Nights like these, aren’t hard to forget. Some guys pressed you with his methodic lips, swept a delicate hand across your face in dolled affection, left his sporadic taste on your tongue. It’s bland, the energy feels all wrong. You’ll wish the room was darker. When he stares, your eyes meet seconds. Decades. Your pupils shrink, you cut away, biting his neck, hoping he...
Gay Rappers? Will society ever be ready for that? No time soon I think. We still have double standards and insecurities to get over. While itâs ok for a man to talk about what positions he’s going to put his lady in, when a woman does it there’s just something about it that rubs us the wrong way. We’ve been raised with this ideal of a manhood being on a pedestal and when...