Home Sweet Home?
I've been in Atlanta, Georgia about a month and I can't say I've been totally overwhelmed, more irritated and agitated. You see, it's not like I moved from Idaho or some unexcited place in this country. I moved from expensive, sunny, southern California. Where it never rains(that's a lie if some of ya'll didn't know). I don't believe I've been out here long enough to experience Atlanta's greatness. The major differences I have noticed are the sea of Black people and trees. My mom hopped, skipped, and dragged my younger sister, and new husband to a city very reminiscent of where I grew up in California. New buildings, more white people, and shiny cars. I'm not really sure of what I was expecting, but its far from it.
For some reason I feel bad for being uncomfortable around all these black people. Not crazy uncomfortable, where I'm clutching my purse as a Black man walks by me. But more like "wow where da fuck did ya'll come from?" I also feel robbed. Like I could have easily been in a place where when I looked to the left and right of me, I'd see myself in someone else. But I grew up being the only black person in class or at work. Dealing with the dumb stereotypical questions. Alone because I knew no one would get "it". I'm no longer the minority, and in a way that makes me feel invisible. I never craved for attention, but I'm still trying to figure out if I like it or not.
I find myself starring at men like I'm looking through a catalog. What a hoe I would have been growing up out here. LOL. I've always had a thing for men with dreads. And out here, they come in all shapes, sizes, and tones of browns. Black men are sexy as fuck period. Amen.
I've also come to see the gay community up close. Women with nice fades, corn rows, and fros with a swag as tough as any man. I've also talked to men with piercing eyes and major style ask about my sister's hair color. I've quickly got over the fact that a lot of the men I see have no interest in my vagina whatsoever. I mean...you can't fuck everybody, eh?
The women out here are bad. Short doo, long weave, dreaded up, froed out, thick and short, tall and slim. You have your double chocolate ladies and sweet caramel misses. Makes me feel like I have to step my game up, because I no longer stand out because of my skin color.
I've been asked twice if me and my 16 year old sister were twins. Apparently she is the darker version of me. Only a bit taller and with a bigger booty. I came to Georgia with two pairs of jeans and a couple of shirts. So I've been forced to wear my sister's clothes, which I'm fine with. But it doesn't say, "hey I'm fuckin' 22!" I think thats an issue I've always been insecure about.
If ya'll know d1rty , well I've been spending most of my "getting to know Atlanta" time with him. He looks like he does in his pictures...Lol. He's mad cool, and very laid back. I love him he is my best friend.
There's other stuff I need to be writing about, but I'm being lazy.
For some reason I feel bad for being uncomfortable around all these black people. Not crazy uncomfortable, where I'm clutching my purse as a Black man walks by me. But more like "wow where da fuck did ya'll come from?" I also feel robbed. Like I could have easily been in a place where when I looked to the left and right of me, I'd see myself in someone else. But I grew up being the only black person in class or at work. Dealing with the dumb stereotypical questions. Alone because I knew no one would get "it". I'm no longer the minority, and in a way that makes me feel invisible. I never craved for attention, but I'm still trying to figure out if I like it or not.
I find myself starring at men like I'm looking through a catalog. What a hoe I would have been growing up out here. LOL. I've always had a thing for men with dreads. And out here, they come in all shapes, sizes, and tones of browns. Black men are sexy as fuck period. Amen.
I've also come to see the gay community up close. Women with nice fades, corn rows, and fros with a swag as tough as any man. I've also talked to men with piercing eyes and major style ask about my sister's hair color. I've quickly got over the fact that a lot of the men I see have no interest in my vagina whatsoever. I mean...you can't fuck everybody, eh?
The women out here are bad. Short doo, long weave, dreaded up, froed out, thick and short, tall and slim. You have your double chocolate ladies and sweet caramel misses. Makes me feel like I have to step my game up, because I no longer stand out because of my skin color.
I've been asked twice if me and my 16 year old sister were twins. Apparently she is the darker version of me. Only a bit taller and with a bigger booty. I came to Georgia with two pairs of jeans and a couple of shirts. So I've been forced to wear my sister's clothes, which I'm fine with. But it doesn't say, "hey I'm fuckin' 22!" I think thats an issue I've always been insecure about.
If ya'll know d1rty , well I've been spending most of my "getting to know Atlanta" time with him. He looks like he does in his pictures...Lol. He's mad cool, and very laid back. I love him he is my best friend.
There's other stuff I need to be writing about, but I'm being lazy.