The "Toe Game"

     Ladies: Your "Toe Game" has to be up to be up to par when dealing with a man like me. When I first discovered I had a ferocious foot fetish, I was Embarrassed & kept it to myself. I was pleasantly surprised to discover there were more & more men & (women who like women) that absolutely worshiped a perfect pair of pedicured puppies. Thus I came out of my shell & would love to share some "foot facts" & a true story of "Feet Gone wild"

1) A Foot fetish is not a true fetish. A true fetish is described as "having a sexual attraction to a non-living object" (Such as shoes) Feet are part of the human body so they really don't count.

2) There are levels of foot fetishism. I simply love the way long legs & symmetrical feet look together. Some like dirty feet. Some like getting trampled & some even like getting kicked in the Damn face. Painful & dirty is just not my thing.

3) A pedicure alone does not make a foot sexy: Ladies if you are 5"9' & you have size 13" X2-wide man feet with veins budging out of them like Mike Tyson’s neck during a fight

THAT SHIT IS NOT SEXY.

And now a true story........................

The Time Feb, 1995.

The place Laurelton Queens N.Y.

I was in full stride of my bachelor hay-days & was in the Kitchen of my impressive 1 bedroom apartment just an earshot from JFK international Airport. Cheffing up my "Go to" Meal Chicken fettuccine Alfredo for this blind date that I was expecting in 30 min. A knock on the door revealed a beautiful 22 year old girl from Trinidad with hazel eyes named Yolanda. "JACKPOT!!" I was on some pimp shit back then & asked the young lady to remove her snowy & salty boots so as not to track over my new jet black rug (I was young sorry) With a reluctant smirk she removed her boots. Her feet were so small I believe she had a females size 4. I popped in a VHS tape of "Basic Instinct" let her have a seat & completed my culinary. I smelled something foul. So I am embarrassed thinking my Alfredo sauce has bad dairy.

I open a window, the funk lingers.

I light some candles. I can't shake it.

I turn down the heat.

NOPE.

     I put my nose in all the pots & cant pinpoint it's location. DAMN! So I look at my lovely date and notice she has her feet twisted & tucked under the fucking couch! OOOhhhh Hell No! (I think to myself) So I figure give her a chance. After the first wave of funk hits it SHOULD lose it's intensity. Right?!?!?!?!???!! Wrong. Threw the whole meal she was acting like she knew but fuck-it "This is me" So I am watching Sharon Stone stab this dude with an ice pick in the flick & I can't help but fantasize about stabbing her damn stinky dogs. Call me shallow but after the last bite of food, I called her a cab & she started crying because she knew. There is no way feet that small should have funk that large.

     Did she not come from home? I might have gave her a pass if she worked all day in a damn wet toll both but she called me from the crib!!!

Lastly, If her "Toe Game" isn't up to par Lord only knows what she is working with in "The Love Below" area.

Just My Thoughts... GB~

Just My Thoughts: Haters, Bitches & Snitches

Just My Thoughts: Haters, Bitches & Snitches: " There are 3 games I am involved in currently. These games are known as corporate, lov..."

Haters, Bitches & Snitches

    

     There are 3 games I am involved in currently. These games are known as corporate, love and life. I am in the midst of playing all 3 with a mild degree of success. The more I play, the savvier I become. The savvier I become the dirtier the games become. New levels, new devils my mother would say but the tricks appear to be merely a new spin on that same old shit. Since evil never takes a day off, I have decided to shine some light on those dark shadows. If you aren’t about being positive, unity or overcoming the current self serving nature of man please close this blog immediately. The realness of this shit may cause diarrhea, nausea and vomiting.

     Basically the devil has 3 soldiers that do his bidding regardless of the hell he plans to unleash. These minions are well equipped to disrupt, derail, and disturb any energy that plans to unify people. So if you have God’s light in your heart he will send you 1 if not all of these people, the hater, the bitch or the snitch. “Hater” is a term that is thrown around loosely as of late, without a clear definition. Most people think that you have to hate someone as a person to be “Hating” on them. This is untrue. For most people don’t hate the people they hate on, they hate what that person represents or embodies. Mostly this is done when a person embodies or represents what another person strives to be or wish that they could be. A selfish person may hate on a selfless one. An introvert may hate on an extrovert. An unattractive man may hate on a handsome one and so on. Again, they don’t actually “Hate” the person, they just hate being reminded of what they may or may not ever achieve. My advice to haters on this on is simply “stay in your lane” Because truth be told for every thing you may envy about someone else, there is something someone envies about you.

     Now then, even if we had a magic potion that could cure all the hate in the world we would still have to deal with “the bitches” Bitches can be male, female, transgender, gay, lesbian or bisexual. A bitch by my definition is someone who simply is unhappy. Typical “MO” of the unhappy person, is to spread that unhappiness around like cream cheese on a bagel. Its what they do and they are extremely good at it. Great bitches are so good at being a bitch, they are actually proud of it. I was in a meeting with 2 bitches and 1 bitch said to me “La Mont, why are you being bitchy to this bitch?” I said “I wasn't being bitchy, I just refused to speak to someone who was being bitchy to me” Then the other bitch said “We are bitchy to everybody” with a smile. Wow! The H.B.I.C. (Head bitch in charge) saw nothing wrong with this statement and that in itself was disturbing because it confirmed that she was a bitch too. My advice to bitches on this is simply “Learn humility” Most people who are unhappy simply aren't content with their current position. I am not suggesting that anyone not strive for the higher levels. I am merely suggesting that you count the blessings for being at the level you currently reside in. It is only when we feel that someone owes us shit, or that we are “entitled” to things we don’t have that those unhappy or “bitchy” feelings overtake our spirit.

     Lastly I would like to speak on the snitch. No one loves a snitch, but the snitch remains as the most elusive and clever of the devil’s army as well as the hardest to identify. Most snitches feel they are snitching for the greater good. This is a lie that is so fat; it needs Maury Povich and a fork lift just to get it out of the house. For if the snitch really cared about the person they were snitching on, they would tell them directly to their face. Why spread negative energy around? Why involve people who don’t need to be? Snitches are dangerous and extremely clever, they have to be so that they can gather information. They can’t snitch about what they don’t know. My advice to snitches; “Stop being a coward” A coward dies a thousand deaths, a brave heart dies but once. You may find success in the short term, but you will find yourself in a lonely place. In 24 years of professional experience, I have never seen the “snitch” EVER successfully climb the corporate or social ladder and stay on top. Why? The top position is a trusted position, and who in the hell can trust a snitch?

On a personal note I must add that I usually don’t blog about negative energy. My philosophy is that speaking on it gives it power, and it doesn't deserve a verse. However, I cannot hold it on my heart without letting it go. That shit ages you. I have to speak on it now because I just went through a number of betrayals by each soldier. The most recent betrayal being last week by an extremely trusted friend. What does this all mean? It means that I’m closer to achieving my goals and nothing more. I wasn't even surprised by the evil because like I said earlier “New levels, new devils” For all my people that are about something positive, please don’t get discouraged when you witness a new spin on that same old shit.

Peace and Blessings~

-La Mont Anthony Wright AKA Graffiti Bleu.

Just My Thoughts: Dragon Shadow Boxing.

Just My Thoughts: Dragon Shadow Boxing.: "My pain began at the sound of the bell. I come out swinging painfully against bent darkness. Heart guarded and brutal. Bobbing and weavin..."

Dragon Shadow Boxing.

My pain began at the sound of the bell.

I come out swinging painfully against bent

darkness.

Heart guarded and brutal.

Bobbing and weaving dark spirits.

Delirious not noticing the hole in my chest.

As I tried to counter mirrored movements.

Only successful at frustration.

Satin laughing.

Dragon wings scorched through the heat of my hell.

The one that raged in the realm of my flesh.

Limiting my flight.

Selfish lessons train men to be slaves.

My weary arms have no fight left to fight.

I lay down my guard and now weave with light

spirits.

Gave my pain away to the true champion.

Now I’m filled with luminosity.

The last bell sounds as I rise from my wooden stool.

I stand tall in this last round with the eyes of

Geronimo.

Fearless against the demon which is me.

Graffiti Bleu~