King Kong

I fell a sleep during the first part of King Kong. All the way up to the point where she was captured . . . the white woman . . . can't remember her name. I won't give any details, but the "savage scene" was not that bad, the savages were these non-descript people that looked aborignal, and black and white, all done up in some strange body paint. Its OK. The music was good at that point, and all that chanting made my spine tingle. So I woke up quick and watched the rest of the movie. Besides my goddaughters wanted something to drink. They devoured a X-Large popcorn, which is as big a mop bucket. FOR REAL!

All I can say is that it is a visual feast, with tons of things that will scary the hell out of ya. The only racialized part was the fact that King Kong was out looking for "beauty" on the streets of NYC which is this little white thing, and I keep having flash backs to time when I used to hang with some rough necks that did nothing but lift weights and fight against the system as UPS and FED EX delivery people in Queens, Brooklyn and Manhattan. Those guys would be the Kongs. Nothing like a young strapping black Buck walking into your office (where I was the only black male hired in the entire American division for some time . . . we are talking coast to coast) to make you want to get whisked away out of the window and be taken to the roof.

Negros need some kong too!

I digress.

Otherwise things are goin' alright. New Years is coming. I am going out with the people at my job. Things are a bit better, because I was flirting with with this chick at the resturaunt, and flirting with this guy. I let the girl know that I was bisexual, which naturally shuts down relationship possibilities with 80 percent of the women that I talk to, and I kissed the guy on Xmas Eve.

So, there you have it. We are all going to be at the same club, and my co-workers, who have figured out that I like both men and women (most of the guys really want to know if you take it up the ass, if not, then you are OK. Just talk about soccer and what have you and you will be OK. Two of them want to get off with me. Can't decide if that is OK. I don't kiss and tell, but a couple of these supposeitly straight bitches chatter like church mice.), will see me kiss the boy tonight. The club is going to be packed. I like this guy. My spanish is not up to par, his english is missing things. But hey. . .

I gotta shot. . .

After the heartache of this year (old girlfriend) and my German man (let's call him Das Experiment). . .

And I am still young . . .