Thursday, April 7, 2011

Sex Sells

Ok let’s face it, sex sells!!
 I don’t care how you feel or what you say DIVAs but it does. People are forever going on about how sick they are of seeing naked girls on newspapers or Beyonce being skimpily dressed yet for another show or how Trina and Nicki Minaj show off their bodies and how disrespectful it is to other females or how wrong of a message t sends for other females. And I have heard certain males saying the same thing. How they would rather get into her mind than into her pants story and I’m not knocking them. Kudos to them for wanting a young granny with brains. Yet the story remains the same; sex sells anything. I bet even a whale dressed in some Victoria’s secret would bring in a million. Yes divas, I have heard it all and still came to the painful yet truthful conclusion that sex sells anything!
You try selling Rihanna fully dressed as if she is attending a funeral kaHhohho and see just how well that will go. Better yet, you put out an album dressed as if you are a miner in winter and ring me up and tell me just how rich you become. We all want to sound morally correct while ignoring the facts of life. Women and men alike like to see skin, they like things to sexually appeal to them even if this is subconsciously done.
Why do so many women love Trey Songz? It has nothing to do with his tiny man less voice but everything to do with what comes out of his mouth, they way he seems to be looking at you when he says it, the way he swiftly moves his body while serenading you, the way he licks his lips and of course his swagger is more than on point. The same goes for Tyrese, who actually can sing, and the pipe piper himself. The same thing applies to rappers, T.I, LL cool J, hell some women will even settle for Russell Simmons. It’s the psychology of sex.

Yet whatever you do not get dickmatised.I always tell my divas that it’s quiet natural to like the lollipop, and they come in all different sizes , shapes and flavors *wink*, but do not get dickmatised. It is ok to want the lollipop, to fantasize about it and to talk about it because there isn’t anything quite as delicious as the lollipop. It’s a natural sensation and while your hormones are functioning well with the occasional overdrive treat, it’s still ok. With that said; it is not ok when you start chasing after a man just because he can swing swing. He is not the only ape in the jungle that can swing swing, I can promise you that. You know you are dickmatised when you let a man drive you Mercedes Benz and you know he does not have a license. You know you got it bad when you are willing to whoop another person, male or female, just because they licked on your lollipop. In this day in age when you have the option to go homosexual, I will faint if I ever find out that one of my divas ran over some school kid just because he/she tasted her grape flavored lollipop. What?? No self respecting Diva would be seen dead fighting over a john, yeah she will be heard and seen spitting lava like a volcano ready to erupt but she will hold her head up high and march into the jungle to find an ape who will beat her body like a congo drum.
 Dickmatised is when the lollipop is just too good and you cannot see the reality of some things.
 These women will say the silliest things to defend their men’s wrong deeds. They will say things like, “No, he didn’t willing have sexual intercourse with her, she held him down”. LOL. See how wrong that sound.
 When this happens you have to go on a MANcation. A MANcation is when you take time out and away from men or having men and concentrate on you, your dreams, your joys and sorrows. Some of you divas get it twisted; you believe you need to have at least one man in your life at any given point. The thought of being alone scares the make- up off your face. Some of you will stay with a man even if it is evident that he really just likes to swing at 16 year girls who think they are grown women just because a man is swinging in their direction. You will stay with a man even if all he does is comes through  to your place just to eat, take a bath, screw with you, get clean clothes and be gone. Just as long as he gives you some of what he is giving Dorothy next door. Where is your self respect? Where is your self worth?
Oh but do not get me wrong, I do not blame these women.  When a man tangles a green looking carrot in your face, divas will succumb and take anything else he may throw in their face. When the getting is good, the getting is good, never mind what people say to you about it. You are going to get it until the getting is no more.

Divas think back to the very first time your mother gave you a hula hoop, you didn’t understand why.  You just thought it was another strategy to get you out of the house and occupied.
At first it was difficult but you kept on trying until it made that sound that made you know you were the best hula hooper on the block. That sound that the air made when the hula hoop was stuck onto your waist as you went around and around…*smile*. The next time he forgets who you are, the next time that he comes striding in from Dorothy’s next door walking like he got it all, the next time you put it down on him, the next time you get to ride the lollipop, you have to do it like you are selling it, do it like you are doing it for the kids in the fevalas in Brazil. Ride it until  his toes curl, eyes rolled to the back of his head and to the point whereby he cannot keep his mouth shut, look at yourself in the mirror with one eye open and remember the sound that hula hoop made the day you mastered it *wink*.

Until next week, work it like you are working your hula hoop.

DiamondDiva4lyf@gmail.com

Social ills- FACEBOOK: A WORLD MADE SMALLER

Oooo emmmm geeee!
 Facebook has certainly made this world more of a village. The world has suddenly become smaller than Swaziland and you know what they say about small places with lots of people right? They tend to be a little over crowded and suddenly everybody has been linked with whomsoever. And often enough egos will most definitely clash and you get wall wars*idiotic*. What I find interesting about facebook is just as you link up with long lost friends or lovers, you can easily bump into people whom you have no business reconnecting with.

A little while ago I added an ex boyfriend or should I say fling. I knew it wasn’t a good idea but the thing is I was so excited over reconnecting and full of old hope and flames. My joy was short lived, when I saw the information on his wall it was apparent that this man had moved on and was headed in a certain direction with his woman. Just imagine my initial shock, all these fairytales I had built up over the years about true love lasting were quickly erased, you know what they say about what was meant is going to be and you know we are so silly to believe and apply that belief even when things look too gloom.  Still knowing all that I sent him a private message anyway. And Lo and behold he replied back, I was stunned at his response though because he still sounded like would jump at the chance to take a bite of my cookie or just nibble at it *wink*. I’m not sure what I expected for him to say or do but that was the last I wrote to him or heard from him…I guess my divalicious response was too much for a man to handle because I told him all we could be was friends because coming 2nd was not on my list right now, atleast with him.  I thought that would be the end but I found myself getting hurt at his updates of his activities with his woman, whom I have massive respect for. There I was sitting at my laptop, green with envy, jealous as Queen Victoria yet I was commenting like a happy little camper on all his status updates. Pretending like nothing was the issue! Then it dawned on me that the only reason I was feeling like this is not because I’m still in love with him but because this other woman was the one we broke up over after he broke up with her over me*smile*. I can’t say I don’t like her because she is older and I do not know her, to top it off she is friends with some of my family. This got me wondering about the numerous cheats roaming on fb waiting for a chance of open season or is it already open season?  I have had lots of men pop out of the radar and send me love proposals, even those who live on the ends of the earth! It’s amazing because I know I am not the only one who has to deal with this.

Then former childhood friend requested me, I accepted but she bombarded me with so many questions I really felt like I was playing 20 questions...then after answering all her questions she disappeared and never so much a “poked” me. After a while I got used to these technological mishaps and simply ignore them. Now I’m friendly with the delete button because seriously truthfully speaking I don’t have “836” friends, in reality I have just 3.
 How quickly we forget that social networks are a public forum so anybody can say whatever they want to say as they feel it at that moment, it’s not mandatory to comment and give your opinion. Just as we have to respect one another’s opinion yet the networking sites have confirmed to my worst fear, that we are not clued up on real and important issues, we are too busy trying to figure out what weave to do next, LOL.

The question I ask myself is why I do not just get off facebook and save me the trouble and stick to twitter? Then I realize I have the same problem at twitter…I just get followed but what I call the internet police, you know the people who live to report your every word and move you put up on a social network like you are being serious?

#SocialNetworkingIlls

MISSZEZY