Sunday, November 06, 2005

The Pseudo-Arts

Yo, what's up? It's ya boy with another entry full of misadventures and shit. I was in my office on Friday and who should walk in but E.T. She was at the spot visiting with Poppins and decided to stop by. I had forgotten that I made a date with her that night to go to this poetry reading.

Let me let y'all in on a little secret: I hate fuckin' spoken word, light an incense, head wrap, beat the bongos type shit. People see a nigga with 'locs and automatically they think "What an enlightened muthafucka!" Nope. Not even a little bit. "Spoken word artists" are some of the most facile, non-imaginative niggas that ever stumbled across a copy of "Love Jones" in the previously viewed pile at Blockbuster. That being said, I made the date a week prior because I was horny then and forgot I made it.

Anyway she popped into my office with those fuckin' titties showing, reminded me of the date and I said "Sure. I'll be there." We hooked up later that evening at a bar with a jungle theme before we went to the spot. Monkeys were everywhere. I took that as a good sign. I drank a couple of L.I.I.T.s and waited. She showed up with even more of those titties showing and I was happy. She drank some and we left.

The poetry spot was an old firehouse. The shit had a nice ambience. We were the only black people there except for the owners. I hardly noticed anything else until it was too late. The poets came up one by one on the open mic. All women, all white. All professing their love for pussy. I looked at E.T. "Take me back to my car. I'm not listening to this shit." I never identify with these spoken word muthafuckas. I especially didn't identify with this shit. She didn't want to part company.

"Let's go drink at Picasso's" she said. I obliged. It was packed when we got there, fulla crackas. I grabbed a Guinness, she got a martini. Pretentious bitch. "You wanna go to my place and let me eat your pussy?" I said, really trying to cut through the bullshit. "What?" "I wanna know if you gon' let me suck your clit." She laughed. "It'll get awkward between us." "How so?" "I'll want to let you do more than that. I'm still looking for a new job. If we start something and it doesn't work out, you won't want to help me." So that's where it was. That's where I was. I am a resource, a means to something better for so many people around here. I guess I never really thought about it.

"Hey can you get these drinks. I'm tapped." I said. And she bought those drinks and the next ones I ordered. We left Picasso's and went to another spot, a blues spot. I drank and she paid. It was a cool spot but by then I'd disconnected with her and my surroundings. I was happy to let someone else be a resource for a change.

When we were done at that spot she dropped me off at my car. "I have a bottle of wine chilling at my house." she smiled as she looked at me. "Naw, I'm an old man. I wanna go home and sleep." I got out and went home. I miss my home, my real home, my real friends. I just need to lay low until I'm able to reassess my life here.

I am Zedediah X. Zednanreh, the favored son of Africa, nephew of the Drum and the Spear, first cousin of Cuba, the lion of the Zednanreh bloodline. These niggas won't soon forget that when I'm done.

Peace,
KZ

13 comments:

Melle Mel said...

So... you got E.T. to buy you drinks huh? You man whore. Wait til you see my next post nigga.

Chubby Chocolate said...

She clit licking down? Yeah, let her pay... "I'd compromise a job opportunity for good licking any day and worry about the consequences later...:-)

Chubby Chocolate said...

BTW...
I'm with you on the spoken word craze...very pseudo.

TRUTHZ said...

did u really just come out and say can i eat your pussy? lol...u wild. and yall never did it? yeah, i would have given u that crazy look and sho as h-e-l wouldn't have bought u a drink..mighta left u stranded at the bar, but she does need a job, so i guess i can see why...u crazy, if i wasn't celibant, (cough) i would probably fly down and let u do what u do

Insaneblackwoman said...

My Nigga:

Aint none like you, man. You are my King. What you did was let that *&%%&! make it. I'm proud.

Mr.Slish said...

That was a bold move. But you really didn't want the pussy. You could have turned that whole situation around. Had that ass up and that clit swollen but you let your ego take over after She said what she said. Its a good thing you have options...lol...

~ Eclectic Soul ~ said...

LMAOOOOOOOOO @ the whole scenario

The_Practitioner said...

Man I gotta say I respect your gangsta. Though I would've been more inclind to express to her how much I want her to put her mouth on me. And after that many drinks, somehow it woulda been a huge dissappointment if her mouth didn't end up on me.

Regarding the spoken word, my brotha, we are two peas in a pod. I hate those fake talent having, wanna be deep baztards. lol

Knockout Zed said...

Alas that is my downfall. I am a pussy eater, unabashed and non-repentant. I love it. Reciprocity is cool, but I enjoy my craft. The post is titled as it is to refer to TWO pseudo-arts, spoken word and pussy eating.

The reason I asked her the way I did is my M.O. When you don't care and you don't have anything to lose, go for broke. My friends love that quality about me.

I don't like her, don't care if I see her again, so I asked her some out of pocket shit. If she got mad, so what? If she was cool with it, I win.

KZ

Blah Blah Blah said...

...i wanna laugh but it's sorta tragic...but i'mma laugh..LMAO

methinks this explains why my inbox is empty......

the anus has to get better...IT JUST HAS TOO!!! i have my fingers crossed for you.

Anonymous said...

How can you
Say
Those things about
The underground brothaz and sistahz
Who speak
And spout
And spew
Forth the know-ledge
With such honey dipped
Pussy whipped
Chocolate kissed
Passion

LOL!! LOL!! LOL!!

brooklyn babe said...

PREACH!!!! Lol on them spoken word catz... I totally hear U... on that "hetep holy" b.s. Oh I can go on for days...

Reminds me of that Little Brother track... "Yo, yo, yo...:

When I had lock, I never hung out in that set... tooo tooo pretensious. Chick all in crocheted fuckin' wedding gowns drinkin' tea.
Uggghhh

Pardom my "natural" french!

twin said...

i don't believe it you turned down a chance to "eat on the road" you are getting old and soft. I really think that you like her and did not want to rush things. We miss you here in the "D" (not like that nigga) Stay strong and stay black in cracker land and how is 'batshit'