Why you gotta be the hater though? Now I'm all re-traumatized over that heffa and her elephants.
"down by the banks of the hanky panky..."
That reminds me of a real quick on we used to play. "Down by the riverside, hanky panky. Eastside westside, hanky panky. E-I-O-U/you dir-ty ding dong bell!" Which reminds me that some of these made no kinda sense. I wonder if they made sense when they were first created.
The happiest moments in childhood were when I played hand games.
Once or twice, I saw other boys play who were not on the "well, that's what faggots do" list -- basketball between their bony, ashy knees, playing with the girls just like I did, executing the rhythm, rhyme, and mimic perfectly, adding their own flavor.
... and thank you for helping me rememory that memory. *smiles*
(Although it bolsters my claims about gender roles for males and females in the B/black community... used to be a time when playing handgames, even for the less gender deviant guys (meaning the guys who weren't called sissypunkfaggot) didn't make them... and now... I wonder about those boys... they were barely allowed by the other guys, but the girls allowed it... would the girls allow it today?)
It's too early in the morning for me to be getting this deep.
"It's too early in the morning for me to be getting this deep."
lol It's NEVER too early!
"would the girls allow it today?"
I can't say for sure because I only see girls playing them here and there, but I do remember by the time I got to high school more guys were playing them. They seemed to feel like it was an exceptional skill, not just in and of itself, but for them as males to do it. ('Cause you know when we got into it and started speeding up some of them couldn't hang lol) I hope it's embraced universally because they were such a huge part of my childhood. So many good memories...
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"down by the banks of the hanky panky..."
That reminds me of a real quick on we used to play. "Down by the riverside, hanky panky. Eastside westside, hanky panky. E-I-O-U/you dir-ty ding dong bell!" Which reminds me that some of these made no kinda sense. I wonder if they made sense when they were first created.
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The happiest moments in childhood were when I played hand games.
Once or twice, I saw other boys play who were not on the "well, that's what faggots do" list -- basketball between their bony, ashy knees, playing with the girls just like I did, executing the rhythm, rhyme, and mimic perfectly, adding their own flavor.
... and thank you for helping me rememory that memory. *smiles*
(Although it bolsters my claims about gender roles for males and females in the B/black community... used to be a time when playing handgames, even for the less gender deviant guys (meaning the guys who weren't called sissypunkfaggot) didn't make them... and now... I wonder about those boys... they were barely allowed by the other guys, but the girls allowed it... would the girls allow it today?)
It's too early in the morning for me to be getting this deep.
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lol It's NEVER too early!
"would the girls allow it today?"
I can't say for sure because I only see girls playing them here and there, but I do remember by the time I got to high school more guys were playing them. They seemed to feel like it was an exceptional skill, not just in and of itself, but for them as males to do it. ('Cause you know when we got into it and started speeding up some of them couldn't hang lol) I hope it's embraced universally because they were such a huge part of my childhood. So many good memories...
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