The above is a real message I received on Facebook, and that’s the real response she got from me.  I truly believe there is something wrong with some of the people who read and follow my blog. Some of these women are lonely, closeted, scared as hell, and flat out batshit crazy.

All of the above is fine. We all go through our coming to terms phase. However, what is not okay is some of the disrespectful, rude, and self-defeated nonsense I receive from some of you.

I am not a mental health counselor.

If you read this blog you will see I have my own damn issues. Yes, I’ve been with a few women, and yes I’m comfortable with my sexual orientation. This didn’t happen overnight. It took years of growth and acceptance on my part. This doesn’t make me your friend or an expert on your life. Rather than seeking advice from me you chicks need to get out here and live your lives.

If you’re middle aged, and have never experienced love and sex with a woman, I really don’t know what to tell you.

If you’re young and scared to death of simply living your life and being happy I really don’t know what to tell you.

If you have never had sex with a woman, and you’re scared to do so, this is a personal problem!

I’ve been  fucking since I was 17/18 years old. I can’t remember being scared of getting some ass. I was just happy as hell to finally get some. I didn’t put any thought into it. I’m sure I was probably green as hell. I knew it would take time for me to learn how to please a woman. I was young, dumb, and full of cum….and I just wanted some pussy. It’s really that simple.

I can say I truly feel sorry for some of you who find yourselves too scared to simply love another woman. I know part of this comes from societal pressure and some of it comes from self-loathing. I get it. Still, it is off-putting to get emails from middle aged black women, who for whatever reason, can’t seem to accept love when it comes.

For the record, I ignore your emails on purpose. I am not in the business of telling women who are old enough to be my older sister (and sometimes my mother) how to be happy. This is something you have to figure out on your own.

The bottom line is this: Don’t write me asking for advice on something you as a grown woman should have no issue figuring out on your own.