i wish i could fuck every girl in the world

i very recently said some things about drake (pictured above with [his mentor?] weezy) that could be construed to be haterous.  i take all the shit back.  i’m officially on this nigga nuts.  or more specifically, i’m on his voice’s nuts. if that were possible.  his voice…makes me wish i could stick my tongue down his throat just so i could lick his voice.  umm…just kidding.

naw. but foreal. i’m big on voices.  and his is sexy as hell.  especially combined with his lil witty lines, smooth flow, and cockiness.

so anyway, i accidentally bought a weezy mixtape.  and that’s where i happened to hear the following gem, with the same title of this post “i wish i could fuck every girl in the world.”

i honestly don’t know how i feel about it.  i feel like i should think it’s demeaning to women or something.  but i don’t.  not that i carefully listened to the words or anything.  and i love the beat, it seems like a fun summer song.  perfect for “tell you n your friends, to get with me and my friends” type get-togethers that will result in inebriation and shared pleasure for all involved.

but the concept made me think of gender and sexuality.  in a heterosexist framework, if a guy smashes multiple women at once it makes him look good.  if him and his boys all smash the same female (that’s some gay shit), the males involved just made the most of a situation and the woman is a “sto”, a woman who lets multiple niggas run up in her and bust one.

that’s annoying.  but it’s hard for me to get worked up about it cuz i’m not into multiple penetration, nor do i have gangbang fantasies, and i also wouldn’t be with my girls trying to fuck the same dude with them all at the same time.  but there are other women who may find either or both of those situations enjoyable and should feel free to engage in whatever type of orgiastic activities they choose, without being stigmatized.

i do not wish i could fuck every guy or girl in the world.  but i wish sex outside of some societally accepted relationship or the illusion of it, was more acceptable.  or respected, even.

i know, i’m wishing for a lot.

ok also on my mistakenly purchased wayne mixtape is some song ciara singing, about how she lookin for a trapstar.  it’s modified inner rat bitch inside me that feels that shit!   don’t blame me, society made me this way!

seriously.  to be a trapstar rather than your run of the mill corner boy, means you are somewhat intelligent and have attained some level of success.  and any modicum of success achieved in turn requires a certain level of drive.  these are attractive qualities.  on TOP of that i’m attracted to black men, who have some type of hoodness to them, and wear “urban wear” as opposed to all this “grown and sexy”, carlton-from-fresh-prince lookin attire.  i mean that’s cute to me too, but a guy who can rock some crisp jeans or sweats, a crisp tee, polo, hoodie, nice sneakers, and a fresh fitted…would get it all day.  the excessive jewelry is…unnecessary, whether fake or genuine, but i guess you take the good with the bad.

so i guess i’m on a trapstar hunt!

i’m kinda kidding.