Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

Virginity: 3 Reasons Why You Should Wait Until Marriage Oh yeah, I'm taking it there. I have two daughters. One is a teen and now has a new interest in the opposite sex. I have explained to her that dating will not commence before her sixteenth birthday. Even then, I plan to be involved in her dating life. That means that if I don't know that boys parents, he can't come over. It also means that I am slapping a promise ring on my daughters finger and giving her the talk. No, not about sex. Too late for that. We covered that last year. We are going to talk about putting a vice on her virginity. In the spirit of full disclosure, I will share with you the three reasons I've come up with as to why a person should keep their virginity until they jump the broom. Want to read it? Here it goes: You have zero perspective. Virgins don't know what sex is supposed to be other than what they see on television and in the movies which is always glamorized. I mean, who reall...

The Turner’s Elaine hurriedly grabbed for her tattered black handbag as she exited her 1994 black mustang. She hadn’t washed her hair in about five days and piling her thick black locks high in a bun atop her head wasn’t going to disguise her neglect much longer. She felt the familiar breeze of the air against her backside and routinely hiked up her low rise skinny jeans to cover the inadvertent peepshow her buttocks were giving. Her saddle colored leather jacket looked about as done for as her hair, but that wasn’t something she was willing to change. She head for the school doors taking a brisk stride. Her long legs kicked upward, as if she were practicing her best goose step in some foreign army; likely the consequence of wearing cumbersome motorcycle boots. As she strode toward the principal’s office she sighed and curled the top corner of her upper lip, making no effort to hide her annoyance when she spotted Belinda. Belinda was impeccably dressed as always and returne...

"When I asked about you, I was told that you were my cousin." She sat there, quieted by his admission. She then pondered why such a thing would be said, and imagined what it must have been like for him to meet her and realize that for all of these years he was lied to. Had he not remembered the time they played together in the yard, kicking over mushrooms and digging for dinosaur fossils? Well of course he had. He just thought it was his cousin he was playing with. The silence was uncomfortable. Both of them sat there, equally disturbed. She felt rejected, he felt deceived. This is the consequence of a father's denial of his infidelity. Lies perpetuate the cycle of mistakes, and brothers and sisters sit together, bonded by the pain or repelled by the truth. -For all of my brothers and sisters, with love.