Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

Funny that I created this blog years ago in effort to draw positive attention to what so many others were scorning at the time; natural hair. I used to be a natural hair stylist and I met so many women who were either afraid to "go natural" or were struggling to stay natural. Seldom did I meet someone who was content and simply needed styling services. I won't say that learning navigate an entirely new hair texture doesn't come with it's fair share of challenges. I will say that so many of us don't want to deal with our hair once it's restored to its original texture. I have to admit that I have been one of the women that I used to tsk at years ago. I always have in hair extensions by way of weave, braids or crocheted something. I say that I am doing a protective style which is sometimes true but most times I am just trying not to do my hair at all. I don't want to bother to manipulate my hair into elaborate twist outs and take time to do intricat...

I have a friend. He's so sweet to me. He writes me poetry, he sends me music, we text, we email, we talk... this guy is wonderful. Did I mention he's my friend?? He's so into me. We flirt, we laugh, we talk about our favorite foods, we plan to travel together, last night he had the steamiest dream about ME and just reading the details made my face flush beet red. Did I mention he's my friend?? He listens to me about my dating woes, he listens to me complain about slacking off on going to the gym, he likes to hear my voice, he loves when we go spelunking (private joke), he accepts my quirks and my expressions and my hang ups. But- he's my friend. You know what I like best about this friendship? Its free. Its open. Its easy. I don't have to worry about the labels. I don't have to wonder where its going or where it won't be going. I don't have to care who else he sends poetry or who else he spelunks with. All I know is I can text him a *Slurp* and he kn...