Melanin Perfect
28, poet, revolutionary, freak, Dom, Leader, Super Hero. Chicago native. My pics tagged #me
“Now, every time I witness a strong person, I want to know: What darkness did you conquer in your story? Mountains do not rise without earthquakes.”
— Katherine MacKenett
It gets darkest when the light leaves…
So I went to the grocery store which my friends know is a huge deal since I hate going out during the day. Too much dumb humans. I get to the juice I want and they always put my fav shit on the bottom shelf. I’m in my AirPods grooving and something says look around after I bend over for my juice. This super flamboyant gay guy is dead ass blatantly staring at my ass. Like, even when I look at a girl I try not to get caught to avoid this bullshit feeling of disgust. If I get caught I do the polite thing and look away so she don’t feel like I just been following her tryna be a creep. He dead ass stared and stretched his neck to see my ass while I turned towards him. So I pulled out an earbud and politely say, “strictly straight please stop staring at me now” (I get it I have long hair and am comfortable in my own skin and nowadays some guys get it twisted no bigs). This MF got the nerve to say “wasn’t nobody looking at you”. Now I’m pissed bc bruh….I deadass was looking you in the eye when you did it and you coulda saved that lie. So I’m like “whatever bruh.” This creep follows me for 3 aisle changes….wtf. Like I literally went back to the first aisle again to make sure it wasn’t coincidental. So needless to say I went off (kid from Chicago and I don’t play that following me shit.) why this MF have the nerve to say I’m homophobic?!?! First off I don’t have a phobia of shit bout being gay. It ain’t for me but that don’t equal fear. Second what does you being a fucking creepy peeping Tom gotta do with you being gay. If you was a straight middle aged white boy and you intentionally followed me I’d have went off too ya creep. Third don’t try to use that gay shit as a shield for ya fuckery. My lil bro gay and he ain’t never said he had to be a fucking creep to do it. Lastly be glad ya gay because I ain’t tryna catch a hate crime for fucking you up so I walked away. Don’t push ya luck. PSA IF YOU FOLLOW THE WRONG ONE YOU BOUND TO GET PUNCHED. Moral of the story is he got butt hurt when I called him out and tried it not knowing I’m all bout them hands…guess he wasn’t bc he declined the invite to my parking lot meeting in my office. Apparently ain’t bout that walking how I talk it life. So sick of humans and the idiots they produce.
I’m a take a mental note kinda guy. When you try to play me because I tell you I’m down and out of work it’s noted. Especially since I was lying and just started my dream job and am making more than I ever have before. You’ll figure out your mistake when I pull up in my corvette and I’ll still be sweet but I def won’t be wasting time on any meaningful conversations about how fucked up your life has been recently. Can’t be cool with a liar thru actions or a stuck up judgemental asshole
(Butler voice) Your coochie, sir
We do shit like this sometimes at my house
“If you have to beg someone to be in your life, they don’t deserve to be there.”
— Mandy Hale
(via naturaekos)
BLACK = I would date you.
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
YELLOW = I don’t know you at all.
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
BROWN = I don’t like you.
PINK = I think you are unattractive.
RED = I hate you with a burning passion.
WHITE = You scare me.
RAINBOW = BED PLZ.
SCARLET = You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something.
MAROON = You taught me something new.
CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar.
PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh
MAUVE = You are really talented
BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better.
CYAN = We have very little in common
THISTLE = I only just started following you
INDIGO = I’ve been following you for a long time
FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold
COPPER = Your blog content is trash (and I love it)
VERMILION = You make me feel passionate
HONEYDEW = I want to call you by a nickname
LAVENDER = You inspire me
CORAL = You’re a meme
UMBER = I want to know more about you
FORGET-ME-NOT = You remind me of somebody
RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you
ARSENIC = I don’t know how to describe the way I feel about you
WINE = You make me feel kinda funny, like when we used to climb the rope in gym class
SAFFRON = I love your ideas
TIMBERWOLF = I trust you
FALLOW = I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you
PLUM = I’d like to chat with you
TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic
SAGE = You make me cry
CRIMSON = We should collaborate on something!
VIRIDIAN = I wanna hang out on your blog
CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie
BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you
If you are a typically strong woman, though happen to have a submissive core, you might relate to this. I cant say it’s about tone, a look, or even presence, because it can also come through in a mere written sentence… an innocent conversation even. It is that little endorphin rush, a feeling not unlike that crackle of electricity when a powerful and attractive man boldly steps just a little bit too close and as much as you’d like to deny the attraction, your blush belies it. At once, you feel irritation at such a predictable reaction, and the indisputable realization that this is a hard wired reaction that you couldn’t stop if you tried. Even knowing how experienced and charming he is, the knowledge that he is not only aware of his effect, but thoroughly enjoying it, a wolf slyly smiling at the scent of prey… it is both infuriating, as well as deliciously irresistable. It is an ingrained deferential response to genuine dominance, that eludes rational definition or explanation. In a world where women have had to become strong, intimidating even, never letting her guard down, in order to navigate it, what a terrifying, yet delightful feeling it is to be honored by the focus of strength and power that permits her to smile, feel appreciated and understood, and just allowed to embrace being small and submissive, if even just for a moment. This is a gift of Dominance. ~dd
Dominance doesn’t require toys…