I hate my palms cause they light!

I've been saying it for the longest... The animosity between the light skin boy/girls and the dark skin boys/girls is real. Fueled by everything from the media to your friends, it can work wonder for some and destroy others! I remember when I first got down to Georgia in like '95, but we moved from sandy springs (white part of town) to stone mountain (mixed but more black than white)in like '96 I still had a kind of strong british accent. So being black black and talkin' "white white" the only two places I could logically be from was Africa or Jamaica. I had to learn how to joan real quick. Cause I think african booty scratcher just got invented that year and black jokes then were like I'm rick james bitch! was in 2004! My tormentors were almost always light skinned dudes, thus spawning my distaste for my fairer skinned brothers!

For years it's always been a secret war...
sometimes public





and every so often for both sides a champion would emerge swaying girls hearts and making the opposing side "Out of style"

Champions






Other champions






This came up when me and my only light skinned homeboy J and his homegirl were talkin about that young berg shit...About how girls don't want light skinned dudes cause they're concieted, or want them cause thier baby will have good hair and how girls don't want dark skinned dudes cause they're ugly! How light chicks like dark dudes and dark chicks like light dudes. How everybody wants a yellow over a black chick.

Me: that's what he get for being light skinned in detroit

J: fuck does that mean

Me: y'all out of style and you know how they say pretty boys are weak and shit. so they thought he was a lick and they were right. plus y'all are outta style anyway, jus like kanye said!

J: We ain't went nowhere!

I know hella dudes and girls who say shit like "I couldn't see my self talkin to a dark/light skin person." Me personally, I don't discriminate, I ejaculate. I mean if a chicks pretty she's pretty hands down color non-withstanding.

Do y'all believe in this "in style" stuff?

How do y'all feel about the whole light/dark thing?

Is there even a thing?

Why the fuck did they replace aunt viv? and which viv did you like more?

Andre said...

In the eighties, if you were a man and you didn't look like a girl, have a curl or slang dope. You better be light skinned 'cause you weren't gettin no play.

RealHustla said...


That's so true! I kept it secret that I like the chocolate brothas just so that I could fit in with my friends.

How can....How can zhe shlap me!

I gurgled water out of my mouth when I saw this on someone's Iphone.



Notice how they all gave him the biz afterwards and he starts crying. The dude in the pink even got a few stomps in.

That was four years ago!?!

I think these two pictures are like the epitome of growin up! I mean yeah I'm still on that bullshit sometimes, yeah I'm still a slave to the lurst, yeah I still wanna be that dude, but in moderation though.


Circa 2004

Yes it is a tall tee with scooby doo with a grill on it (Shouts out to arychtexas for the hot shirt) yes, I do have my sidekick 2 case showing to these hoes, yes, I look like BOLD lettering and yes I do look like a wack ass nigga...but back then you couldn't tell me nuthin.




I don't know how many words I'd have to put here to fully describe the years betwixt and the growing I've done as both a man, and as a person. Experience is the best teacher, even though I hate having to find out the hard way!

Circa 2008
four years laters and my dog Ray is still lookin' like ryan phillipe, but alas my wackness is gone, the lurst was at bay, I was kickin it with ashley and happier than a pig in a blanket!

Don't worry it happens to every guy.

Being on the other side of town caught me at the mall and while I was in there I ran into a girl tarsha I dated in early 2006, that was one of the many things she said about my "problem". Few people who know me know that 2006 was a tumultuous year for me and that tumultu-ocity manifested itself into two things.

1. PE

2. ED

For any man that’s some heavy shit to deal with but for a 21 year old in the so called best years of my life. That shit was like a dagger in my heart and soul! I turned to my homies, but them punk ass tricks made it worse. I turned to my homegirls and they made it even more worser! Just seeing her brought back all those terrible memories, if I was a weaker person I would of ran out of that mall stark raving mad! But we had a convo that wasn’t awkward as I thought it would be.

I have officially sworn off going to the malls for clothes shopping purposes. Well I take that back because I still fluck with ae and express, but as far as urban wear is concerned I’m done. Who even wears urban wear / ed hardy anymore?


My point exactly...

I remember going to the mall before and being disgusted, I thought I would go in yesterday and it would change. How wrong was I…? Everything is still bright colours and skulls and empty quotations. Pretty soon it’s gonna be nothing but gently used clothing for me!

He had a gun to my fucking head!

Here I am trying to enjoy my ruined labor day (I had to work which defeats the purpose of the day, so fuck labor day!) and as I sit down to enjoy my hot salsa, tortillas, and just surf on my sidekick.
I see him.
And he sees me.
He’s one of those nice guys to a fault who works in my department and is one of those people who will follow you to keep a conversation going - a fucking conversation hostage! His demands are an ear to bend and a shoulder to cry on!

Normal people convobortions like...
“yeah….......”
"ok......"
“Oh that’s cool………”
and my personal favorite…
“ daaaang……..”
Notice the periods indicate silence, which is accompanied by closed body language, and a head nod as I slowly resume what I was doing. They just don’t work on this conversation hostage! He’s like a herb...

the friend that no one likes. So he crosses the twenty feet zigzagging through tables mind you to come over and sit down with a “siiiiigh” like he’s found a rest haven to rest his weary body. I had my sidekick in my hand and I was contemplating faking an elaborate phone call with a plot and characters and the whole nine, but I figured that he’d see I was engaged in sidekickery and wave it off.

I should’ve faked
the fucking call.

seperate but equal?

While I was at home in Atlanta with my mom, I had a blast of nostalgia when I looked on the fridge and saw some name brand cereal. I remember my mom used to buy Smacks Puffs O' Corn or Cheerios Toasted Oats. I used to complain because they would always outlast the milk... There'd be like a sliver of milk left and this big ass Y2K friendly bag of cereal. The worst of them all was Fruit Loops Fruity Oh's, they would cut the shit out of the roof of my mouth cause they would take like an hour to get soggy and they left a wierd ass tint on the milk too.

Whats the deal with...

High waisted jeans

When I see a girl in the club or out and about with them on, I don't think "damn she looks jazzy!"

I think older white woman.





Them shits look ridiculous to me kinda...Plus if the chick isn't modelesque, or toned nice, then that FUPA is there for everybody to see!

Breasts resting on waistband = Not HAUT
What do y'all think?