Soooooo, I don't want to talk about Ferguson right now. I don't want to talk about protests or riots or boys lost too young and too soon. I don't want to talk fight the power, damn the man, no justice, no peace. I don't even want to talk about reasons, ramifications or revenge. This whole week has been a rollercoaster of confusion, hurt and helplessness; I've spent far too much time with tears peeking over edges at the cliffs of my eyelids and I don't need anymore angst filled conversations at the moment. My heart just can't take it.
What I want is to talk about fine ass black men. I want to discuss chocolate dipped skin and cocoa colored eyes with full lips like pillows that dish out honey coated kisses. I want to converse on the topic of washboard abs and gleaming pearly white smiles that draw me in with that gravel filled, joyous laugh. Let's have a conversation about love and loving; being loved, sharing love and making love. I want to talk black love because it is the only way to heal black pain.
In the words of Nikki Giovanni, "Black love is black wealth"; if we concentrate on loving one another maybe we can smother hatred. More than violence and vehemence love has been the primary force behind any human movement that has actually worked. I've been reading A LOT of bell hooks lately and she has my mind set on love. The author, feminist and activist believes LOVE should be the word plastered across our lips in any effort to make change. "The greatest movement for social justice our country has ever known is the civil rights movement and it was totally rooted in a love ethic." What I took from that is instead of raging against each other we should be rubbing on each other (maybe I'm a lil liberal with my interpretation. Sue me.) We should be fostering self love and a collective love of black skin that forces injustice to flee from the residual love vibes perfuming the air.
In honor of this impending love fest, I'd like to share some of my favorite bewitching beaus who constantly remind me that black men are lucious and laudable even in a world that constantly struggles to climb on their backs and strangle the essence of their royalty. These beautiful black boys remind me that my son has something to look forward to: looks and substance. Each man on this list not only embodies the epitome of physical pleasantries but also contributes to this world in tangible and pragmatic ways (cue spine tingle now). Take a peek at some of the men who make me glad I have a uterus available to bear their offspring:
Now remember, these men are TRICKY not because they lie, cheat or beat on women. They are not TRICKY because they have sordid pasts and have made mistakes. EVERYONE has a sordid past and has made mistakes. They are TRICKY simply because they are complex, like we all are. See, the trick to changing the way we view Black men and Black people in general is to stop boxing them in. Stop putting every Black man into the thug category because he had a run in with the law. Stop putting him into the deadbeat category because he didn't marry his child's mother. Stop labeling and realize that people are simply balls of complexities and the fun in life is discovering the beauty of what makes us tick.
I now give you permission to daydream that any one of these men (except for Miles!) is in your home right now preparing perfectly seasoned southern fried catfish and collard greens with a bottle of red wine on the ready and a New York Times article ready for your perusal and spirited conversation afterwards (said cutie is also primed to rub any part of your body that is aching without expecting coitus immediately afterwards). But more than daydreams of lust, let's daydream about a world where Black men are seen for who they are; indviduals who are beautiful and complex, strong and intelligent, mistake makers but also life changers. When we begin to see Black men as MEN and not demons only then will the killing stop. And when we see Black men as worthy of unconditional and unadulterated love we change the world. Let's love each other to life, not death, and as a collective community, let's teach the powers that be that a loved and loving people are never dispensable.
What I want is to talk about fine ass black men. I want to discuss chocolate dipped skin and cocoa colored eyes with full lips like pillows that dish out honey coated kisses. I want to converse on the topic of washboard abs and gleaming pearly white smiles that draw me in with that gravel filled, joyous laugh. Let's have a conversation about love and loving; being loved, sharing love and making love. I want to talk black love because it is the only way to heal black pain.
In the words of Nikki Giovanni, "Black love is black wealth"; if we concentrate on loving one another maybe we can smother hatred. More than violence and vehemence love has been the primary force behind any human movement that has actually worked. I've been reading A LOT of bell hooks lately and she has my mind set on love. The author, feminist and activist believes LOVE should be the word plastered across our lips in any effort to make change. "The greatest movement for social justice our country has ever known is the civil rights movement and it was totally rooted in a love ethic." What I took from that is instead of raging against each other we should be rubbing on each other (maybe I'm a lil liberal with my interpretation. Sue me.) We should be fostering self love and a collective love of black skin that forces injustice to flee from the residual love vibes perfuming the air.
In honor of this impending love fest, I'd like to share some of my favorite bewitching beaus who constantly remind me that black men are lucious and laudable even in a world that constantly struggles to climb on their backs and strangle the essence of their royalty. These beautiful black boys remind me that my son has something to look forward to: looks and substance. Each man on this list not only embodies the epitome of physical pleasantries but also contributes to this world in tangible and pragmatic ways (cue spine tingle now). Take a peek at some of the men who make me glad I have a uterus available to bear their offspring:
Denzel Washington
Taye Diggs
Idris Elba
Common
Mos Def
Laz Alonso
Nathan Jarrett-Stewart
Hill Harper
Chadwick Boseman
Ol' I'm Black and I'm Proud Tricky Ass Black Man
You know him as James Brown or Jackie Robinson. He knows himself as actor, screenwriter, director and playwright. And who could possibly resist that smile? I love him because he plays our legends with a depth, complexity and honesty that is worthy of human icons. He takes his life and work seriously and spreads his talent around for the masses to enjoy. Not only has he played great singers and baseball players he has also directed and written plays for the Hip Hop Theatre Project. He has a film directorial debut due in November 2017; I'll be the first in line for a ticket.
Nate Parker
Michael B. Jordan
Jesse Williams
Andre 3000
Ol' Musical Genius Quirky Tricky Ass Black Man
This American rapper, singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, record producer and actor could possibly be the sexiest weirdo on the planet. Sometimes I think he was gifted to us from another Solar system. As part of the brillance that is Outkast he had already wowed us with music talent from somewhere in the stars but when he started acting and become a sartorial idol I was in heaven. He has dipped his exquisite pinky into everything from creating his own line of menswear called Benjamin bixby to being the mouthpeice for those without language as an animal activist. He also entertained the babies by created a show for Cartoon Network called Class of 3000 and he was name World's Sexist Vegetarian Celebrity. Always a model for flaunting your uniqueness, I love the way he lets his presence and joy show us how to just be who we are. I might just give up bacon for you, Ice Cold.
Miles
I now give you permission to daydream that any one of these men (except for Miles!) is in your home right now preparing perfectly seasoned southern fried catfish and collard greens with a bottle of red wine on the ready and a New York Times article ready for your perusal and spirited conversation afterwards (said cutie is also primed to rub any part of your body that is aching without expecting coitus immediately afterwards). But more than daydreams of lust, let's daydream about a world where Black men are seen for who they are; indviduals who are beautiful and complex, strong and intelligent, mistake makers but also life changers. When we begin to see Black men as MEN and not demons only then will the killing stop. And when we see Black men as worthy of unconditional and unadulterated love we change the world. Let's love each other to life, not death, and as a collective community, let's teach the powers that be that a loved and loving people are never dispensable.