I was thinking on it a bit last night. The old blog was on my BP page that had pretty much every fact about me that you could want to know plus more. But here, nothing. So let me introduce myself and bring the world up to speed.

Well I am a product of bad night turning good. A product of a Bajan (from Barbados) woman new to this country, in the roughest borough in the great city of New York, Brooklyn, cast out on the streets by her only family here and a Bajan married man that happened to answer the phone this fateful evening instead of his wife. A product of innocence meets experience. Naïve meets native. And 9 months later here I am. A March 5th Pisces introduced to the world in 1973.

I guess my intuitive need to be a strong and constant father figure to children stems from the lack of one. Don’t get me wrong here. I did see my father. Every weekend when I visited my brother, grandmother and grandfather in the 3 story brownstone located in Crown Heights. But we never spent time together. He never dropped me the pearls of wisdom you’d expect from a dad. No sex talks. Not even a “Just Say No”. My older brother instead raised me to be a man. Without me even realizing it he taught me how to survive the streets of New York with comments like “Only punks look back. If you had something to say to that man you’d have said it when he walked by.” “What one man can do another can do” taught me to fear no man as I made my way home from one side of Brooklyn to the other at the age of 12. He along with my mother molded me, as I’ll mold my youth.

I followed him to church and into the youth group that would ultimately provide me the freedom to grow into my young adulthood. If you haven’t figured this simple fact out for yourselves yet, there’s truly a lot more going on in our churches that meets the eye these days. From sex in the church basement to knife fights on the corner the world developed right before my eyes. And under the guise of “church events” our parents never batted an eye or gave a second thought to it as long as we covered wounds and cleaned the smell of sex off of ourselves before making our way home.

Despite my environment and all that came with it I managed to keep my nose relatively clean and steered away from most trouble that found me. While sex played a major influence in my life and love blinded me from most dangers I still excelled in school work and managed to stay in top classes and top schools until I made my way to DC in 91 with only one encounter with the law the night before leaving for Howard University.


I see this is way too much for one blog entry…so lets continue this another day.

This is a continuation of my budding blog that has outgrown its home on my BlackPlanet page. So at the suggestion of a good friend I have found my way to my new home. I hope everyone enjoys me.

Hey World. I have to say that I had one of the best birthdays ever this past Friday. Though it was at my regular watering hole the crowd of friends that I had show up was far from the norm. And me being the attention whore that I am…I loved it thoroughly. My trip outta town was cancelled at the last minute but after waking up people in my drunken state and still getting no where I decided it was probably all for the best anyways. So to all that sent me birthday wishes and caviar dreams for my special day I thank you. And hope the same for you all for the remainder of the year.