I Love Love!

So I want to write this love story. Not just any love story but something that will perhaps finally say something that I’ve been trying to say for the longest.

Black Love Ain’t Dead.I know this is a shock coming from a person in my position with no steady girlfriend or even prospects on the horizon. However I’m a believer in love and all of the joy that it’s brought to me and my friends. Love in any form in a good thing and I challenge anyone to say different.

I know what you’re saying, “But Dawg should you really be talking with your slate of those fucked up women on your list.”

I say to you … Yes.

Scratch that … HELL YES.

If you need to know the ins and outs of a football game are you going to go to a rookie or a professional? I say to you that I am a professional … I’ve dated all types of women in all types of situations. So I know what’s up … you ain’t going to find a bigger cheerleader for love than you will me.

Again I say: I AM A PROFESSIONAL … I AM ALWAYS IN LOVE’S CORNER.

Love has meant more to me than a lot of things. I’m talking about all sorts of love: Friendship Love, Romantic Love, Parental Love … etc.
I know I write a lot in this blog about hating the dating game, drinking the hateraide when it comes to some women or even wanting to give up on dating as a whole, but as always I remain a true believer even at my lowest point.

So just because you are at a low point don’t mean that you stay there.

You know they always say that the biggest cynics are incurable romantics and I guess that’s me. I don’t feel that I’ve been placed on this planet to be alone. In fact before all of this doubt and self hate that I used to have, I always ran into one romantic adventure after another.

As my friend , The Doctor used to tell me. “What I like about you is that you always get back on that horse.”

I think I have both reins this time.

So in the past I gave up a lot of my loves because I hated myself for mistakes that I made.

Writing.

Sex.

Love.

I tossed them to the side plenty of times because I wasn’t feeling worthy of any of it.

But I’m back … at least I think I am. I keep hearing from folk that Black Love is dead but for some reason I don’t think that way.

Well at least not all the way. As the Doctor once said, “Black Love Ain’t Dead … But It’s Sure As Hell On Life Support.”

I’m a Stan for love but I’m not totally loony in thinking that sugar drops and rainbows are going to fix all the problems in the Black community. We all need to do our part … change the mindset that pointing fingers negatively will change the negativism.

So when someone tells me that the bad things about Black Men and Black Women, I’m going to remind them of how we are Black Kings and Queens that helped built this country. I’m going to remind them bow Black Men and Black Women raised pastors, ambassadors, inventors and (maybe) a Black President. I’m going to remind them that with out the love of a Black Man and A Black Woman They would be the person that they are now.

I believe that things are going to be the way they once were … they have to be.

God didn’t create me to be alone … or shunning my advocacy for Love.

And I’m going to start with that love story I’m going to write.

More later.