WHERE ARE THEY?!?

Black lesbian blog. Type these 3 simple words in your average search engine and you will get a run for your money (or time in my case). I have finally came to the conclusion that I run into the same 2 problems every time I click on a link.

Issue (1)  When I see the key words grouped together like "strap-on sex" or " black porn" or "clit action" I know that's not what I am looking for. I mean I don't understand how Bing can mistake porn for blog. Sure they both have the letter 'o' but they are no way similar in meaning. But on the same hand, sometimes these little key words are not visible to the naked eye. This gives me the illusion of 'cool, I found one', but next thing I know, I got all types of porn pop-ups which is probably a window for some type of virus or worm. Normally thses are the first 5 or so links.

Issue (2) After finding what I believe to be a good blog, I do a quick scan of its posts. Sometimes I might read one or two. And right before I go and click on the subscribe link, I check one last thing. The date. No matter how great the posts are or how much I can relate to it, I am turned off by a date that conincides with the Watergate Scandal. Well not that old, but you get my point. I mean is there anything up to date or at least written in the last 3 months? 
To sum it up, I am not afraid to do a little research, just can somebody point me in the right direction. I leave you with this question.

Are there any good black lesbian blogs out there?

What did you just say to me?

People amaze me in how they think they can say anything and think it won't have consequences. You can make little side comments and think that just because I don't say anything right then and there, it doesn't bother me. You couldn't be any more wrong. The more & more you open your trap the more I see us not being friends. I am not the type who goes back and forth like some adolescence girls on facebook or twitter. Too grown for that, at least I think I am. If you don't feel that you are....the door is over to your left. As I mentioned once before, I don't have time for bs in my life.

Tired of the BS

You don't know when, you don't know why, but one morning you are going to wake up and say "I'm not going to put up with the bullshit anymore...I don't have the patience or time for it." And ladies & gentleman, I have reached that point.

The more days the Good Lord allows me to see, the more I see that I don't have time for certain things in my life. I don't have the patience like I used to. People I used to hang out with, are now just faces I see as I pass by. Right now my life is really centered on my education. (Which I'm going to cut this post short...got some work to do.)

Group Work: The Real Benefits

Don't you love working in groups? Sometimes you are glad to work in groups but then there are times when you feel like you want to bite your group member's f*cking head off. Back in high school, my English teacher figured out the ultimate way to make group work a pleasant experience. Her method was: You were assigned a group and a presentation. When it was complete you were given a group grade, which was also your individual grade. Everybody had a chance to 'make' a better grade or what they felt they deserved by 'taking' points from other group members. (I will give an example for my slow readers)
Project Grade:95
Your Grade: 95
Tom: 95 Bob: 95
Jane: 95

But wait a minute, Jane barely made it to the group meetings and therefor was only given the task of printing out the material, which she forgot to bring in the day of the presentation, but thank GOD the library has student printing. Tom, who also barely made it to the meetings, was always in ____ball practice. He wasn't really worried about his grades, given the fact he's going to get into a college based on his batting average, not presentation skills. But he did give you his work in a timely manner, but left you with rewording it and putting the power-point together. Then there is Bob. Good ole Bob, didn't even know what group he was in until last night (forgetting the fact that you had sent out regular emails/texts). He didn't even bother dressing in the proper attire and was halfway sleep when the group was presenting.  Thank heavens you already did his part and was not worried. So after laying the facts on the table, the new grades were
Your Grade: 145
Tom: 90
Bob: 65
Jane: 80

And that my friends is how I passed English. J/K......................But you get my point. Too bad that only worked back then in high school. Now the person in charge don't give a damn how it's done, as long as it gets done. Forget who was up all night, wasting their last little bit of ink, correcting other people's mistakes, showing up on time, being the only one willing to arrive early AND stay late; basically picking up the slack. To all that you have done, no hand clap, pat on the back, congrats, not even a silent thank-you. Only the feeling of an un-reportable rape of your sweat and work.