Challenged

(Lady-Commodores)

(Some people get married at 20; I guess it works out. I don’t know, then an upgrade…you get the blood tested to see if your even compatible genetically to bring children into the world, see a minister/counselor before committing…something. Enough information is required to make an informed decision and the process isn’t the same for everyone.)

“Soft butch” spirit overrode factory default aesthetic settings; not about the simple life but commonality; stand-offish. She was ass out with the white girls and I was ass out with the few sistahs, since occasionally the phenotype doesn’t match that genotype- until you see that animal activate. Nevertheless, she could still top a hard fem and did.

After 6’0 nodded, I said “what’s up” and continued warming up for pool tournament. She was still talking to a mutual acquaintance; sistah- “older school stone butch”. Ultra-Nate meets “The Fly” and had never been seized by a casual face in a public arena. When stonewall was tired of watching, she approaches; “so Maureen, how’s your girlfriend doing?”

I’m going to punch you in that barbie- reject of a brick face that’s holding you back. Something said; don’t jump the gun let’s see how they work it- infantized in a way; assuming abandonment or getting ahold of something too loud; she had her hands on me first (draped across my body), so it was fair game. She scurried over with “for your fucking information we broke the fuck up and she moved out.” It was never the same after; out of sight out of mind.

Don’t be trying to break into me without my permission; that’s exactly what happened in this isolated event but life doesn’t come all neatly packaged. Sometimes you think it's going to be in this kinda package and something else shows up challenging what I was (you’re) pushing out.

(Chariot, Tarfu, somewhere else too…critical could’ve taken it a little bit better if she had been a a sistah or we had known her better..had been years but still unknown.)