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Showing posts with label Features. Show all posts
Our time here was special but, it's time to grow!
Same girls, better content...
WWW.BOYSANDCLOTHES.COM
We'll be moving, upgrading and tweeking the new site all week but,
in the meantime come check out our new digs!
Love,
The Girls
<3
Dancehall is the ultimate best. The music, the vibe, the energy just everything about it is so infectious to me. But, there are some things I need to address. If you are dancing with a guy for more than one song wherein the dance leads to an episode of dry sex, please guys the least you can do is offer shorty a drink. While on my recent trip to Jamaica and even here in the US, I am so tired of noticing girls who are "daggered" and receive not even a drink for her services. Think about it, a reggae dance is like simulated sex and if a chick is pleasuring you with her posture and moves the least you can do is say "Are you thirsty?" I'm beginning to wonder if this behavior reflects a guys attitude towards women or even worse life. This is exactly why when I go out I rarely if even dance with a random guy. No time for the sweat or overexerted energy, I came here too fly.10 CARDINAL DANCEHALL RULES:
1. This a barter society, so a drink should be offered first before you request a dance.
2. Clean clothes should not be surrounded by or mixed with dirty clothes, they absorb odor.
3. Deodorant should be applied prior to entering the club.
4. A dance does not equal a phone number especially if #1 isnt adhered to.
5. If you come to the club with your "physical" jealous partner do not initiate a dance with a fly ass chick as a fight may ensue and your girl with get a beat down!
6. One dance does not equal "daggering". This should be a four song minimum interaction. (Songs are short so patience is a virtue)
7. Weed and bad breath do not mix, especially if they are within inches of someone.
8. One dance or a drink does not equal I talk to you the entire night.
9. If you approach a girl for a dance and she says no the first time, asking her three more times wont change the answer.
10. If you feel yourself about to experience an erection, you know it in advance. Its all about courtesy. You may ruin your chances at a one night stand if you are too rash.
Posted by Sofia
Why is it, that I’ve NEVER had an ex that hasn’t stuck around after the relationship has ended?
Maybe it’s my exceptional cooch game and enigmatic intellect. Maybe it’s my fried chicken or my Big Momma attitude encompassed in this exquisite size 4 frame. Whatever it is, letting go has always been so hard for them to do. I’ve had an ex call me almost every night a few months into (what was then) his new relationship. He’d literally obsess over how much he missed me and would even compare what he loved about me to his new girl. She was never secure in his post-relationship “relations” with me. I was openly and completely uninterested in him past our breakup yet, she just couldn’t sleep knowing that if I’d given his advances the green light; she’d be single again in a heartbeat. Not one for prolonging imaginary beef with boring bitches, I cut all ties to him. Until this day, a year after their relationship has ended she still expresses her disdain for me to him. I’ve never met her, spoken to her on the phone or any of the typical run-ins that these types of situations encourage but, somehow she manages to keep a tab on my life and advancements. “Oh she started a business, so you wanna be with her again?” or “Why you want a better job? So you can trick on her?” So here’s to you (and all you other chicks jocking my shit on account of an ex of mine since you’re reading too)…
YOU’RE MAKING UNCOMFORTABLE DOG :-/
(I know, I’m an asshole. I laughed at myself just now!)
Exes are exes for a reason. Chances are we’re not going to successfully work things out and live happily ever after. This ain’t a movie. In real life, when I leave a relationship, the overachiever in me forces me to find and build with someone better. It’s time to learn a different lesson, so why would I repeat the class? If he’s the shit to you, and I’ve outgrown him, then it shows exactly how different we are as women at this moment in our lives. And that’s real talk. What impressed me at 22 doesn’t (and shouldn’t) excite me anymore. His gear is in, he’s driving a fly car and he seems passionate. That works for you and that’s cool. Ok but, does he own a passport? Where’s the last place he’s travelled to? How old is he? Why isn’t he comfortable in his career yet? Where was all that passion a few years ago? Huh? Don't comprehend? Why does shit like this even matter to me? Because essentially, I want someone who will match my fly. So, these are the questions I’m asking. But, hey, one woman’s trash is another woman’s treasure.
Ultimately, if you did it I done it before, you get it I had it, got mad at it and don’t want it no more, please respect me. Your biggest mistake would be to dog me out. You learn a lot about a man by his last relationship and especially who he dates after it. Is his new girl passive or more aggressive than his last? Does she make more money or less? Does she come from a broken home or a secure one? Of course he’s going to play the victim but, remember there are always two sides to every story.
Maybe it’s my exceptional cooch game and enigmatic intellect. Maybe it’s my fried chicken or my Big Momma attitude encompassed in this exquisite size 4 frame. Whatever it is, letting go has always been so hard for them to do. I’ve had an ex call me almost every night a few months into (what was then) his new relationship. He’d literally obsess over how much he missed me and would even compare what he loved about me to his new girl. She was never secure in his post-relationship “relations” with me. I was openly and completely uninterested in him past our breakup yet, she just couldn’t sleep knowing that if I’d given his advances the green light; she’d be single again in a heartbeat. Not one for prolonging imaginary beef with boring bitches, I cut all ties to him. Until this day, a year after their relationship has ended she still expresses her disdain for me to him. I’ve never met her, spoken to her on the phone or any of the typical run-ins that these types of situations encourage but, somehow she manages to keep a tab on my life and advancements. “Oh she started a business, so you wanna be with her again?” or “Why you want a better job? So you can trick on her?” So here’s to you (and all you other chicks jocking my shit on account of an ex of mine since you’re reading too)…
YOU’RE MAKING UNCOMFORTABLE DOG :-/
(I know, I’m an asshole. I laughed at myself just now!)
Exes are exes for a reason. Chances are we’re not going to successfully work things out and live happily ever after. This ain’t a movie. In real life, when I leave a relationship, the overachiever in me forces me to find and build with someone better. It’s time to learn a different lesson, so why would I repeat the class? If he’s the shit to you, and I’ve outgrown him, then it shows exactly how different we are as women at this moment in our lives. And that’s real talk. What impressed me at 22 doesn’t (and shouldn’t) excite me anymore. His gear is in, he’s driving a fly car and he seems passionate. That works for you and that’s cool. Ok but, does he own a passport? Where’s the last place he’s travelled to? How old is he? Why isn’t he comfortable in his career yet? Where was all that passion a few years ago? Huh? Don't comprehend? Why does shit like this even matter to me? Because essentially, I want someone who will match my fly. So, these are the questions I’m asking. But, hey, one woman’s trash is another woman’s treasure.
Ultimately, if you did it I done it before, you get it I had it, got mad at it and don’t want it no more, please respect me. Your biggest mistake would be to dog me out. You learn a lot about a man by his last relationship and especially who he dates after it. Is his new girl passive or more aggressive than his last? Does she make more money or less? Does she come from a broken home or a secure one? Of course he’s going to play the victim but, remember there are always two sides to every story.
Posted by Teneille
A little late for Father's Day but, just as sentimental...
If you know me well enough or have been following BOYS+CLOTHES since the beginning, then you know that I have been rumored to be a said..."Daddy's Girl". But, in my defense I digress. There is nothing cookie-cutter-cutesy about the relationship between my Dad and I. Yes, we've had our share of earth shattering fallouts and disagreements (mainly because our personalities are eeriely identical) but, my Dad is one of my BEST friends in the entire world. Now, is it about him filling me with ego boosting praises or showering me with lavish gifts and trips? Absolutely not. I love my Dad because of our honesty and respect for one another. I can dish to my Dad the gritty details I would about everything from my finances to my love life with just as much ease as I would with Cece or Shaina. "Dad, do you think he might be struggling with his sexuality?" I asked him once about a guy I was dating. "No, I think he didn't have a father figure so he doesn't know how to stand up and be a muthafucking man! Tell that muthafucker be a man and stand up for something!" was his response. No bullshit. Despite his potty mouth and brutish nature, my Dad has managed to build an admirable reputation and fortune for himself given his many obstacles. During one of his recent trips to the East Coast, he acted as my date to a large dinner party thrown by a friend of mine. Towards the end of the night as we were all reaching into our purses to begin tallying up the bill, Daddy had already paid for it. The entire bill.
I'm proud to say I want to marry a man like my Dad and for a few more reasons than him having the check. Here's why...
My Dad is a 'G'. Despite the fact that he might be wearing a suit or crisp new button up, he will scrap and might even bust a cap in anyone's ass if you disrespect his manhood or his family. You don't even have to bring it out of him. It's like he walks around wearing an invisible "Don't Try To Play Me" button on his lapel.
My Dad is a GENIUS in business. From the streets to the corporate world, my Dad can and will flip his cash. When he "hits a lick" as he says, you'd better believe his money is going to be invested and spent wisely. He's never afraid of change. If it sounds like money, he'll pack up and open a business in Kalamazoo. And he's always around to give advice to a fellow entrepreneur needing that extra support.
My Dad cherishes his family. I have seen my Dad down in the dumps at times over the last 25 years but, one thing that has always kept him going was his love for his family. No matter how much my Dad has or hasn't had, I've always felt happy in his presence just the same. Whether he's dropping $500 on a day at the circus or $50, the sentimental worth he's instilled in our family bonds, is priceless.
My Dad is my friend. My Dad has shown me that friendship is the foundation of a loving and evolving relationship. My Dad has shown me to never be afraid to love someone vulnerably, accepting their flaws and bearing your own. He has taught me that when you communicate with someone as a friend above all, your relationship will be able to withstand any and everything.
What does this ultimately say about the man I love and hope to marry one day?
He's definitely not soft. He'll fight for himself, his family and what he believes in and won't be afraid to get physical if he has too. He's an intelligent risk taker who seeks security but, understands the importance of diversity in his resources and assets. He's a family man and he isn't afraid to love and be loved, fully, flaws and all.
It seems subconsciously we all seem to gravitate towards men whom show some sort of similarities to our fathers. Interestingly enough, I remember having a fall out with my Dad a few years back and indeed the types of guys that I entered into relationships with during that time were so off base than the types of guys I'd date now given our (my Dad and I) relationship is stronger. Maybe I'm cleaning it up because he wouldn't dare allow me to settle for a man less than him.
So, I LOVE YOU DAD! And, I'll never apologize to any man for being the woman you're proud to have raised!
Posted by Teneille
"I was digging in her so good that the only thing she could do was dig her nails into my back so deep she broke the skin. I felt the blood start collecting on my back. So I put my hands around her neck and said, “Don’t f*cking scratch me!". Then I kissed her, pinned her arms down to the bed with my hands, and drilled her with the manxilla, as she blurted out cuss words, and cries to the dear Lord himself. There are a few things during sex, that have a much deeper meaning than we know. I’ve been reading up on sexual acts and I discovered that there are unconscious things we do during sex, that have a meaning that we may not know." - From Hottest In The HoodOK! So, this morning while over at Hottest In The Hood, I came across this opening paragraph and my eyes shot wide open. And not in some twisted tittilating erotic sense, more like in a "THIS NIG'S CRAZY!" sense. See, I know I'm only one woman but, having had discussed this issue with more than one of my hypersexed girlfriends on several occasions, I can stand by my response to this story. And it has nothing to do with my stature because I have friends of varied shapes and sizes and even they don't know how I've lasted with the kinds of experiences I've had.
We women are okay with rough sex on some occasions but, when our partner gets that "eye-of -the-tiger" possessed glow like the aforementioned storyteller seems to get during sex, it can slip into the not so satisfying zone. Now y'all know I'm a fucking lady but, I have to share this snippet of one of my own tales as proof from personal experience. About two years ago my then on and off ex-boyfriend bought a beautiful new dining table set for his apartment. We'd had our weekly fight right before he bought it and in an attempt to kill two birds with one stone, I assume he figured he'd cook a "make-up dinner" and "christen" his new table at the same time. My food hadn't even digested and before I knew it I was being thrown onto the table and mauled to death on the innocent new glass. Somehow we ended up in the bedroom. I remember the windows being slightly cracked opened and hearing folks outside in front of the building. I began screaming so loudly just hoping he would stop (or someone would get help) but, like a scene from a horror movie, I realized that my weakened state caused no sound to come from my mouth. I can only imagine how wretched my face looked during those few moments of forever. As the voices slowly started to fade, I knew it would be my last chance to get help. I looked at him through blurry eyes and he'd started to get that possessed "I'm gonna pound you until you die!" stare in his eyes. With all my might I mustered up the unsexiest blood curdling scream. In that instant he snapped out of his haze, chuckled a little bit and kissed me on the face.
There was a clear miscommunication somewhere in those faces and groans. I remember scratching him to deter him from going any harder but, instead it translated to him as a trigger to "go harder". Listen, I'm not a fucking porn star alright. I want to have walls by the time I get married. So boys, maybe those scratches on your back are marks of pride but, we walk away with a doctor bill and six pills for "honeymoon cystitis". I agree that women unconsciously think to leave a mark on their partner when the sex is unforgettable. I've been caught up so deep, I think I bit a dude that means alot to me on his face. I can't quite remember though because I was so in the zone. I remember him stopping me though and realizing for a split second that biting someone's face was extremely irrational. Then I think I bit his shoulder :-/. Certain signs are an indicator of sheer ecstasy while others are a sign of sheer terror. But, these signs stem from more than just pounding orgasmic sex, it's about a deeper connection. So boys, chill out on the rough sex shit all the time. Your girl might just be trying to tell you "that ain't it".
Posted by Teneille
There has been alot of controversy over Disney's new movie which hasn't been released yet entitled "The Princess and the Frog". When creating a black character in a cartoon I guess you have to be extra careful as not to offend anyone (Al Sharpton or Oprah). To evade any backlash and prevent being called racist, or racially insensitive, Disney changed Princess Tiana's name from Maddy, which many thought was a "slave name". Disney even got Oprah on-board to contribute her voice as Princess Tiana's mother in the movie. However, Disney forgot something; Tiana's prince charming did not have the same features as her, or any other black person in America for that matter. Some people point out his light skinned skin tone, which could mean that maybe he's a light skinned brother, however features tell alot about a persons ethnic background. Many people believe that Disney's lack of creating a Black Prince may be sending the wrong message to little African American girls all over the world who are anxiously anticipating Disney's first black princess. What messages could that be?I didn't think that African American girls would be affected by the fact that Disney has never created a BLACK PRINCE, as much as Young African American males would be affected. I don't think that Disney is in any manner being racist, however I don't like that when they were given the PERFECT opportunity to create an African American Prince, they failed to do so.
I applaud Disney for offering a black princess, but this is NOT the first time that they have given us an African American depicted as a Princess. Brandy played Cinderella in "The Wonderful World Of Disney: Rogers and Hammerstein Presents: Cinderella" and just like in "The princess and the Frog", they failed to incorporate a BLACK PRINCE.
As a female and mentor to youth in my neighborhood who lovessss and adores young black males (No R-Kelly), I believe that they actually have it just as hard, if not harder than females. My first thoughts had nothing to do with African American girls, instead i wondered would little African American Disney loving boys (YES boys watch Disney too) feel inadequate, thinking "Am I not good enough to be made into a Disney Prince?".
Posted By Shenda
Last Sunday after catching the last 30 minutes of the first game of the finals, I decided to see if I could stick it out this Sunday with a timeline of everything that popped into my mind as I try to get engaged...here's how that went.
8:59PM Definitely got caught up watching Belly and getting inspired to make classic hood movies. Ok now to the game!
9:00PM I'm already over this shit. Damn. Oh, hey Kobe! How old is Kobe? His hairline is wild receding! Didn't Brandy go with him to her High School prom? Adorable. Ok, let's see how long I can last.
9:03PM Whoa! This Dwight guy looks like one of Cece's Grenadian relatives/a Grenadian ex or potential boyfriend of hers. He's gotta be West Indian.
9:05PM Lewis!
9:06PM Gasol!
9:06PM Lewis!
9:07PM Gasol! These guys are petty. Lewis looks like if he didn't play ball and he rapped instead he could've been a member of State Property. He looks wild Philly in the face.
9:09PM Halftime! Lucky me! Back to Belly!
9:10PM Wowww! This Lebron muppet's nose is dead ass wrong!
9:36PM This game is just not as exciting as it seemed last week, yawn! Man oh man, this Dwight guy's shoulders remind me of Ciara's in the Goodies video.
9:37PM Why is everyone so mad at Kobe? He's a great player and actually seems quite friendly :-/. Are people still mad at him about that rough anal scandal from a few years ago? C'mon guys, it's always rough going through the back door!
9:38PM Hey! That was Patrick Ewing! Is he a coach now too? I remember back in the day thinking Shabba Ranks and Patrick Ewing were related. Ha!
9:40PM Haha! Kobe just dunked on them. What game was that, NBA Jam maybe, where everytime you dunked the ball, the announcer went "BOOMSHAKALAKA!"?
9:42PM Nothing about Volcanic Mexican Food sounds like a smart move, smh. The Volcano Taco? Sounds like an explosion waiting to happen.
9:47PM Are these Nancie's wearing jockstraps? I'm getting no action, seeing nothing swinging, what the eff? Where are the men at?
9:51PM Gonna watch New Jack City in between commercials. Kind of sleepy but, it's my turn to be dessert tonight so I have to stay up until the honey finishes watching the game ;)
9:56PM Oh snap! Orlando is leading? Popping New Jack City in...now!
10:01PM That's hot! Turk-o-glu turned his towel into a Grace Jonesque hoodie thing-a-ma-jiggy.
10:04PM Uh oh, Kobe looks mad...gulp :-/
10:12PM Nino Brown was a cold mutha (shut yo mouf)!
10:13PM Does Kobe ever miss shots? He's like butta baby!
10:14PM If Lewis's beard gets any longer he's going to look like King Tut! Geesh!
10:16PM So Wesley Snipes ain't been paying taxes since New Jack City money? Wesley Snipes is a bad mutha (shut yo mouf)!
10:21PM Whoa whoa whoa! I missed something! Why is Jack Nicholson on the floor? I love when men get crazy over sports, something about the testosterone! You should come to my Mama's Momma's house on Superbowl Sunday! Blame my environment why I'll never end up with a sissy.
10:25PM Ouch! This Pietrus guy isn't looking to cute tonight :(
10:26PM Yoooooo b! This mask shit will forever bug me out! It's like bringing horror to the game! I want some mac and cheese. I wonder what Shaina is doing :-/. Hussy ain't call me this evening.
10:31PM Oh no, what happened to Kobe's ass? He's laying face down holding his bum. Where's Shaq with the remix? Kobe tell me how the court tastes!
10:32PM Tie?! Please no overtime! A woman has needs dammit!
10:37PM For real for serious, Fisher looks like someone related to me. Tied at 9 seconds?! FML! Who's this guy with the old school cornrows?
10:39PM Really guys? So we gone act crazy now and get the officials and shit all involved? I just cant get a break huh?
10:43PM Haha at that replay. Kobe and Dwight ended up slapping fives thanks to Turk-o-glu!
10:44PM Effing OVERTIME?! I'm outta here!
10:59PM Somebody's got to lose! Let's just bang out these last...28.2 seconds boys and we'll finish this during Game 3, okay? Please :(
11:05PM Yo, Orlando was not going down without a fight. Glad its over!
Posted by Teneille
8:59PM Definitely got caught up watching Belly and getting inspired to make classic hood movies. Ok now to the game!
9:00PM I'm already over this shit. Damn. Oh, hey Kobe! How old is Kobe? His hairline is wild receding! Didn't Brandy go with him to her High School prom? Adorable. Ok, let's see how long I can last.
9:03PM Whoa! This Dwight guy looks like one of Cece's Grenadian relatives/a Grenadian ex or potential boyfriend of hers. He's gotta be West Indian.
9:05PM Lewis!
9:06PM Gasol!
9:06PM Lewis!
9:07PM Gasol! These guys are petty. Lewis looks like if he didn't play ball and he rapped instead he could've been a member of State Property. He looks wild Philly in the face.
9:09PM Halftime! Lucky me! Back to Belly!
9:10PM Wowww! This Lebron muppet's nose is dead ass wrong!
9:36PM This game is just not as exciting as it seemed last week, yawn! Man oh man, this Dwight guy's shoulders remind me of Ciara's in the Goodies video.
9:37PM Why is everyone so mad at Kobe? He's a great player and actually seems quite friendly :-/. Are people still mad at him about that rough anal scandal from a few years ago? C'mon guys, it's always rough going through the back door!
9:38PM Hey! That was Patrick Ewing! Is he a coach now too? I remember back in the day thinking Shabba Ranks and Patrick Ewing were related. Ha!
9:40PM Haha! Kobe just dunked on them. What game was that, NBA Jam maybe, where everytime you dunked the ball, the announcer went "BOOMSHAKALAKA!"?
9:42PM Nothing about Volcanic Mexican Food sounds like a smart move, smh. The Volcano Taco? Sounds like an explosion waiting to happen.
9:47PM Are these Nancie's wearing jockstraps? I'm getting no action, seeing nothing swinging, what the eff? Where are the men at?
9:51PM Gonna watch New Jack City in between commercials. Kind of sleepy but, it's my turn to be dessert tonight so I have to stay up until the honey finishes watching the game ;)
9:56PM Oh snap! Orlando is leading? Popping New Jack City in...now!
10:01PM That's hot! Turk-o-glu turned his towel into a Grace Jonesque hoodie thing-a-ma-jiggy.
10:04PM Uh oh, Kobe looks mad...gulp :-/
10:12PM Nino Brown was a cold mutha (shut yo mouf)!
10:13PM Does Kobe ever miss shots? He's like butta baby!
10:14PM If Lewis's beard gets any longer he's going to look like King Tut! Geesh!
10:16PM So Wesley Snipes ain't been paying taxes since New Jack City money? Wesley Snipes is a bad mutha (shut yo mouf)!
10:21PM Whoa whoa whoa! I missed something! Why is Jack Nicholson on the floor? I love when men get crazy over sports, something about the testosterone! You should come to my Mama's Momma's house on Superbowl Sunday! Blame my environment why I'll never end up with a sissy.
10:25PM Ouch! This Pietrus guy isn't looking to cute tonight :(
10:26PM Yoooooo b! This mask shit will forever bug me out! It's like bringing horror to the game! I want some mac and cheese. I wonder what Shaina is doing :-/. Hussy ain't call me this evening.
10:31PM Oh no, what happened to Kobe's ass? He's laying face down holding his bum. Where's Shaq with the remix? Kobe tell me how the court tastes!
10:32PM Tie?! Please no overtime! A woman has needs dammit!
10:37PM For real for serious, Fisher looks like someone related to me. Tied at 9 seconds?! FML! Who's this guy with the old school cornrows?
10:39PM Really guys? So we gone act crazy now and get the officials and shit all involved? I just cant get a break huh?
10:43PM Haha at that replay. Kobe and Dwight ended up slapping fives thanks to Turk-o-glu!
10:44PM Effing OVERTIME?! I'm outta here!
10:59PM Somebody's got to lose! Let's just bang out these last...28.2 seconds boys and we'll finish this during Game 3, okay? Please :(
11:05PM Yo, Orlando was not going down without a fight. Glad its over!
Posted by Teneille
Everyday my life changes. Some days it changes a little more than others but, nonetheless, the lesson learned is always well defined.
I've executive produced a lot of relationships these past few years. If I do what I do like I'm doing it for TV, then my love life would be comparable to Flavor of Love. I'd be Flava Flav, choosing the more King Cover worthy contestant just to leave the viewers with a few spinoff shows (i.e. relationships) starring the comically disgruntled runner ups. Ironically, the same reasons most guys are attracted to me usually ends up the same reasons they hate me. They say they love my "drive" and "independence" but, they never realize that they lose my respect when they become dependent on my drive and independence to fester their infatuation. Fall in love with you, then fall in love with me. Dependency is a weak emotion that doesn't translate to masculinity in my eyes. Dating me is like running into a brick wall when you're designed to only deal with females with domestic problems and looking to fill male voids. Blame my Dad. He set the standard.
Like Cece says, I'm a fucking G. I handle my business around oblong tables during the day but, I have my eyes and ears still on the streets. But, if I shoot "the haters" I'm brainless so, like an adult, I ignore D'evils. Hi, my name is Teneille and I have a team of over fifteen adults, a lawyer and an accountant believing in my every move for their own futures. That's more pressure than alot of people my age will ever understand right now. I know who's for me, I know who's secretly against me, I know who's "using" me, I see the snakes in the grass blowing hisses disguised as kisses in my direction after every one of my little successes. Look at what I'm building, when did I slow up to get stupid? Hi, my name is Teneille and I got 99 problems and a bitch or a bitch nigga ain't one of them. I've got a couple families to feed besides my own now. Respect that.
But, overall, life is great. I'm having a block party for my birthday this year. Bringing out clowns for the neighborhood kids and all that. Because despite the bullshit a small few wish on me, I get more love than a little bit from those that really matter. Ask Shaina, hit Rockaway Ave with me and you'll hear the trumpets blaring like Roc Boys just started playing. Got me feeling like Mike Jordan fresh out of Charlotte and heavier than Moses parting the Red Sea. I haven't even done half of what I was destined to do in life and I've already made my hood proud. I hit the block and get swarmed by the teenagers who just want a hug and the drug dealers following up with that reassuring smile and head nod of pride. Shit! I haven't even made it yet. But, somehow, just living my life with no regrets and making the moves that'll secure my own mental clarity has inspired a few others. I've never given breath to "the haters". I've never addressed them or ever acknowledged them here on anywhere else for that matter. But, today I want them to read this post. I want them to blog about it, tweet subliminals, conspire amongst each other and scoff at what appears to be arrogance on my part. But be forewarned, the inspiration I've fed others will forever keep me alive, unstoppable.
Posted by Teneille
I've executive produced a lot of relationships these past few years. If I do what I do like I'm doing it for TV, then my love life would be comparable to Flavor of Love. I'd be Flava Flav, choosing the more King Cover worthy contestant just to leave the viewers with a few spinoff shows (i.e. relationships) starring the comically disgruntled runner ups. Ironically, the same reasons most guys are attracted to me usually ends up the same reasons they hate me. They say they love my "drive" and "independence" but, they never realize that they lose my respect when they become dependent on my drive and independence to fester their infatuation. Fall in love with you, then fall in love with me. Dependency is a weak emotion that doesn't translate to masculinity in my eyes. Dating me is like running into a brick wall when you're designed to only deal with females with domestic problems and looking to fill male voids. Blame my Dad. He set the standard.
Like Cece says, I'm a fucking G. I handle my business around oblong tables during the day but, I have my eyes and ears still on the streets. But, if I shoot "the haters" I'm brainless so, like an adult, I ignore D'evils. Hi, my name is Teneille and I have a team of over fifteen adults, a lawyer and an accountant believing in my every move for their own futures. That's more pressure than alot of people my age will ever understand right now. I know who's for me, I know who's secretly against me, I know who's "using" me, I see the snakes in the grass blowing hisses disguised as kisses in my direction after every one of my little successes. Look at what I'm building, when did I slow up to get stupid? Hi, my name is Teneille and I got 99 problems and a bitch or a bitch nigga ain't one of them. I've got a couple families to feed besides my own now. Respect that.
But, overall, life is great. I'm having a block party for my birthday this year. Bringing out clowns for the neighborhood kids and all that. Because despite the bullshit a small few wish on me, I get more love than a little bit from those that really matter. Ask Shaina, hit Rockaway Ave with me and you'll hear the trumpets blaring like Roc Boys just started playing. Got me feeling like Mike Jordan fresh out of Charlotte and heavier than Moses parting the Red Sea. I haven't even done half of what I was destined to do in life and I've already made my hood proud. I hit the block and get swarmed by the teenagers who just want a hug and the drug dealers following up with that reassuring smile and head nod of pride. Shit! I haven't even made it yet. But, somehow, just living my life with no regrets and making the moves that'll secure my own mental clarity has inspired a few others. I've never given breath to "the haters". I've never addressed them or ever acknowledged them here on anywhere else for that matter. But, today I want them to read this post. I want them to blog about it, tweet subliminals, conspire amongst each other and scoff at what appears to be arrogance on my part. But be forewarned, the inspiration I've fed others will forever keep me alive, unstoppable.
Posted by Teneille
An old girlfriend of mine and I caught up on past times, past loves and everything up until now the other week. She couldn't understand why I'd been feeling so "less than lucky" in the love department lately given I'd seemed to have my fair share of "winner woo-ers". I'd tried repeatedly to break down to her the science behind my sadness. "When I figure out how to explain it...I'll write it down!" I promised.
I love men...like I love shoes.
There's so many to choose from. The colors, fits, designs...they're all so alluring, exciting. But, I've learned most of them don't last longer than a season the "trendier" you go.
This one "pair". He's the pair that somehow makes you feel like a queen, even though he's been worn by so many before you. They never knew how to rock him just right you convince yourself. So you're sure not to overstyle when you're wearing 'em and just the confidence alone this pair gives you is euphoric. No matching bag, no fancy dress, just you and the shoes. And when you start to feel down and your head begins to drop, you look down, to see him. He's looking right back at you and just like that, you're inspired again. But, now the day is getting long and you're growing tired. How much longer can you go on proud and smiling until it starts to show that your feet are beginning to hurt? Will you ever really "break them in"? Like those who wore 'em before you, are you also going to end up just having to take them off? Of course you'll miss 'em but, maybe there's some other girl whose feet will be able to withstand the frustration just a little bit longer.
What about that other pair? Your "old faithful's"? Man, you get the most compliments in those, even at family functions. Never thought you'd have anything in common with your nagging aunt's but, they love you in those shoes. Sad thing is, you wore them so much that they're not in the best condition. You loved 'em when you got 'em but, now there's no telling when the heel will break or the zipper will spoil when you're least expecting it. The shoe repair can't do anything about 'em, so its not like you didn't try to fix things. And you hate to admit it but, they don't really fit into your wardrobe that well anymore. Fucked up but, its time to get rid of 'em.
And of course, there's the pair of "faithful flats". They've been around so long you've turned them into house slippers. You can get away with dressing them up if you want but, they're so safe and unexpected for a girl like you. When you bought em they were adorable, I mean, I guess you could try wearing them a little more often. All these heels are said to be bad for your overall health and posture as a woman. Maybe, its time to switch your style up? Try something a little more conservative this time around?
Walk a day in my shoes. What would you do?
Posted By Teneille
I love men...like I love shoes.
There's so many to choose from. The colors, fits, designs...they're all so alluring, exciting. But, I've learned most of them don't last longer than a season the "trendier" you go.
This one "pair". He's the pair that somehow makes you feel like a queen, even though he's been worn by so many before you. They never knew how to rock him just right you convince yourself. So you're sure not to overstyle when you're wearing 'em and just the confidence alone this pair gives you is euphoric. No matching bag, no fancy dress, just you and the shoes. And when you start to feel down and your head begins to drop, you look down, to see him. He's looking right back at you and just like that, you're inspired again. But, now the day is getting long and you're growing tired. How much longer can you go on proud and smiling until it starts to show that your feet are beginning to hurt? Will you ever really "break them in"? Like those who wore 'em before you, are you also going to end up just having to take them off? Of course you'll miss 'em but, maybe there's some other girl whose feet will be able to withstand the frustration just a little bit longer.
What about that other pair? Your "old faithful's"? Man, you get the most compliments in those, even at family functions. Never thought you'd have anything in common with your nagging aunt's but, they love you in those shoes. Sad thing is, you wore them so much that they're not in the best condition. You loved 'em when you got 'em but, now there's no telling when the heel will break or the zipper will spoil when you're least expecting it. The shoe repair can't do anything about 'em, so its not like you didn't try to fix things. And you hate to admit it but, they don't really fit into your wardrobe that well anymore. Fucked up but, its time to get rid of 'em.
And of course, there's the pair of "faithful flats". They've been around so long you've turned them into house slippers. You can get away with dressing them up if you want but, they're so safe and unexpected for a girl like you. When you bought em they were adorable, I mean, I guess you could try wearing them a little more often. All these heels are said to be bad for your overall health and posture as a woman. Maybe, its time to switch your style up? Try something a little more conservative this time around?
Walk a day in my shoes. What would you do?
Posted By Teneille
Location: Rabbithole Studio, DUMBO, Brooklyn NYC on set with my girl Kristen B of Glitter Girls Entertainment
Sassy persona mixed with high fashion and raunchy lyrics. Just some of the many ways to describe this artist. Please do not expect her to come out and sing the Star Spangled Banner, she's an emcee with a whole lot of energy who spits better than most dudes I know.
Give this lady her props, the legacy will continue!
Shout out to KAOUN MULTIMEDIA for shooting the video!
Peep the flicks...
Sassy persona mixed with high fashion and raunchy lyrics. Just some of the many ways to describe this artist. Please do not expect her to come out and sing the Star Spangled Banner, she's an emcee with a whole lot of energy who spits better than most dudes I know.
Give this lady her props, the legacy will continue!
Shout out to KAOUN MULTIMEDIA for shooting the video!
Peep the flicks...
And look out for Kristen's new Mixtape:
SUPAGLAMOURFABOLISTIC
You suckas better catch up!
http://www.myspace.com/glittergirlsententertainment
4. So you're totally amped about this job you have been cultivating for. You went to the first interview and the rapport between yourself and the HR manager was really positive. You're invited back for the second interview and guess who is also there, the mother of that guys whose heart you stepped all over...shit.
3. There is this sample sale you have been waiting for. I mean you have really been waiting for it. You even went as far as to save for it. Mind you in the back of your head you keep reminding yourself it's Thursday and you plan out everything your going to buy. You wake up early Thursday morning, put on your "roughing it" shoes and head to the location. You get there and wonder why you see no crowd. Only to be told by the security it was last Thursday..fuck!
2. Always too much to do. You've been real busy but there is this super important event you must attend. You make an appointment with your hair stylist on the day of the event. You head to the salon early and wait for your time only to see your stylist fixing the person's hair before yours and she acccidently cuts her finger. But this is no regular cut. Blood is gushing everywhere. She ends up having to go to the hospital because the bleeding wouldnt stop. You end up using her protege and WTF you hair is ruined. The perm and the coloring was on too long you end up having to pull a Amber.
1. You met this guy and you've been speaking to him for a few weeks. He is appearing to be something to get to know more and you guys randomly decide to grab something to eat. Its the first time you guys go out anywhere together. You order something light and so does he. You guys are smiling and the lunch date is going pretty well. The bill comes and guess what homeboy doesnt have enough to pay the bill. He barely has enough to cover most of what he ordered. You end up having to fit the remainder of the bill. He says he left his wallet and didn't...who gives a fuck..he just ruined your day.
Posted by Sofia
A couple of months ago, I met a really beautiful guy (I'm a sucker for a Brooklyn bred red bone in a navy Yankee fitted :-/). I was slightly (okay very) wasted and leaving a really wild party with my two best friends and this annoyingly conservative journalist who had been trying to date me for the past year with no luck. The alcohol had me feeling a tad bit ignorant and I loudly apologized to the guy who'd been trying to take me out while I exchanged numbers with the "really beautiful guy". Funnily, I knew I'd have nothing in common with him and had no plans to call him but, I was drunk, technically single and living in the moment.
By the next morning, I'd forgotten the gritty details of what had transpired the night before. I'd remembered repeatedly praising someone for being beautiful and then Cece's voice softly directing me into my dark apartment "Tee, don't throw up okay." or something to that effect she whispered. Sobered up and dishing on the events of the night before, I'd felt the most embarrassed I have in a long time. I knew I must've acted like an asshole...times ten. My mother always told me my mouth would get me in trouble. What the hell did I say to this guy? All I could do was hope he'd never call because I definitely wasnt calling him.
He called first.
We'd seen each other three times since then. Twice at parties and once more on a date. We have absolutely no connection. It's so obvious it hurts. Forgiveably, with my priorities so concrete these days, our communication has been reduced to texts and occasional phone calling. After about five months in and no definitive reason to slow fade him, I'd asked the most important question in any pergatory stage courtship...
"What are you looking for?"
I knew I didn't want anything from him but, maybe this question would force a side of him that I hadn't noticed before.
"Honestly? Great convo and even better sex...too much right? Lol" he texts back.
"So you want a fuck buddy?! I can be a great conversationalist but honestly for me, I'm not into sex like that. Guess that's why we never got together for real. I don't want my cooch all wore out, I'm all about preservation of the puss" I retort.
"I didn't say abuse, more like 4, 5 times a week...but with you I'd be lucky if it was even 3 times a year lol" he replies.
My eyes bulged out of my head! Four or five times a week? This nig's crazy (as Keisha would say)! Those are boyfriend privilege's. I'm not wearing my shit out for some regular ass dude that just wants a free ride, literally. I guess that's why jumpoff's are always in business. I can't imagine myself having sex with someone who I am not in a relationship that much. Four or five times a WEEK?! That's like a full time job i.e. a relationship! Am I being a prude?
How much sex is too much with one person who you're not in a relationship with?
Posted by Teneille
By the next morning, I'd forgotten the gritty details of what had transpired the night before. I'd remembered repeatedly praising someone for being beautiful and then Cece's voice softly directing me into my dark apartment "Tee, don't throw up okay." or something to that effect she whispered. Sobered up and dishing on the events of the night before, I'd felt the most embarrassed I have in a long time. I knew I must've acted like an asshole...times ten. My mother always told me my mouth would get me in trouble. What the hell did I say to this guy? All I could do was hope he'd never call because I definitely wasnt calling him.
He called first.
We'd seen each other three times since then. Twice at parties and once more on a date. We have absolutely no connection. It's so obvious it hurts. Forgiveably, with my priorities so concrete these days, our communication has been reduced to texts and occasional phone calling. After about five months in and no definitive reason to slow fade him, I'd asked the most important question in any pergatory stage courtship...
"What are you looking for?"
I knew I didn't want anything from him but, maybe this question would force a side of him that I hadn't noticed before.
"Honestly? Great convo and even better sex...too much right? Lol" he texts back.
"So you want a fuck buddy?! I can be a great conversationalist but honestly for me, I'm not into sex like that. Guess that's why we never got together for real. I don't want my cooch all wore out, I'm all about preservation of the puss" I retort.
"I didn't say abuse, more like 4, 5 times a week...but with you I'd be lucky if it was even 3 times a year lol" he replies.
My eyes bulged out of my head! Four or five times a week? This nig's crazy (as Keisha would say)! Those are boyfriend privilege's. I'm not wearing my shit out for some regular ass dude that just wants a free ride, literally. I guess that's why jumpoff's are always in business. I can't imagine myself having sex with someone who I am not in a relationship that much. Four or five times a WEEK?! That's like a full time job i.e. a relationship! Am I being a prude?
How much sex is too much with one person who you're not in a relationship with?
Posted by Teneille
This is how interested women really are at a basketball game
The jig is up, there's no such thing as the perfect girl or guy.
But, I'm seeing more and more of us chicks still reaching to achieve this imaginary and imbalanced state. This is a form of extremism.
I sometimes enjoy a great basketball or football game and I love baseball (little known fact, I was a softball pitcher in high school hence the toned arms and I'm an experienced heckler...ask Sweetney), I can go word for word on damn near every Biggie or Jay song (an environmental thing given I'm from BK...the home of Biggie and Jay) and I can bust down a mean steak. But, I'm not about to sit through the entire playoffs, compare rap metaphors or drink Coronas and eat fucking hog maws with any guy to be this imaginary "all around bad chick that look good, dress fly and can hang like one of the boys".
That's FUGAZI!
Do you see my hair and these shoes? I'm not about to be jumping around getting all crazy and sweaty over a damn game. And my shirt is tight so I have to be easy on how much I eat or else my stomach will expand exponentially (ie. booty-do). And I don't wanna talk about songs about drugs and guns! I would've gotten with a hood dude if that's what I was interested in. How about you tell me I'm loving and I'll tell you how secure you make me feel. Let's try making each other feel like a man and a woman. I told y'all I'm a fucking lady. :)
Getting older and considering what relationships are worth ending, keeping or entertaining, it's become imperative to instead weigh just what "he's done for me lately". A lot of times we try to "be something" for someone who wouldn't even budge an elbow on a shared armrest for us. Will he sit through a Sex + The City or Real Housewives of New York marathon with me when I'm on my period? Will he be strong enough to last an evening with my friends who'd be side-eyeing him the whole time because they don't think anyone is good enough for me (lol)? Will he be okay with eating some good ol' tofu Soul Chicken from Red Bamboo on the nights I get crazy about black people and our cholesterol statistics?
There's a time and a place for everything but, even Prince Hakim of Zamunda didn't want to settle for a beautiful girl who was everything she THOUGHT he wanted her to be. Being a walking billboard for "perfection" will get you a lot of potential "customers" (ie. admirers) but, its never about quantity, its about quality.
I sometimes enjoy a great basketball or football game and I love baseball (little known fact, I was a softball pitcher in high school hence the toned arms and I'm an experienced heckler...ask Sweetney), I can go word for word on damn near every Biggie or Jay song (an environmental thing given I'm from BK...the home of Biggie and Jay) and I can bust down a mean steak. But, I'm not about to sit through the entire playoffs, compare rap metaphors or drink Coronas and eat fucking hog maws with any guy to be this imaginary "all around bad chick that look good, dress fly and can hang like one of the boys".
That's FUGAZI!
Do you see my hair and these shoes? I'm not about to be jumping around getting all crazy and sweaty over a damn game. And my shirt is tight so I have to be easy on how much I eat or else my stomach will expand exponentially (ie. booty-do). And I don't wanna talk about songs about drugs and guns! I would've gotten with a hood dude if that's what I was interested in. How about you tell me I'm loving and I'll tell you how secure you make me feel. Let's try making each other feel like a man and a woman. I told y'all I'm a fucking lady. :)
Getting older and considering what relationships are worth ending, keeping or entertaining, it's become imperative to instead weigh just what "he's done for me lately". A lot of times we try to "be something" for someone who wouldn't even budge an elbow on a shared armrest for us. Will he sit through a Sex + The City or Real Housewives of New York marathon with me when I'm on my period? Will he be strong enough to last an evening with my friends who'd be side-eyeing him the whole time because they don't think anyone is good enough for me (lol)? Will he be okay with eating some good ol' tofu Soul Chicken from Red Bamboo on the nights I get crazy about black people and our cholesterol statistics?
There's a time and a place for everything but, even Prince Hakim of Zamunda didn't want to settle for a beautiful girl who was everything she THOUGHT he wanted her to be. Being a walking billboard for "perfection" will get you a lot of potential "customers" (ie. admirers) but, its never about quantity, its about quality.
Posted by Teneille
So, Shaina and I have become addicted to this site Tales From A Groupie. Honestly, I don't know what's so exciting about reading people's sex tales but, damn it sure is addictive. I even leave comments. One time I left a comment asking if the ball player it was about wrote it himself because it was too perfect. Anyway, Friday night during a major all night work session, Shaina, Camillia, Patrice, Keisha and myself got to sharing our own groupie fantasies and for some of us *ahem* Shaina *coughs* our groupie realities (lol). My standpoint...it's all good until your ass is the groupie tale. I can get real free during sex and I would hate to be Jackie-O'd.
They laughed at my misfortune. My tale would probably go something like this...
"Ayo, we went back to her crib, she live in the hood for real and shit. Like wild far out in East New York, I ain't know if she was trying to set me up or not so I texted my mans her address and shit. Anyway so we get in the door that shit was squeaky as hell and she had maddd shoes all over the place, she like the hood Carrie chick from Sex and The City. I think I saw a mouse too, shit was crazy. We bout to get it poppin and shit and yo she had a big ass box of lube on the side of the bed. Some real freak shit. She got a little tummy though and mad stretch marks on her ass for a slim chick but, she got a nice ride d!ck. I'd give her a 5 out of 5. She could work it. She made me eat but, she was acting stingy talking about "brains is for boyfriends" and shit but, it was all good."
So, just in case I end up dropping an album or getting a lead role in a movie or making it into the NBA next year, I beat any dude I ever jumped off with to the punch. HA!
Posted by Teneille
They laughed at my misfortune. My tale would probably go something like this...
"Ayo, we went back to her crib, she live in the hood for real and shit. Like wild far out in East New York, I ain't know if she was trying to set me up or not so I texted my mans her address and shit. Anyway so we get in the door that shit was squeaky as hell and she had maddd shoes all over the place, she like the hood Carrie chick from Sex and The City. I think I saw a mouse too, shit was crazy. We bout to get it poppin and shit and yo she had a big ass box of lube on the side of the bed. Some real freak shit. She got a little tummy though and mad stretch marks on her ass for a slim chick but, she got a nice ride d!ck. I'd give her a 5 out of 5. She could work it. She made me eat but, she was acting stingy talking about "brains is for boyfriends" and shit but, it was all good."
So, just in case I end up dropping an album or getting a lead role in a movie or making it into the NBA next year, I beat any dude I ever jumped off with to the punch. HA!
Posted by Teneille
When I say Hip Hop you say Common, Hip Hop... Common..... Common has come a long way from underground Hip Hop in the 90's. He is really the definition of man, hard working, sexy as shit(<3 those freckles) and has this smile well you get the picture. He even gave us his softer side when he spoke on his relationship with Erykah Badu and how she hurt him :( I'm sure he isnt hurting anymore though, especially with his rumored fling with stallion body, Serena Williams. Can I star power? Common just launched his new cologne “Only the Brave” which will be pushed by Diesel! His acting career has also taken off and that movie money is about to grow tenfold because he is also appearing in the upcoming Termination Salvation alongside Christian Bale(May 2009). Move over, Will Smith, bc Common is in the building and hopefully by some twist of fate, well Ill keep that to myself. ;)
Twitter has swept the nation and some celebs have decided to take their promotion into their own hands and away from gossip and hip hop bloggers. Asher Roth who has a twitter page has recently come under scrutiny for a distasteful joke that he made VIA his twitter page. I could go on and on about how wrong it was for Asher Roth to even attempt to make a comment like the one pictured above, or how its no big deal because he was only joking, and I totally got and understood the joke, however I wont do that because I'm sure that plenty of other people have done it already on thousands of other blogs.
Most celebs have publicists for a reason; they are there to stop celebrities from doing or saying something stupid before they do, as well as being there to help those celebs clean up their messes after they do or say something that they shouldn't have.
Is it a good idea for these celebrities to get on twitter or any other social networking website, or blog and be themselves?
When Solange announced that she was high off of NyQuil (because she was sick) and passed out at an airport the blogs were buzzing about it, and some bloggers called her an attention whore.
When Diddy spoke on his 'Tantric Sex' sessions those remarks ended up on MSNBC.
Now Asher Roth makes a comment stating that he was at a Rutgers game 'chilling with nappy headed hoes' a couple of days ago which clearly upset alot of people.
Are these incidents signs that stars should probably stick to their publicists and public relations people, and continue to allow them to make statements and press releases for them?
Or are they signs that people should stop and remember that these high profile celebrities are ONLY HUMAN?
P.S. - In no way, shape, or form am I, A black woman, condoning what he typed on his twitter page, because it was undoubtedly in poor taste and also very offensive towards African American Women, joke or not.
Posted by Shenda
Come party with us and one of B+C's first official Boss Chick's DJ Jasmine Solano and spinning partner DJ Monica Sharp. So ladies get fly and come snap some pics and laugh and drink and swoon over the cuties that'll be in the building.
OWWWWW!!!
Woohoo!
While the girls were on set a couple weeks back with super stylist LaMonica for a fashion shoot for the next issue they spotted an oversized clutch with my name all over it. And oh how right they were! Thanks to Maya and LaMonica of Not Just Vintage for my new treat! It's a hand painted feather patterned soft clutch. When I went to pick it up it was funny to me how excited I got. With all the things going on with the business and the magazine, little things like bags and clothes still make me giddy, lol. Oh, and I got another tattoo. It hurt more than any other tattoo I have :(. But, I love it, tehe (pun intended).
While the girls were on set a couple weeks back with super stylist LaMonica for a fashion shoot for the next issue they spotted an oversized clutch with my name all over it. And oh how right they were! Thanks to Maya and LaMonica of Not Just Vintage for my new treat! It's a hand painted feather patterned soft clutch. When I went to pick it up it was funny to me how excited I got. With all the things going on with the business and the magazine, little things like bags and clothes still make me giddy, lol. Oh, and I got another tattoo. It hurt more than any other tattoo I have :(. But, I love it, tehe (pun intended).
