obscene and essentially transgressive; violation of taboo is part of its function.”

I’ve composed a few limericks to share with you. I’m sure I’ve broken a few rules. Regardless, I think of these as sorta like rhymes in a Mother Goose book, only on a blog. For grown folk. Ready? Here we go…

It was a clear and starry night in June

That Clara Mae’s brain went out of tune.

She stripped to the core of her nakedness;

Had the neighborhood in uproar and unrest.

Oh me, oh my, what a loon.

~~~ooOOOooo~~~

Felicity couldn’t stand to wish no more;

She purchased a toy johnson from the store.

Soon after, she fell in love to marry.

She named the johnson Good Ole Larry,

Suffice to say, Felicity kept happy like a ten-dollar whore.

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Otis wasn’t what you’d call a proper man,

So when he met up with this woman named Jan,

He was ready to bed her in an instant.

Naturally, to this, she was resistant

Til he stuck a wad of cash in her hand.

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Goodness, gracious and amighty,

Beulah was stacked but so damn flighty.

She’d go, “Huh” and “Duh” when called her name.

Damn ditty damn, what a ditsy dame;

Then one day, she said her name was Heidi.

~~~oooOOOooo~~~

Georgie was a man getting up in age;

The good sex years, he’d long turned the page.

He began popping the little happy pill

To gain back years of thrill.

Ole Georgie busted his zipper like a tiger from a cage.

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It’s time to light up the blogosphere, folks. I come bearing blogs that you may enjoy reading. It won’t cost you a thing but a little time. Keep your gas money for your tank. Go and visit these folks. While you’re browsing the list, have yourself some zero calorie virtual desserts.

This Little Light

Jots From A Small Apt

Today In Heritage History

Don In Massachusetts

The Narcissist’s Blog

Four Blue Hills

Five Reflections

Xtraordinary Poems

Polentical

The Obamacrat

The Writings of Elena Facchinei

Hope you find yourselves more folk to hang out with. There are so many blogs I didn’t list but periodically, I will highlight other blogs here.  Enjoy.

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