No Males, Thanks

while i sip a sorrel ginger beer spumante,

i am deeply amused by two situations that are so much alike:

white people who deny they are racists

and men, sorry eh, but i can only speak with great knowledge of black men

who deny, stage, pretend and act like their riders, arent.

was at a lime last night and it was hilarious

and all my family males/both brothers, both, in public arenas

first of all i need to tell you how one showed up to a fete the night before with two chicks with him. one thinks she is his girlfriend, the other one says she is his good friend but flies out with him when ever he is going. remember that one--the flying out one.

but last night, the fly out one, had a lime party at her house

my whole side family clan was there-- the boys' mother, aunt, sister, and me cousin. if you see scenes.

now. what i did not tell you. the one who was in fete with the two chicks. is married. yes. uh huh.

so watch scenes. he shows up. he does not go to greet her or anyone there, but comes out the car with jacket on hanger, and proceeds to enter house and home, greeting whomever was in his path, but he was not a guest there. man reach home. me and my cousin look at each other. we are the two with the sense as women, without the drama, discord and strife all the other women about us sign up for. and oh do we see it, from my cousin's brother, to the emulated behavior of his two sons. we talk all the time of why she is single, but has peace of mind. she grew up witnessing the shenanigans, tricks and scenes of a series of men in our family, all women runners, all incredibly goodlooking, charming and i eh know what they have but shit, the women just lay down and take it. anyway. we laugh. then we see him come out with change of clothes when he carried none in. i started wining on my cousin. we can be clowns.

then the next brother now. aye yai yay!

he has this stupid young chick who was pretty much living in my cousin's house. we have all manner of family gatherings, limes, reunions and this boy takes her No. Where. brings her to none of it, and she thinks she is his woman. so he has a new girlfriend now, one also from a famous family name. she came in as a manager, but that too was just scenes. so he pulls up to the lime. I gather he sees his just left home 'girlffiend and her mom at the lime, so he decides he cant come and stay, we only presume he had the manager in the car, so he rolls. and i am stunned by how much can go on in one session, one sitting, one scene, one place, and have to wonder how many see, are aware, and know what tricks playing

i feel my knowledge and orientation of trini men are now complete. i cant imagine being snookered by nary one of them ever again. i cant be brain dead and i am not asleep

part of the scenes too, is that one of the next generation cousins, seemed to have been given the role as wingman and stand in to girlfriend in the presence of family. but when I asked him who he came with he says no one.

i . just. cant. with these men.

and i do wonder if it is their lack of proper models and instead, the opposite, made them this way