Model Karen Morgan

Dear Blogxilla.com Readers:

I quit! My ignorance has finally shown its ugly face and you guys held the flashlight…well, some of you. Now I won’t apologize for JACK SHIT.

A bitch got nice hair, end of story. That’s not the point, though. Lots of you got myyyy-teeee offended for personal reasons, some of you are just angry kneegrows and get mad when another kneegrow isn’t repping hardbody for nappy roots (no fish scales) and reparations. Some of you saw my point (shout out to you guys *smile*), but then there is a loyal reader named Sunny who sonned the kid (as we say in New York). Sunny is the way you make a person feel STUPID and still keep your respect intact. I took notes and perhaps you people should too: READ HER COMMENT HERE! Trust me, as arrogant, ignorant, racist and honest as I am people like myself enjoy a good lyrical ass whoopin. I encourage that and TRUST it gets recognized. On that note, ixxnay that part two that I mentioned. I will definitely mention complexion issues at some point, but under no circumstances do I want it linked to our banter about Indian hair.

NOW… Let’s talk business…

Living in New York all of my life has its blessings and disadvantages. The upside about living in NYC is being around a mix of people. It’s amazing to see fine men of so many races and complexions with different accents or backgrounds. With my already mixed background, I’m used to the mixing of cultures and it’s definitely a shock when I visit predominantly black areas outside of NYC. I could NEVER live in Atlanta. That’s like eating fried shrimp every day for dinner. Can a chick have some variety (and I don’t mean DL men variety either!). Back in NYC, I see a few handsome men of all races and as I’m getting older I’m starting to get curious. I break my neck if I see a cute white boy or Greek man or Italian man… even Blasian (black & Asian mix). When I see a couple that is consisted of black & white, I watch them & how they deal with the attenion they cause. I mean let’s face it– people are still calling that taboo. It wasn’t even a year ago to this day when the thought of me dating someone not Hispanic or West Indian was taboo. My how times have changed my ways.

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