Little Bits: What Hope Is

I came across this little tidbit and in a way, I have no idea what to make of it and yet I understand it completely...So here's a little something to make you go hmmm. Wherever you are in life, I'm sure you can find meaning in it. Enjoy today and every day...

"There are no shortcuts in life or love. This pain must be felt, the alternative is much worse. It's what makes us special, beautiful, makes us worthy. The pain of how we love. But that pain is accompanied by something else: hope. With your pain there is hope. That is where you are. Somewhere between agony, optimism, and prayer. So, you're human, you're alive, and that's what we have. And we come back again tomorrow to do it all again."

That bitch stole my line,

xoxo

Blackie Collins

Little Bits: Bands that Bind (?)

Why don't they want have to wear them? Women get engagement rings, big (if they're lucky), shiny (again if they're lucky) ones that all but jump off their fingers. The damn thing screams to the world: "I'm taken! I'm betrothed. I'm off limits!" More importantly, women wear them with great pride. They giggle and cheer and call mom when they get one for heaven's sake.

But men? Well, for starters they have no such engagement ring and when the ceremony rolls around, they get a nice little band, while she gets another shiny object to add to the sparkle and off limitness on her left hand. And she continues to wear hers, unless she gets prego and has to take it off until she loses the baby weight. There are so few men who rock their wedding bands! Its not like the band keeps your pants zipped, incase you didn't know, it doesn't. I think my dad wore his, despite having mistresses on the side. At least he was stabbing my mom in the front instead of the back. I mean that's balls for you. "I'm wearing my ring proudly, even have pictures of my kids in my wallet, while I screw you." It's stupid actually, taking your ring off doesn't make you any less married nor does it suddenly make what you're doing on the side any more okay. It just makes you an even bigger liar...not to mention a cheater, which I assume you knew already...

xoxo

Blackie Collins

Little Bits: Love Bites

In this day and age, who the hell still leaves hickeys on people over the age of sixteen. SERIOUSLY?! I was walking down the street, making a latte run, when I ran into a friend I hadn't seen in forever. I love New York for that by the way. On this little stretch of island, you can run into people in the most random places, j'dore NYC....sorry, back to the story. I was chatting with her, playing a good game of catch up when she craned her neck and ogled mine. "Girl, do you have hickeys?" My response, "Huh?" She points out that the left side of my neck is in fact covered with three nice little love bites (which I will refrain from calling them that in this situation because I'm gonna murder who left them behind). I wish I could've confirmed her first question of whether it was the guy I was dating the last time I saw her. Nope. She laughed, knowing my antics. Instead, I had to remember that I broke a cardinal rule and made out with someone from my job. Someone who won't leave me alone now. And someone who apparently didn't get the memo that hickeys are for seventh graders sneaking make out sessions on the polyester sofa in the basement. Nothing but hoodies and collared shirts for the next few days. Break out the cold spoons. I'm too old for this sh*t...

That bitch stole my line,

xoxo

Blackie Collins

Little Bits: Make Up Sex

According to the know-all for everything in life, the Urban Dictionary, make up sex is defined as "rough and extremely gratifying sex had after an argument."

(Pause in memory of all your reconciled arguments.)

There is nothing, nothing like make up sex. There is something so deep (pun intended) and intense about it. All residual emotions left over from the storm that came before are used like harsh rain drops, torpedoed at each other, creating an amazing, thunderous reaction.

Ok, so maybe it isn't that serious, but it's still pretty dope.

It's almost worth picking a fight over. And it doesn't have to be a knock down, drag out brawl. He could've just pissed you off and feels the need to make it up to you, like there's something to prove. And prove he will. From the jump off who must over compensate the next time he comes through to the all out battle with your man who must re-avow his love for you between the sheets, make up sex is one of the best of it's kind. So pick a fight today, tell 'em B said to, and enjoy the reconciliation.

That bitch stole my line,

xoxo

Blackie Collins

Little Bits: Use What You Got

I had a funny conversation with a male friend at work. We were talking about a familiar coffee shop near our job. One that we frequented during lunch breaks and quick latte runs. One where the staff knew us all for the most part. One that had a sweet little gay girl behind the counter, who gave me free stuff on a regular basis.

His argument: it was wrong of me to flirt with her to get free coffee and sandwiches because I was giving her false hope.

My argument: um, whatever. Nothing taste better than food except free food.

For goodness sakes, I wasn't asking the girl to marry me, I was saying hello and being nice, asking about her day, nothing major. He swore it was all in the way I was asking, as if I really cared, with sweet and sticky dripping from my words.

My position stayed firm. It's the same as when men flirt with women to get whatever it is they're trying to get on that particular day. Everyone has an agenda and unfortunately, we all use others to get there. It's no secret that attractive looks can get you far in this world, our culture falls heavily upon asthetics, so it should be surprising that people who look good get what they want a whole heck of a lot more than those who don't. Sometimes it's the pretty face alone, other times it's that paired with a little sweet and sticky flirting. I am not ashamed to do either. And I find nothing wrong with it. In fact, call me whatever you want, but I stand by using my femininity and good genes to get a couple inches further than the next. You gotta use what you got and I suggest you do too. If you're smart, go with that. If you know you have the gift of gab, can manipulate and form words in a way that make men and women melt? Work it out. I hate to say it but everyone has a price and if you slip a few bills their way-not real money, I sincerely hope you're with me on this analogy- then you can get in there just like the rest of us.

Besides when I check my bank statement and see just how much Starbucks is ripping me for? That lesbian better be happy I'm speaking to her. Free coffee for all.

That bitch stole my line,

xoxo

Blackie Collins

Little Bits

The other day I was getting of the 1 train, rushing to work, trying to get around the tourists that descend upon NYC during the holiday season. There was a girl in front of me, walking slower than I'd have liked, which was hindering my maneuvering skills. I noticed her hand was out, reaching behind her, and she wasn't looking. Otherwise she would've seen me there and I don't think she was trying to grab me-at least I hoped she wasn't. She just placed her hand behind her, grasping for something I was unaware of. When there was no reciprocation, she turned around and saw me trying to get around her.

"Oh, sorry," she laughed as her gaze looked around me. There was a guy there, whom I hadn't seen either. I moved out of their way and she grabbed his hand. Mission complete. Simple.

I walked to work thinking: isn't that all we want in a relationship? To simply know they are there? To know that you don't even have to really look, just have to reach back and know that they're by your side, checking for you as well? Yea, I think so.

So The Beetles were wrong, all you need isn't in fact love, it's a warm hand checking for you on the subway.

That bitch stole my line,

xoxo

Blackie Collins