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After yesterday’s commenter spotlight, I was left with ruminations of the lady who loves the fallen angel more than she loves herself. Many of you, in fact, maybe all of you will not know what that means, but I am going to explain (at least to a certain extent).
With it said and understood that the country was built on the backs of black women, I want to know where these black women go for strength. Now the answer of this lies in a conversation I had last night.
Here’s a snippet:
Man: Women can be sooo independent.
Me: This is true, I don’t necessarily need one.
Man: Maybe not financially and maybe not anything else, but you will always need one emotionally and physically
This got me to thinking whether or not he is right and then May 4 came along. During the course of this day I have realized that yes I do need a man. I need him for what makes him a man from strong arms to long sessions of lovemaking to lifting the groceries upstairs.
And I am wondering, I mean really wondering, if there’s someone out there who feels what I’m saying? Does anyone have that person (of the opposite sex) that they can melt with? When you’ve come undone, you know they don’t mind putting the pieces back together? Is that an important component of the relationship or would you both rather be to independent beings?
I need your interepretation of the situation.