Jay for President

I realize I'm a little young to legally run for president, but I think a United States governed by Jay would be a great nation. So, what will I stand for, what are my issues, how will I solve our problems? Here's just a taste. (oh maybe i should state this upfront, this may offend most of you and to that i say in my best Ms. Jones impersonation, Oh Well!)

IMMIGRATION: Lock down all boarders. I say no more immigrants should be allowed. Have the coast guard return the banana boats, make shift rafts and boats back to their countries. No more bring them here first then send them back, nope, turn their asses back around and wish them well. Oh and I friends to the south, we need to enlist the help of the Germans and build a concrete wall with electric strips at the base and spikes at the top. For those illegal immigrates that are currently in this country, you have to leave. No explanation on why you are here, you have to leave, end of discussion. And for those that think they are slick, if you had your kid here, here are your options: 1) your child can stay go through our foster care system where they will probably be beating and molested. 2) take your child with you and he/she looses any rights as an American citizen. Any employer found employing illegal immigrants will be fined a minimal one million dollars and face other penalties.

FOREIGN POLICY: Simply put, we focus on fixing our country and you do the damn thing with yours. We are not the big brother of the world nor are we the saviors, actually it's beginning to look like we are the biggest trouble makers out there. Let's clean up our image, we are going to work on our country. No more sending money to third world countries, no more adding our two cent in the middle east crisis'. Hey Korea, you want nuclear weapons, do you. Iraq, you want to beat your women, go for it.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT: Time for a change. Prison will no longer be for rehabilitation, it will be for punishment. TV, radios, exercise equipment and games will be taken out of the prisons. Recreation time will consist of a copy of War and Peace or Salis Manor. Murderers and rapist will be forced to share a common cell, unable to exit for any reason, for the duration of their sentence. Celebrities will be held to the same laws as the working man, no more working out deals to avoid jail time or getting out early because of a panic attack.

ECONOMY: With illegal immigrants gone, there will be jobs open, many of which are less than desirable. However, those jobs that are vacated by the illegal immigrants will be taken up by those getting social assistance (welfare, unemployment). No complaints, you either work or you get no money. We still need to rely on the assistance of other countries for things such as oil/gas, fine we will do a better job of negotiating the best deal possible while drilling off our coast and wilderness areas. Companies will be given incentives to create and maintain jobs here instead of moving to other countries and importing them back to the United States. The rich will get taxed more. No more breaks for charitable giving, the rich will finally pay their fair share.

EDUCATION: New Schools need to be built, a hiring explosion of teachers needs to happen and the bitching of parents need to stop. In an effort to decrease the avg. class size, new schools will need to be built, thus new teachers need to be hired. As I respect parents' that want to be an active member in their child's education, I must say, your opinions are just that, our teachers are professionals. If a child is not meeting the standards in one grade, they need to stay back. If a child has not mastered 5th grade, why move them to 6th? Special Education, yeah these students will also need to meet pre-determined standards and if they can not meet those standards, then they to need to stay back.

LAWS: Church and state need to be separate. No more christian observances. No more vacations for Easter and Christmas, use your vacation time if you want those days off. Abortion, all for it. Don't think of it as killing an unborn baby, but a planned miscarriage. But I'm open for compromise, all of those opposed to abortion, can register for a national registry. Whenever a woman wants an abortion but can't get one, we will deliver her child to you when she has the baby. Social services already has more kids to deal with then they can handle so this works for everyone. An unborn baby doesn't die, the mother doesn't have to try and love a baby she didn't want and social services doesn't have to worry about finding a home for the child when the mother turns out to be neglectful. It will be a federal crime to file bankruptcy, fire thousands of workers and still manage to shell out million dollar severance packages to top executives. Budget cuts start from the top not the bottom.

There you have it, a brief description of some of the issues I will be addressing on my campaign trail, where are my supporters and I need a running mate.

day after

Ok its the day after thanksgiving and I'm at work. Before you come with jokes or feel bad for me, let me say this, I'm getting double time and a half for today so I'm good...lol. Today is friday and I don't plan on doing much, like any other friday. I enjoyed yesterday. I cooked mac n cheese, fried some chicken before heading off to my older sister's house for dinner. I ate there with her, my nephew and his girlfriend. Watched the cowboys beat the jets before returning home where I literally passed out. Ok, your boy jay isn't supposed to be eating or drinking anything dairy, and while I made the mac n cheese I was eating the cheese then I had a nice size portion of mac n cheese on my plate once I got to my sisters. When I woke and could breathe again, I went to O's grandmother's house for dessert. He has a huge family so it always seems like a party when its just his siblings, but it is great. The little ones are adoreable, the middle kids are friendly and his brother that was there (the 3rd oldest, he just turned 18) is sexy. His mom and grandmom are cool as hell, I could just stay and chill with them. I stayed longer than I wanted, but I guess that happens when you are enjoying yourself. Now I'm at work, planning on doing next to nothing. Hell I may blog again. Have a great day and holla at your boy.

I don't get it

I'm sitting in my car right now, cold, angry and ready to cuss someone out. Why? I will try to keep this brief. I'm supposed to go out with my ex, my best friend and some of my ex's friends for his birthday. When I'm leaving work at 4:15pm, I am informed that we will be meeting up at my best friend's place between 8:30pm and 9pm. For whatever reason, my ex, his ex (now best friend) and my best friend were in the city shoping. I thought they would be late but no one had mentioned a change in time the 4 times I spoke to them after 5pm. Now I'm always on time. Rare is it that I'm not on time (I'm normally 5 to 15 minutes early) and if I'm going to be late (which normally for me means on time or 5 minutes late) I call way ahead of time. At 8pm I'm still in my underwear so I text my best friend to find out where they were at since he texted me at 7:29pm stating they were at jersey gardens mall. No response right away, but I chalk that up to him being in the shower. I throw my clothes on (I showered, lotioned at 7pm and was just relaxing), put some cologne on and head out. As I pull up to his place at 8:29pm I receive a text..."we meeting at 10pm." WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!! 1st didn't we realize at 8pm we wouldn't get anywhere close to the time that was set? 2, why wouldn't someone tell Jay of all people that we were going to be late before the assigned time? Now 3, its now 9:21pm and they still haven't gotten to my best friends place, which means 1 of 3 things, these bitches won't be ready by 10pm, they showered already while I have been waiting in this fucking car or 3 they aint going to wash their stinking asses before going out. I don't understand people...everyone knows the quickiest way to piss me off is to be late and have me wait. I'm not helping the issue because I turned the car off and have been sitting here since 8:29pm. Ok it is now 9:26pm and best friend just got here. Seeing that he has a bunch of bags I'm going to assume he is about to shower and change, definitely don't want to go out now. Ok I'm going to stop here before I get more upset because the motherfucker still hasn't started getting ready.

Good Guy

For years now I have claimed to be a good guy, the perfect mate, a good catch, however, I have been questioning my statues.

Attentive, compassionate and giving, I thought were the qualities of a good man, qualities that I associated with myself. These qualities plus the fact that most people didn't want to date me because I was "too nice," made me believe I was a good guy and that's why I kept finishing last. I was told more than once by some girls, "you are not someone a girl wants to date, but you are someone we would marry." WHAT!?!! Apparently, girls love assholes, liars and players. They loved the look, the false sense of protection the thugs provided, they love the glares from other women as they hold hands with the liar and player even though these women will have their man later. Sadly, this seems to be true with my gay brothers as well.

But am I a good guy? Am I the perfect gentleman women and men claim they want but rarely committ to? Probably not. When I'm not in a relationship, I exhibit a lot of whorish tendecies. I don't feel a moral conflict with being sucked off by more than one person in a week or day for that matter. One night stands become frequent, jump offs become my new best friends, stability and compassion become strangers to my world. This can't be the mark of a good man, maybe a good man gone wrong.

So why do I feel morally free? Because I'm honest. Even in my whorish state I refuse to lead people on. I give them the information needed to make their own informed choice. I play by my rules and let those people know how it is, if its just sex its just sex, if its more than its more. If I'm talking to more than one person, I let it be known.

I have come to the conclusion that I'm not a good man in the puriest form, but this doesn't mean I'm a bad guy. I'm an honest man. I give of myself honestly, I speak the truth and make good on my promises within my ability. I have come to accept my faults, unwilling to make excuses for them (we don't sleep around because we are men or have needs, we do it because we can, doesn't mean its right) and impress the positive. I may not meet the standards I have for a good man all the time, but being a good honest man to the one I'm with matters most.

I guess I can explain it simply, I play and let the dawg out but when I'm in a relationship, the angel wings appear and the good guy within takes over. But in both stages, the honest man is always there.

sex with the ex

This upcoming saturday, Derrick L. Briggs' bookclub meeting's topic will be "Sex with the Ex." How appropriate this topic will be for me, just a week too late.

This upcoming weekend I will be spending a lot of time with 'A' for his birthday. If he has it his way I, along with several other of his friends will be chilling friday and saturday. The exact plans are secrets (yes the motherfucker is actually waiting to tell us what we are doing and when. Fags and their secrets...just playing, sort of...lol) but I'm sure drinking will be involved (I'm not drinking, will post why later). I mention that because he tends to get very horny when he drinks (so do I when I drink vodka).

I'm sure the Jets have a better chance of beating the Patriots this year with all the starters on the field than us having sex this weekend, but what if? What if during the course of the night he gets drunk, we beginning dancing/grinding to the music in the tight club. Sweat dripping, hormones increasing and flirting leading away from laughters and toward harder erections. The night comes to an end, I'm driving since I'm the only sober one in the drive. Inneed of some contact, not nessarily sexual, I make sure everyone else is dropped off first even though he is staying with one of the passengers in his car. I drive with my hand placed on his thigh, gently rubbing and massaging it while he slept. We arrive at my house, I walk around to his side of the car, I wake him as I try to get him out of his rental car. He looks around and doesn't know where he is, still under the control of the Grey Goose and orange juice he had been putting away all night. "Why are we here?" now realizing where he is, having been here several times before.

"I had to get home some way. If you want I can drop you off at the hotel and bring the car to you when I get up." He gives me a look that tells me that plan doesn't make any sense. "Where is everyone else?"
"I dropped them off after we went to McDonalds." He looked confused, realizing he had no memory of any of this. "You were sleep. I got you 2 order of nuggets, a cheeseburger and 2 apple pies." He smiled, by this time we are at my front door about to go in. We make our way to my room, fighting through the playful advances of my 2 year old pitbull. We made it to my room and he clasped on the bed. I took his jeans and polos off and folded them neatly on a basket in my corner, just like I did when we were together. I placed his food on top of the stereo and got myself undressed, put on a pair of shorts and joined him in bed. As I held him, he begins to grind up against me. I try moving back trying to avoid the feel of his plump firm ass against my dick but I could not resist. I allow him to grind like he was listening to a sean paul song. I kiss his neck, he thrust back harder, I lick his ear and he turns around. We begin kissing and exploring each others body with our hands. We grab each other's ass forcing our body and kiss' to come closer. He pulls away, quickly removes his gap boxer briefs and forces my head down. When he is drunk and horny he gets so aggressive and it turns me on a little. He trusts his dick in my mouth fast and hard, I hate when he does this but try to go with the flow. He flips me over and begins licking inside and around my hole, he is ready to enter me, but I'm not.

I flip him on his stomach, kiss the right side of his neck, then the left side, then the middle. I kiss his back to the small of his back, then begin licking and kissing from side to side. I kiss and suck on his left butt cheek while palming the right side. I reverse before grabbing both cheeks and parting them to expose his throbbing hole. I lick from the crack of his two juicey cheeks down to the tip of his hole. I kiss and suck the inside of his cheeks, not willing to give in to the cries of his hole which was yearning for attention. I licked around his hole, teasing him while I made sure each inch of his ass was wet. I dip my tongue inside just to get a taste, his back arced up. I dip in, probing deeper this time. He pushed back on my face and began to grind. Dips turned into swirls and back to dips as he pushed back on me. I reached around him and slowly jerked him off (how many of my freaks know what this is called...here's a hint, its an instrument). I flipped him back on his back, and just looked at his pre cum glisten on the tip of his dick. I licked his tip, tasting his delicious precum. I slowly placed all of him back in my mouth, now I'm in control. I slowly glid up and down, allowing his dick to feel my soft lips and my tongue to tickle him. I slide down and place his balls in my mouth, sucking on them while I jerk his dick which is wet now with my salvia. He grabs me both arm and pulls me close to him. I thought we were going to kiss, but he whispers, "I want you inside of me." Shocked I replied, " are you sure?." Without another word, he gets on all fours and arches his back.

I got all the necessary accessories to make this as painless on him as possible. I lubed him up and slowly began entering his tight hole. He flinched, squirmed, but was hell bent on taking me. I got a little more than the head in and began moving in and out trying to loosen him up. Gradually getting more and more in him, exploring his inside with my dick as I had done an hour earlier with my tongue. I'm in and his body seems to be adjusted to the foriegn object inside of it. He grinds his hips and begins to gain control by throwing that tight ass back on me, now it was time for him to see a different side of me. Not having the best stamina, I had to make every stroke count, and that I did. I sped it out to break his rhythm and gaining control, I pulled out for a long stroke, slowly slid halfway out then exploring his inside again while gliding back in, only to slide almost out again for a long stroke. I grabbed his hips and pounded quickly in and out, using his hips for stability, support and stimulation. I came, we both clasped back ontop of the bed, he crawled up in my arms and we went to sleep. I held him close, preparing myself for the, "this has to stop. I was drunk, I hope this doesn't hurt our friendship," conversation we had everytime we had sex after the break up. We slept until...

listen to this shit

What's good my niggas? Yo, tell me what you think...its this fine chocolate nigga at my job. He is built left a defensive tackle (for you niggas that don't like football that means he is thick but not fat), dresses well, and did I mention I think the nigga is fine? When he was in training we had lunch at the sametime so I would sit across from his table. This nigga talked about having a girl once and I stopped listening to his convo. Now that he is out of training I rarely see this nigga but when I do he makes a point to speak. I mean nigga has stopped in his track and turned around and headed back toward me to speak. How should I get a picture of this nigga without him knowing I'm taking his picture and without using my phone (you know a nigga phone takes the worst picture)?





How did you feel while reading that entry? Were you outraged by my use of the "n" word or were you unbothered because I'm black? I listened to bounty hunter dawg's message/conversation with his son about their use of the "n" word and his son's black girlfriend. And I must admit, I was less offended by that than hearing it on the radio. He used it like so many of family members, associates and co-workers use the word, not saying its right, but what's good for the goose is good for the gander. I say no one should use the word but know that's not going to happen, so what's the solution...if we as a people are going to use it and not find a problem with it, shut the fuck up when others use it.