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Life is a funny thing. When u least expect something, either good or bad, it happens. But when I write, nothing bad happens. It’s as if I can see everything, know everything, and be everywhere… There are times when life can beat you silly, then smile it’s big, wonderful smile and you laugh in spite of yourself. There are many things I have to be thankful for, there isn’t enough space to say thank you to everybody who has blessed me in so many different way, but I think it’s fitting that I atleast mention a few…

First I would like to give thanks to my higher power who has given me this great gift, which I didn’t realize I had until it was the only thing I had. And my family. Sometimes they give u the hardest lessons to learn.

Secondly, I would like to thank Carla for being one of my oldest and dearest friends without who I would not be able to enjoy e. Lynn Harris and reading books. May god grant you every wish u ever have. Stacey royal, MD. My girl supreme. Words can describe how proud of you… since our first meeting at Denison; you have been my girl! The “six pack of Denison university, class of 1987, Jackie Ivey, Leigh Haynes, Marnita Asher, Janine Rahman, Alia Walker, Stephanie Robinson… I don’t know how I would have EVER made it through without you guys. Much love to The “den mother” of the six pack, Ms. Karen Wheel, again, you are all that and then some. Your advice kept me sane and in class more than I care to admit… you are a wonderful woman & friend . The “men” of Denison, Manuel “manny” Freeman & Henri “kankster” Ward. The softest beards in the whole, wide world… your wives should know how lucky they are to have you, after all the breaking in we did to get you guys ready for them! My “Detroit girl ” shawntise beacham for listening to me bitch, moan, complain, lust, and watch the men in blue at 36th district court and entertain her with my outlandish dramas without laughing too hard… you go girl!! To roberta bryant. Friend and mentor supreme. Thanking you for all the wonderful advice wouldn’t be enough… Odie Uddyback… a friend in need and beyond. My second family: toni howard, bertha stephens, val coleman, ross howard, howie, elaine lott, laura “loretta” simmons, thank you…

To the boys/men who have inspired some of the extremely tall tales found in these pages… D. S. For taking, leading me to the path of being myself without compromising dignity. It took someone like him coming into my life for me to understand what I am all about and remembering what I am suppose to be. To M. for allowing to remember that I could fall hopelessly in love even if only for a few minutes despite my assurances that it was impossible. To HC for taking me on the best date, real or imagined I ever had and forcing me to take a chance on love. To Cookie for loving me when I didn’t love myself. To MG for showing me what love isn’t. For anyone who felt that I forgot him or her on purpose, I didn’t. I just ran out of space…


Forward

Contrary to the title, this isn’t all sexually oriented, although there are some pretty “racy” materials wrapped inside. The title came to me out of the blue and with some help from Paula. I was working on the last pages of my first collection of poetry when I noticed that I kept writing on a certain groove, to keep everything straight in my head, I decided to write until it ended, It didn’t and the result is this collection.

I will admit that many of the situations may or may not be factually based on the experienced of me and some of my friends. I have taken the liberty of distorting the facts so no one will be too offended and wish to sue.

What is the most important thing is the message, not the messenger. Sexuality isn’t anything to be ashamed of. Unless of course it involves children or animals, the law enforcement should be called. It is a wonderful part of the human existence, experience. That first kiss, the first time you hold hands, the butterflies in stomach experience, it’s what makes the slow times slow and the romantic times even more special.

Nothing will grab everybody, if it did I’d be very surprised and a bit afraid. Variety is the spice of life. If one poem, story or essay catches your attention and makes you think about the love you lost, forgotten or long for, that’s what it’s all about.

Sex is between the ears long before it ever hits between the legs.