This blog is my response to your survey responses about Sapphire and to one crazy ass bitch, who won’t take a fucking hike. Most of your surveys were respectful and to the point. I appreciate those of you who kept it real without coming at me on some disrespectful bullshit. I want to take time out to respond to some of your comments…

“Biggest question I’ve been wondering about for are children. Are you going to have biracial children now? You can’t exactly be “pro-black” and have half white children. Because what happens when you’re old and your children marry other white people, that blackness is essentially gone in the span of a generation. “

I have never claimed to be pro-black, militant or whatever. In fact, if you read this blog closely you will see I don’t like some black people. I hate niggas and hoodrats. I hate them with a burning passion. I have never been down for all black people. I’m a realist, and the reality is you can’t be for all black people (as you will see below). Some black people simply ain’t shit.

Sapphire and I have talked about kids and we want a black donor. This means one child will be biracial (i.e., the one Sapphire carries) and one child will be black. We plan to raise our children as black because as far as we are concerned that’s the way the children will be viewed and treated by society. If my biracial child decides to identity as such later in life that’s his or her business. However, I plan to give him or her the whole truth about how they will be viewed.

Because I will be their black parent I feel responsible for giving them a favorable opinion of their blackness. They will know their history and where they come from. I plan to approach this task the way I would if I had only full black children.

I cannot control future generations of my family. If I had full black children they could still marry white and their children could still marry white. The point here is people have been mixing and mingling for centuries. That won’t stop with my blood line. The “changing” of race in my family tree can happen long after I’m dead. I’m more concerned with having healthy functional children than the race of their spouse and my grandchildren.

“I think a concerning thing about you, that I would worry for Sapphire, if I was a friend of hers, is that you seem to be an indecisive person. Go for what your gut tells you instead of psyching yourself to be with someone because you’re getting older. I truly hope you are with Sapphire because you absolutely cannot see life with out her and genuinely want to be with her.”

I can be indecisive, but my apprehension surrounding Sapphire has always come down to race and nothing more. If she were black I would have married her a long time ago. She is wonderful and perfect for me. As I’ve stated before I’m done being stuck on race. I just want to be happy. She makes me happy and I’m fully committed to her.

“I do worry that you may hurt her and bail on her in the future for a sista though.”

This won’t happen. See comment above.

I hope this has answered your questions and concerns. I appreciate you comments. Now on to the heifer I wish would leave me the hell alone. Here is her comment…

“I’ve been following your blog for A long while and honestly that is because you remind me so of my ex. She is a very narcissistic person who has a different way of dealing with life, love and family. I’m not saying you are a narcissistic person but some of your thoughts and actions are “interesting”.

I’m going to be very blunt here. You look down on damn near everybody for any reason for the sole purpose of making yourself look better. When in fact you yourself can not finish a project or stick with anything, or body for that matter. You find something to dislike about every woman you date and I have no doubt it will change. I would not be surprised to know that you are emotionally abusive to most of the girls you’ve been with resulting in the one you really wanted (I think you named her Yellow.. the chick you got the dog with) wouldn’t stay. I’m happy you found somebody who you think you can be happy with. But honestly I hope this one can get you to see a therapist on a regular basis. But again we all know white women tend to deal with way more crap black women will.

As to why I still read your blog that is more so my issue. I could never get over the emotional abuse of my ex, even though I’m with somebody who treats me like a queen. I just always wondered if a person can change. Seems Like No.”

WTF

I don’t know what it’s going to take for you to move the hell on from this blog, my life, and to STOP obsessing over me.  Normal people do not continue to patronize a blog they don’t like. Normal people don’t follow people who they don’t like.

The problems you have with my opinion are the problems you have with YOURSELF.

I don’t find bald-headed fat chicks attractive. I’m sorry if this hurt your feelings though I don’t know you.

I don’t date bisexuals or single mothers. I’m sorry if this hurt your feelings though I don’t know you.

I have never singled out any woman while expressing my preferences in women, but somehow or the other you felt excluded because you don’t fit the bill. GET. THE. FUCK. OVER. IT.

It is not my responsibility to help you love or like yourself.

If you think you’re fat as hell go take your ass to a gym. If you think you’re bald-headed learn to manage and care for your hair. WORK. ON. YOUR. FUCKING. SELF-ESTEEM. AND. STOP. SEEKING. VALIDATION. FROM. ME.

You settled for a chick who treats you like trash simply because she was the only one who would tolerate your big ass. You settled for her and the child she brought back into your relationship from another woman after breaking up and making up. You described this as “hurtful” as if you were forced to accept this bullshit. You need to take responsibility for your choices and your issues. Get some standards. Have some self-respect. Learn to love yourself. Seek some peace and wellness. Learn to self-reflect.

Don’t come for me because I refuse to settle for this type of nonsense. I actually know my worth and I know I can do better. And I don’t apologize for having standards. Everybody should have them.

I’m fucking tired of you. I haven’t done anything to you, and I don’t appreciate your obsession with me. It’s not cute and it’s not funny. If you find me and my behavior so detestable STOP READING MY SHIT.

Generally, I try to treat people with respect. I treat people the way I want to be treated. I don’t abuse women I love/date physically or emotionally. I’m not that type of person. If any of them read your bullshit they would probably laugh because anybody who knows me in real life knows I’m quiet, timid, and shy. Hardly Ike Turner in a skirt.

I’ll say it again, if you reach a point where MY LIFE, thoughts, and feelings, make you feel some type of way about yourself STOP READING IT. It’s that simple.

My blog is a snippet. It’s how I feel at that moment. It’s not the whole picture of me. There are things that I experience that never make it to this blog. There are thoughts that never make it to this blog. Do not think that you know me simply based on the four or five paragraphs I write in a blog post.