#I take back all my Quincy slander

[toasted-valentine]

Taking a college philosophy course for the first time has made me realize that Quincy Martin had the most justified crash out ever.

[akaluan]

DE: Dawn of the Second Day (two days remain)

((This is the last piece of this scene. There will be more scenes from Ukitake and Kyouraku’s pov, but they happen later in the arc and so they’ll come out at a later point.))

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Dawn arrived, and with it came the wards alerting Jyuushiro to the ryoka stirring. Grumbling unhappily at his interrupted sleep, he rolled over and yanked the blankets higher, burying his face in his pillow and reaching out to pull Shunsui closer—

Except Shunsui wasn’t there.

(Bastard.)

He pulled the blankets tighter, cocooning himself. Shunsui could make due with whatever he could pry free when he returned, Jyuushiro decided vindictively. It would serve the bastard right. He knew how much Jyuushiro hated waking up unexpectedly.

(Something niggled at his brain. A reason. A thought.)

(He shouldn’t be leaving Shunsui alone right now… should he?)

The wards pinged again.

“Go back to sleep,” Jyuushiro snarled into his pillow. “No one needs to be… up… at—”

His /wards/!

Jyuushiro sat up abruptly, blinking hazily in the direction of the alert. Wards? His wards were… going off? What—

He bit back a curse, scrubbing at his eyes and trying to dislodge the haze from his brain. “Morning people,” Jyuushiro huffed in despair, shoving the blankets back and prying himself from his warm nest. He stumbled through his morning routine on autopilot, then into the kitchen to make himself some much needed tea—

Only to find a teapot already set out, a faint kido-barrier around it to keep it at the perfect temperature, and a large mug with flower and heart designs set out next to it, ready to be filled. Jyuushiro scowled at the offering, poured himself a mug, drank half of it, topped it back off, then turned to stalk towards where he sensed Shunsui’s reiatsu.

“You’re not forgiven,” Jyuushiro grumbled at Shunsui, closing the door behind him and stalking out onto the deck next to his friend.

“Jyuu-kun never forgives me,” Shunsui whined playfully, still watching Urahara’s son through his spyglass.

He huffed. “Get up at a decent hour, then. Maybe I’ll start forgiving you.” Jyuushiro leaned against the railing and squinted into the distance; his wards told him the ryoka was moving about, but at this distance he couldn’t see much more than a dark shape in the light of dawn. “Spying, are we?”

Shunsui hummed in agreement, offering his spyglass and gesturing towards where the ryoka was moving about. “Have a look.”

He reluctantly set his mug of tea down, then accepted the spyglass and peered through it. Urahara’s son was moving about, wary and watchful and clearly suspicious of the basket and supplies that Jyuushiro had left the previous night. But he was also /looking/ at it, instead of simply fleeing the moment he awoke.

But that wasn’t what would have captured Shunsui’s interest. Jyuushiro scanned the boy more closely, taking in everything about him this time. It wasn’t until the ryoka stood from his crouch that Jyuushiro spotted what Shunsui had earlier. “Is that..?” Jyuushiro lowered the spyglass and passed it back to his friend, needing to take another drink of his tea as he processed what he’d seen. “Does he really have..?”

Shunsui accepted the spyglass and raised it up once more. “Twin blades. I think it’s a constant release right now, so I don’t know if they’re more akin to my blades or yours, but… yes.”

Jyuushiro contemplated his tea for a moment, twisting the cup this way and that. All the years that had passed, centuries gone by, without a single dual-blade user beyond themselves, and now someone had /finally/ appeared. “When this is over…” Jyuushiro hesitated, then shook his head. “If everything works out, in the end, I’d like to train him.”

His friend laughed and leaned against the railing, a mischievous grin on his face and no hint of the previous evening’s fear and hatred. “Why did I know you were going to sa—ooof!”

The breath wheezed out of Shunsui’s lungs as Jyuushiro casually jabbed an elbow into his friend’s stomach. He caught the spyglass as it slipped from Shunsui’s fingers and raised it up to take another look, evaluating the boy like he would any fresh Shinigami recruit and ignoring Shunsui’s sputtering laughter.

“Unfair advantage!” Shunsui yelped as soon as he regained his breath.

“Mmmhm, of course.” The boy was not inexperienced, Jyuushiro concluded, though he was likely self-taught. He was comfortable with the weight of the blades, so they were a familiar and trusted presence, but he still made small, aborted movements and gestures where the placement of the blades got in his way.

So either he hadn’t had two blades before he was Hollowfied, or his sealed blade was like Jyuushiro’s and only became a dual weapon when released. If it was the second, then either the boy’s reiatsu had skyrocketed during the transition, or his control was shot. Either, or perhaps even both, was likely.

(Shinigami. Hollow. A discarded piece of Quincy equipment.)

(Was Urahara experimenting with making a hybrid of all the races? And was it just an experiment, or was his son a weapon aimed at someone?)

(He couldn’t discount anything.)

“Well?”

Shunsui’s voice pulled his attention back to his friend, and he lowered the spyglass and folded it closed, thoughts racing.

(The best way to find answers was to go looking.)

“Will you be alright with this, Shunsui?” Jyuushiro asked softly, handing the folded spyglass back and looking at Shunsui worriedly. “Last night…”

His friend grimaced and leaned into the railing, staring down at the pond below them. “I’ll… I’ll be alright.” He took a deep breath, then shook his head and glanced over at Jyuushiro, his eyes dark with memories. “He’s not caused any problems so far. And… if we get close to him, if we can train him…”

“We’ll know him,” Jyuushiro finished.

“Yeah.” Shunsui looked out over the pond, a wry half-smile pulling up one corner of his mouth. “What do you think Sensei will say to us picking up a protege?”

“He’ll tell you not to infect the boy with your laziness,” Jyuushiro replied dryly.

“Hah! Me?” Shunsui scoffed and straightened, nudging Jyuushiro with his hip and smirking. “I recall Sensei being much more displeased with your attempts at skipping training than my own.”

“I did no such thing.” He nudged his friend back, hard enough to make Shunsui sway in place, then picked up his mug and turned with a flourish, intent on going back inside. “You’re clearly becoming forgetful in your old age.”

Shunsui squawked in outrage and darted after him. “Old age?! I’m not the one with white hair, here!”

Jyuushiro paused and stared thoughtfully at his friend for a moment, then solemnly reached out to tug on a loose lock of hair had had escaped Shunsui’s hair tie. “Are you sure about that?”

“Wh— lies!” His friend jerked back and pulled his hair over his shoulder, making a show of combing through the strands with his fingers and examining it closely. “Absolute lies and slander! I’m going to tell Nanao-chan you called me /old/!”

“Oh dear, did I hit a bit close to home?” Jyuushiro chuckled as he poured himself another mug of tea, then leaned back against the counter and watched his friend’s dramatics with fond amusement. “I’ll make sure to look suitably contrite when she comes to lecture about your delicate old-man feelings.”

Shunsui gave him a baleful look, then sighed and slumped over the kitchen table, mumbling as he did, “This is revenge for this morning, isn’t it.”

“Mmmmm,” he hummed, smiling into his tea. “You know my answer to that.”

“Sometimes I wonder why we’re friends,” Shunsui muttered grumpily. “All you ever do is threaten and make fun of me.”

“Yes, I’m horribly cruel to you.”

Shunsui lifted his head enough to scowl playfully at Jyuushiro. “Everyone believes your lies. They’re all caught up in how nice and kind you are.” He lifted a hand and pointed at Jyuushiro. “But I’m on to you. I know your ways, you evil man, and some day they’ll all realize how horribly you’ve deceived them all.”

Jyuushiro just smiled cheerfully at his friend and took another drink of his tea. If Shunsui was feeling comfortable enough to fall back into their usual banter, then maybe this had a chance to work.

(/Don’t prove my trust wrong, Urahara-kun. Please,/) Jyuushiro prayed, as the boy moved out from under his wards and back into Seireitei proper. (/I don’t want to face you across the battlefield./)

[cathierrr]

How I Met Your Father

I am a mother that was not perfect. Many of my mistakes could have been avoided. Was I too young and immature to be a wife and mother?  Did my parents and grandparents try to tell us? Sure they did! No one could convince me otherwise. I’m laying it right out here in the first paragraph. Absolutely flawed the first time around. Not flawed to the extent Todd was in danger or lacking for anything, including love. We were just too young to be married let alone have children. Todd was an only child until he was 14.

However, there’s no way in hell that I’m owning that my marriage or mothering skills lacked the second time around.

Contrary to the podcasts, I was an excellent wife and mother. All the gaslighting you throw at me will not change my feelings on this subject. My story is backed with public records through court documents, police reports, pictures, even a voice mail recording from 1986.  Included in my story is a sister that has fabricated a lot of my story to my two younger children. Based on Cindy’s lies she’s also part of this story. I’m not skipping over her shortcomings either. So sis time to make another appointment with your Dr to up your Prozac. Please don’t forget the dentist too because you are going to be grinding your teeth again after this. There are no words worthy of my sister Cindy’s twisted mental contribution to this situation, but I’m sure going to try. A lot of witnesses have passed on, but fortunately many are still living. They have very sharp memories on the matter of what truly happened. Slander is a serious charge and provable in this story. Saving the best for last, I also have very detailed Journals dating from 1984 until 2010. I have condensed my earlier years in order to jump to the story of my final husband, Richard “Rick” Thomas Rockwood.  What caused me to relive this drama is my daughter. Danica’s recent podcast (Adapt/Overcome, part 2) stating that she didn’t remember why her parents got divorced. In a way I blame myself because I didn’t want to bad mouth their father.  I would love to forget most of it but I’m rehashing it because I feel it’s time to put the story out there. If I didn’t participate in this story I would hesitate to believe it was true. Unfortunately, it happened. I met Todd’s father, Mike the day after I graduated high school on June 6, 1972, my 18th birthday. When I went away to college that fall I was “in love”. I didn’t make it further than the first semester in Quincy, IL. All I wanted to do was get married and be a mother. We were married on January 26, 1974, I was 19. A week before our first anniversary we had Todd Joseph on January 19th, 1975. I was age 20.

Am I sorry for my shortcomings as Todd’s mother? Absolutely, I have expressed that to Todd many times in vain. I love Todd and always will regardless of how he feels about me. Todd has never been a warm or forgiving person towards me. I’m sure he’s nicer to others. I know he loves his siblings. Years later we’re driving to have a family portrait done. Todd’s home for a visit from the seminary where he had been for 5 years. Todd didn’t stop telling me his opinion of me as his mother until we arrived at the Palm Beach Catholic Church. He wanted to go to mass where the Kennedy’s went prior to the family portrait. Once we lit some candles and got back in the car, Todd continued his assessment of me. The family portrait would only have my three children in it. By the time we arrived my eyes were too red and swollen from crying.  My shortcomings were that I married his father who he has less respect for than me, but he loves the rest of his fathers family so he overlooks his alcoholic, classless red neck father (his words many times). He was a victim of divorce (we spoiled him more because of it which didn’t help) and I smoked marijuana. He is right on all of my shortcomings. I was young and thought pot would be legal soon. I missed that projected date by about 40 years. In my defense I learned from it and never smoked around my younger children. Now it’s a mute point but I am owning my shortcomings. Todd has accused me of too many other things that never happened.

I always knew that following the teachings of the Bible would not be his final path. A month after the family portrait episode Todd calls me in tears. The seminary in Cheshire, CT is letting him go. Not exactly letting him go. He had some medical problems during his seminary stay and the church wanted Todd to start his work in a church. 

They felt missionary work that Todd wanted would require things that might affect his health. He’d already almost died from gallbladder surgery and later back surgery. All of this by the time he was 21.  I told him this was a sign from God to do something else. I offered my home at no cost (that changed 3 months before he left). He could go to college and start his life. He also mentioned that his step father showed him that money and power was the best way to make it. Today Todd is an international corporate attorney in London. He hates me and has nothing good to say about me. I’m fine with his feelings until I come across his blatant lies.  It’s just my personal opinion, but is this really the expected behavior of a former priest?

October 25, 1985, Friday night Sandy Belcher and I had just left a great rock concert by Heart. It was at the West Palm Beach Auditorium (now known as The Jehovah Witness Center on the corner of North Congress Avenue and Palm Beach Lakes Blvd.). The auditorium was about a mile from my office. It was my favorite place for concerts not just because it was small and close. The building was circular and when there was nothing going on, you could drive up the ramp to the ticket window, purchase future tickets and drive away, no parking necessary. In the future Rick and I would see many concerts there including Eddy Murphy, Rodney Dangerfield. A little over a year later on December 27, 1986, we would take Todd to his first concert there with Cyndi Lauper. Rick and I had gotten engaged two days earlier on Christmas Eve.

Sandy bought the tickets for her and her boyfriend, Johnny Connelly. Johnny backed out at the last minute. Sandy didn’t want to go alone and I was almost done packing at home, so we went.  We had front row seats!

After the concert, we hit Big Daddy’s, also just down the street on Okeechobee Blvd. Robin Gufstason and Amy Boehler were going to be there prior to our arrival and would have a table for us.  Isn’t it funny how fate takes over? I would have stayed home and finished packing if Johnny had decided to go. In hindsight I kind of wished he had. There were good times too, especially my children. I hold onto those memories when reliving my story.

I remember walking into Big Daddy’s and getting a seat at Robin and Amy’s front row table. At the time, Sandy, Robin, Amy and I all worked together at the West Palm Beach Better Business Bureau. Robin and I were also roommates. I had moved to West Palm Beach a year earlier on April 1, 1984. I remembered the date well for 3 reasons. It was April Fool’s Day, also was my cousin Janine’s birthday. Janine’s brother Bruce was my age and my first encounter with a bully. Trust me when I say, never be around a bully on April Fool’s Day.

Robin’s boyfriend had just got transferred to Daytona which meant we could no longer share the the home we were renting in Palm Beach Gardens. I was moving in with Carmen Parish and her son, Adam on Sunday to Browning St. in West Palm Beach. After the band went on break, my roommate Robin goes outside with the band. Apparently Robin was not thrilled with her boyfriend whose name escapes me. Moving to Dayton was according to Robin “bumming her out” so a little payback with the drummer was her goal. Meanwhile, Amy mentions she has had her eye on one of the guys at the bar since he got there about an hour earlier. She could see he was finally staring at our table, she just knew he was going to ask her to dance after the band got off break. It seemed to me that the guy Amy had her hook for was already with a tall blonde. When I mentioned the blonde to Amy she said that wasn’t a deal breaker!? Amy and I didn’t share the same views at times. When the band break was over I noticed the tall blonde with the guy Amy was pumped up about was coming towards our table. She tells me her name is Lisa and she came over to our table because the guy she is with wanted to meet me. The guy is named Rick and is the brother of Lisa’s boyfriend David. Evidently Lisa and David had recently broke up and Rick took her out to cheer her up. By now Robin is back at our table and tells me to meet him. Knowing that Amy saw him first made me hesitate but Amy agreed I should. Rick came to our table and was very personable and handsome. I had recently broke off with my long term boyfriend and wasn’t looking for another.  After dancing for an hour I told Rick I had to go since I had to work in the morning. Rick asked me on a date for the next night. His friend Mark and his girlfriend were having a Halloween party in Wellington. I’m big on Halloween so I accepted. He walked me to my car and I gave him my address. He told me he loved my car. I had just gotten a red VW bug and also loved it.  It’s funny how much changes during a courtship. Later he will tell everyone that when he met me I was living out of boxes with a “piece of shit car”. I had no clue that night just how much my life would change. Until next time, Cathie

[indomitablekushite]

An interesting post I saw on FB

White women's opinion of black women & a brother's response Please take a moment and read this. I started not to read it with his explanation of what he thinks a successful black man was, and the picture came with the article I found on Google Plus ...anyway Agree or disagree

It seems that an article was written to Sister 2 Sister magazine by a Caucasian woman who requested a response from black men. I'm so glad she got what she asked for (and more) !!!

Dear Jamie: I'm sorry but I would like to challenge some of your Black male readers. I am a White female who is engaged to a Black male-good-looking, educated and loving. I just don't understand a lot of Black female's attitudes about our relationship. My man decided he wanted me because the pickings amongst Black women were slim to none. As he said they were either too fat, too loud, too mean, too argumentative, too needy, too materialistic or carrying too much excess baggage. Before I became engaged, whenever I went out I was constantly approached by Black men, willing to wine and dine me and give me the world. If Black women are so up in arms about us being with their men, why don't they look at themselves and make some changes. I am tired of the dirty looks I get and snide remarks when we're out in public. I would like to hear from some Black men about why we are so appealing and coveted by them. Bryant Gumbel just left his wife of 26 years for one of us Charles Barkley, Scottie Pippen, the model Tyson Beckford, Montell Williams, Quincy Jones, James Earl Jones, Harry Belafonte, Sydney Poitier, Kofi Anan, Cuba Gooding Jr., Don Cornelius, Berry Gordy, Billy Blanks, Larry Fishburne, Wesley Snipes... I could go on and on. But, right now, I'm a little angry and that is why I wrote this so hurriedly. Don't be mad with us White women because so many of your men want us. Get your acts together and learn from us and we may lead you to treat your men better. If I'm wrong, Black men, let me know. Disgusted White Girl, Somewhere in VA RESPONSE

NOW PEEP HIS RESPONSE....... _________________________________________________

Dear Jamie: I would like to respond to the letter written by A Disgusted White Girl. Let me start by saying that I am a 28-year old black man. I graduated from one of the most prestigious universities in Atlanta, Georgia with a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Business Management. I have a good job at a major corporation and have recently purchased a house. So, I consider myself to be among the ranks of successful black men. I will not use my precious time to slander white people. I just want to set the record straight of why black men date white women. Back in the day, one of the biggest reasons why black men dated white women was because they were considered easy. The black girls in my neighborhood were raised in the church. They were very strict about when they lost their virginity and who they lost it to. Because of our impatience to wait, brothers would look for someone who would give it up easy without too much hassle. So, they turned to the white girls. Nowadays, in my opinion, a lot of brothers date white women because they are docile and easy to control. A lot of black men, because of insecurities, fears, and overall weaknesses, have become intimidated by the strength of our black women. We are afraid that our woman will be more successful than us, make more money than us, drive nicer cars and own bigger houses.

Because of this fear, many black men look for a more docile woman. Someone we can control. I have talked to numerous black men and they continuously comment on how easy it is to control and walk over their white women. I just want to set the record straight. I want A Disgusted White Girl to know that not all successful black men date white women. Brothers like Ahmad Rashad, Denzel Washington, Michael Jordan, Morris Chestnut, Will Smith, Blair Underwood, Kenneth "Babyface" Edmonds, Samuel L. Jackson, and Chris Rock all married strong black women And, to flip the script, there are numerous white men, in and out of the spot light, who openly or secretly desire black women over white women. Ted Danson, Robert DeNiro, and David Bowie to name a few. I just don't want a disgusted white girl to be misinformed Stop thinking that because you are white that you are some type of goddess. Remember, when black Egyptian Queens like Hatsepshut and Nitorcris were ruling Dynasties and armies of men in Egypt, you were over in the caves of Europe eating raw meat and beating each other over the head with clubs.

Read your history! It was the black woman that taught you how to cook and season your food. It was the black woman that taught you how to raise your children. It was black women who were breast feeding and raising your babies during slavery. It is the black woman that had to endure watching their fathers, husbands, and children beaten, killed, and thrown in jail. Black women were born with two strikes against them: being black and being a woman. And, through all this, Still They Rise! It is because of the black women's strength, elegance, power, love and beauty that I could> never> date anyone except my black Queen. It is not just the outer beauty that captivates and draws me to them. It is not the fact that they come in all shapes, sizes, colors and shades that I love them. Their inner beauty is what I find most appealing about black women. Their strong spirit, loving and nurturing souls, their integrity, their ability to overcome great obstacles, their willingness to stand for what they believe in, and their determination to succeed and reach their highest potential while enduring great pain and suffering is why I have fallen in love with black women. I honestly believe that your anger is geared more toward jealousy and envy more so than snotty looks. If this were not so, then why do you continuously go to tanning salons to darken your skin? If you are so proud to be white, then why don't you just be happy with your pale skin? Why do you continue to inject your lips, hips, and breasts with unnatural and dangerous substances so you can look fuller and more voluptuous? I think that your anger is really a result of you wanting to have what the black woman has.

BOTTOM LINE: If I were looking for a docile woman, someone I can walk over and control, I would give you a call. But, unfortunately, I am looking for a Virtuous Woman. Someone that can be a good wife and mother to my children. Someone who can be my best friend and understands my struggles. I am looking for a soul mate. I am looking for a sister and; unfortunately, you do not and CANNOT fit the bill. No offense taken, none given. Signed, Black Royalty

Wow!! We must pass this on to make the day of the Black Queens and remind our black kings of what they have

[blurogue86]

White women's opinion of black women & a brother's response Please take a moment and read this. Pretty Deep! Thumbs up to this black man.. Enjoy. It seems that an article was written to Sister 2 Sister magazine by a Caucasian woman who requested a response from black men. I'm so glad she got what she asked for (and more) !!! Dear Jamie: I'm sorry but I would like to challenge some of your Black male readers. I am a White female who is engaged to a Black male-good-looking, educated and loving. I just don't understand a lot of Black female's attitudes about our relationship. My man decided he wanted me because the pickings amongst Black women were slim to none. As he said they were either too fat, too loud, too mean, too argumentative, too needy, too materialistic or carrying too much excess baggage. Before I became engaged, whenever I went out I was constantly approached by Black men, willing to wine and dine me and give me the world. If Black women are so up in arms about us being with their men, why don't they look at themselves and make some changes. I am tired of the dirty looks I get and snide remarks when we're out in public. I would like to hear from some Black men about why we are so appealing and coveted by them. Bryant Gumbel just left his wife of 26 years for one of us Charles Barkley, Scottie Pippen, the model Tyson Beckford, Montell Williams, Quincy Jones, James Earl Jones, Harry Belafonte, Sydney Poitier, Kofi Anan, Cuba Gooding Jr., Don Cornelius, Berry Gordy, Billy Blanks, Larry Fishburne, Wesley Snipes... I could go on and on. But, right now, I'm a little angry and that is why I wrote this so hurriedly. Don't be mad with us White women because so many of your men want us. Get your acts together and learn from us and we may lead you to treat your men better. If I'm wrong, Black men, let me know. Disgusted White Girl, Somewhere in VA RESPONSE Dear Jamie: I would like to respond to the letter written by A Disgusted White Girl. Let me start by saying that I am a 28-year old black man. I graduated from one of the most prestigious universities in Atlanta, Georgia with a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Business Management. I have a good job at a major corporation and have recently purchased a house. So, I consider myself to be among the ranks of successful black men. I will not use my precious time to slander white people. I just want to set the record straight of why black men date white women. Back in the day, one of the biggest reasons why black men dated white women was because they were considered easy. The black girls in my neighborhood were raised in the church. They were very strict about when they lost their virginity and who they lost it to. Because of our impatience to wait, brothers would look for someone who would give it up easy without too much hassle. So, they turned to the white girls. Nowadays, in my opinion, a lot of brothers date white women because they are docile and easy to control. A lot of black men, because of insecurities, fears, and overall weaknesses, have become intimidated by the strength of our black women. We are afraid that our woman will be more successful than us, make more money than us, drive nicer cars and own bigger houses. Because of this fear, many black men look for a more docile woman. Someone we can control. I have talked to numerous black men and they continuously comment on how easy it is to control and walk over their white women. I just want to set the record straight. I want A Disgusted White Girl to know that not all successful black men date white women. Brothers like Ahmad Rashad, Denzel Washington, Michael Jordan, Morris Chestnut, Will Smith, Blair Underwood, Kenneth "Babyface" Edmonds, Samuel L. Jackson, and Chris Rock all married strong black women And, to flip the script, there are numerous white men, in and out of the spot light, who openly or secretly desire black women over white women. Ted Danson, Robert DeNiro, and David Bowie to name a few. I just don't want a disgusted white girl to be misinformed Stop thinking that because you are white that you are some type of goddess. Remember, when black Egyptian Queens like Hatsepshut and Nitorcris were ruling Dynasties and armies of men in Egypt, you were over in the caves of Europe eating raw meat and beating each other over the head with clubs. Read your history! It was the black woman that taught you how to cook and season your food. It was the black woman that taught you how to raise your children. It was black women who were breast feeding and raising your babies during slavery. It is the black woman that had to endure watching their fathers, husbands, and children beaten, killed, and thrown in jail. Black women were born with two strikes against them: being black and being a woman. And, through all this, Still They Rise! It is because of the black women's strength, elegance, power, love and beauty that I could> never> date anyone except my black Queen. It is not just the outer beauty that captivates and draws me to them. It is not the fact that they come in all shapes, sizes, colors and shades that I love them. Their inner beauty is what I find most appealing about black women. Their strong spirit, loving and nurturing souls, their integrity, their ability to overcome great obstacles, their willingness to stand for what they believe in, and their determination to succeed and reach their highest potential while enduring great pain and suffering is why I have fallen in love with black women. I honestly believe that your anger is geared more toward jealousy and envy more so than snotty looks. If this were not so, then why do you continuously go to tanning salons to darken your skin? If you are so proud to be white, then why don't you just be happy with your pale skin? Why do you continue to inject your lips, hips, and breasts with unnatural and dangerous substances so you can look fuller and more voluptuous? I think that your anger is really a result of you wanting to have what the black woman has. BOTTOM LINE: If I were looking for a docile woman, someone I can walk over and control, I would give you a call. But, unfortunately, I am looking for a Virtuous Woman. Someone that can be a good wife and mother to my children. Someone who can be my best friend and understands my struggles. I am looking for a soul mate. I am looking for a sister and; unfortunately, you do not and CANNOT fit the bill. No offense taken, none given. Signed, Black Royalty