And now it’s time for another installment (Okay, okay this is the FIRST installment–so don’t go searching the Archives section. I just like the way “another installment” sounds.) of “Dear Fierce Black Queen.” In which I tackle the thousands and thousands of e-mails the Queen receives (Again, bold-face lie. It just makes me feel impressive.) asking for advice on all matters of importance and interest.
The Queen doesn’t get it. I really don’t get it.
Warning: Graphic images of violence in post.
Our Evolving President
The Queen is still trying to figure out how I feel about this. Not the statement itself (YAY). But the concept of “evolving” into it.(*Big Scooby Doo “RRRUH RRROH!”*)
You know, gray days in the city don’t get enough credit. There’s something magic about the the way the subtle shades of charcoal and white clouds slowly swirl and dance with the buildings. The mist rising across the waters of the Hudson, and the occasional sound of a ship’s horn cutting across the relative quiet of the morning. It’s slightly heady, and whispers the promise of possibility for a new day.
It’s amazing what a venti cup of Starbucks can do for your imagination.
The Queen is working on his musings about this week’s episode of Untucked. Until he gets that out, here are a couple of things to talk about around the Deer Park tank:
Let’s Read On, shall we?
Happy Monday (Don’t slap me for that)!
The Queen was swamped all weekend and didn’t get a chance to post. Please forgive! So there’s lots to talk about over the Entenmann’s and coffee (Yay, hellkell put an order in–thanks oh fabulous one!).
Ah, you beautiful Miss Things!
We’ve all had a busy week. Hopefully things in your life are going the way you’d like them to. Let’s pamper ourselves with a sumptuous Sunday Brunch. I got us a couple of tables at Sylvia’s up on Lenox (had to almost cut a bitch to get them…but that’s neither here nor there) in Harlem. I’ve ordered the Mimosas. Try the Catfish and Eggs, or the Chicken and Waffles–they are DIVINE.
Today, the only thing heavy around here is the food. Let’s dig in!
Hey Rick! What Part of Psalms 75:7 Don’t You Understand?
If you haven’t done so already, you have GOT to check out the incredible artwork of Mr. Chad Sell. Like Sharon Needles and Chad Michaels, this phenomenal artist captures the essence of a character with specificity and charm. When you scroll through his work, you know immediately that you are in the presence of a gifted cognoscente.
What Makes A Guy Sexy?
I wrote this in a post on my other blog about two years ago, but it’s no less true today. I thought I’d share.
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 2010
I am in Starbucks on East-West Highway in Hyattsville, MD. I’ve been sitting behind a beefy brother with a broad back; to-die-for love handles and belly, and a killer goatee. I’ve been crushing on him all morning. He just got up to leave and I saw something that sent me over the edge: he has pictures of what I believe to be his kids as wallpaper on his laptop. It made me want to finally record all of the unconventional things that make a man sexy to me:
ANY man who finds me attractive.
What about you Miss Things? What unconventional things do YOU find attractive in a man or woman?
Whew! I am full. Time for a nap. Talk to y’all later.
Oh, and I got the check.