▣ Independent Author, Alphonso Taylor to Perform and Sell Books at Rock My Style fashion Show by JaiShaun Productions

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▣ Virgin (Alphonso, the Virgo)

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Virgin (Alphonso, the Virgo)

 

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▣ Tug of Women: Younger - Alphonso - Older

posted by Alphonso on October 5th, 2009 at 5:56 AM

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Tug of Women: Younger - Alphonso - Older

          When I became a legal, adult male, I went through an unusual turning point.  I started to get sick of women around my age and a tad bit older.  I felt they’re always too picky and full of games.  The understanding of what we both were looking for wasn’t exact matches.  Well, at least I tried to make sense of my ambitions and morals in a relationship.

          Eventually, I started being attracted to older women.  For a while, it seemed so weird and maybe it still is, but I can’t help what I like.  I chose these alternatives because, I once believed some older women are straightforward.  They know what they really want and are done lollygagging in the fields, at least some of them.  I don’t look to be taught anything.  I just see what I can offer to the experience. 

          The common factor, I always face with women I come across in my life is, the majority of them has baggage and self-conscious issues.  It’s as if, the damage has already been done, when I’m the runner up.  Sometimes, I don’t mind the sob stories because; I have had a fair share of insecurities and bad results from a male’s perspective.  So every now and then, I can relate, which leads to me showing effeminacy.  I have expressed deepest and closest secrets to scars of my past.  Growing up, I didn’t really see many examples of how an organized relationship should be.  I’m as emotional and sensitive as the opposite gender of me and I’m not soft or a bitch.  I can’t quite comprehend, why a lot of women say, I don’t listen or pay attention.  Some of you just like to hear yourselves flap your gums at me, like I’m still moist on the lobes.  I think it’s reversed.  Y’ALL DON’T PAY ATTENTION OR LISTEN TO ME.  Just because I can’t recite word for word everything you tell me, doesn’t mean it’s not programmed in memory.  Then, when I summarize the information, you’re looking shocked.  I try hard to feel for a woman to let her know, there is a man like myself who cares and don’t want to be on the roster as another asshole.  Until this day, if any woman has given me the title, I’ll swallow my rage to reputation and wear it.  I can’t be the “good-guy gem” all the time to women especially those who didn’t really deserve it in the first place.  I often have the objective to be the knight in shining armor, not the hero/saver.

          Later on, high expectations, bleak maintenance, and standards were expected of me.  Usually, I don’t mind going all out to meet them.  Just being that supporter, comforter and more to see to it a woman remains glamorous for duration.  I do this with compliments, gifts, and extras to show how romantic I can be with my natural sense of humor.  The gist is, sometimes I be struggling on the verge of going penniless to keep her pleased.  Not to have bragging rights, but I feel I do better than some men with a six-figure stipend.

          I’ll take this moment to close my eyes, so I can inhale and EXHALE … Now, I’m about to go cold ballistic.  Finally, I want to nip it in the bud.  I don’t know when it will be the last lash out.  Feel me! PLEASE, FEEL ME!

          The mess that has been driving me crazy is, when a woman asks or tells me to do something … Jump!  I suppose to be like, how high? Move pronto, Alphonso! My responses must be, “Sure, sweetie!”, “Not a problem, honey.”, “Okay, baby!”  Then, when I look forward to her doing her part, I get attitude, backtalk, delays, and a hard time in return.  It feels with a drop of a hat, I’m put on the backburner.  I wonder what’s the problem and why do I have to be on some waiting period?

          I have had a lady say to me, “I do things, when I feel like doing them.” Me personally, I DON’T WANNA HEAR THAT SHIT!  Tell it to the preacher!  Suppose I say, “I’ll treat you like a queen, when I feel like it?”  I’m willing to give you the shirt off my torso and it’s not like, I really do it to get any reciprocation.  It’s just the principle; I have feelings, needs and want too. In other words, my cake and eat it. I’m not looking for a superwoman or requesting much variety.  All I’m saying is, once in a blue moon or windy evening; can I be catered to without any suggestions?  I exercise patience, but sometimes I want things like yesterday.  Shouldn’t have to be postponed until a couple of days, weeks and months as you put me front and center on cue.  We’re both into writing and you don’t have to acknowledge me for editing ¾ of your novel in stance. Now, if you give me a copy, I’m tossing it in the trash.

          As a few women decide to come through for me, they say, I’m using them.  How in the hell am I using you?  You gained from the shed of my blood, sweat, tears, and financial earnings.  Constantly, smiling in my face and acting prissy.  Then when everything isn’t peaches and cream, you have the belief, I’m ruined for life.  Your doubtfulness of me is so severe and still you search for me to make you my wife.

          I’ve been given the explanation that there’s no 50/50 in a relationship.  I feel, if a man and a woman is not about making each other happy or intensifying the happiness already available, what’s the purpose of staying together?  Now, I see why most of us, including myself are single.  I’m a strong believer of fairness.  If we’re down, we pick each other up.

          When it comes to sex, I’m not the highly sexed sign in the universe.  But ooooh, I possess multi-dimensions of freakiness, which I can get wild and nasty.  My affection is artfully deep of a sensitive lover from cuddling, foreplay to coitus.  I focus on minutiae to make sure BOTH of our anatomy has orgasmic relief.  I would do it from a strand of a woman’s hair to the tip of her toenails.  Whatever is started between the sheets, a Virgo finishes it.

          Lately, I’ve been hearing the strangest remarks.  Some women said, I done left them hanging, they haven’t climaxed from me in a while, and I only seem to be out for myself.  I can’t see how that is, when I’m always the move maker to the most idealistic and creative one in the bedroom to adventurous somewhere else.  In other words, I stay putting in the effort to allure fantasies to fulfillment.  Why the process of Bump-N-Grind has to begin with me often?  I even have to tell a woman to take her clothes off or I do all the undressing, so we can get busy.  SHIT, UNDRESS AND SPOIL ME!  If my drive hasn’t been functioning properly and it’s in a recession like the past horrible economy, then so be it.  All the time, my mind is saying, “Yessss!” and now sometimes my body says, “No!”  Some of it has to do with excessive masturbating I have done, which is not always suitable.  Then, again I mind as well be with Lapalma.  Meanwhile, I don’t have to read any stories or do a damn tape to prove my sexuality.  Right now, I deserve to hibernate.  I’m sick of doing the seducing and not be appreciated.  Honestly, I think some of you women can’t keep up as I’m in my prime.  I know one thing.  For now on, when an opportunity develops, I’m going to the extreme of Erotica and if a woman isn’t for it, SHAME ON YOU because I’m on fire.  It’s no shame in my flame and I don’t like to hold back.  How dare y’all to judge or question my sex appeal, when some of you probe as deadbeats with inhibitions.  Who are you to insult my insexilligence? 

          The virgin in me, she wants to know, do I turn you on, making you wet?  Do you desire me as much as I desire you?  I don’t ever want a woman to feel obligated to have sex with me, just because I want to.  Definitely, I’m not a hard guy to please.  I like for the moves to be made on me for a change.  Catch me off guard with the sensual surprises and I will surrender.  As usual, a woman does the ordeal to me as indication, it’s only a one time, sultry treat and that’s it.  Basically teasing me, knowing I will crave for more.  In the future, if any woman feels I’m worth a once of happenings, we shall be a one night stand, if she don’t see me as value for various thrills and privileges.

          It’s a saying, I think too much with my dick.  Well, why not …?  Practically, I live a quiet life.  I don’t hang out or party a lot.  No drugs or alcohol.  I’m in my own fast lane, going rampant and gutter to gradually come to a halt, since I don’t truly have anybody.  When I care about that aspect, it backfires and it’s snotty.  Daily, I’m on a mission with my grind, hustling to creep on my come up.  A lot of you ladies don’t understand that because when a man is trying to be successful, you think he’s competing with you and preventing you from reaching your goals.  Firstly my dick stays erect because I have to fuck haters, low-lives, and those who are already on top trying to screw me.  They do this so I won’t make it to where they’re at.  Secondly, I got a hard-on, so I won’t have to bring any stress to the household from dealings of society.  I just want to have a delicious, home cook meal, hobbies/activities, bomb ass hanky-panky, and relax in my lady’s arms.  So yeah, 24/7 I keeps a fat pointy, stiff one, when necessary.

          At last, but never least, it has been broken down to me that I like older women the most and I just be with younger women to get them pregnant. THAT’S THE MOST RIDICULOUS CRAP, I EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE.  I am with a woman, which we may have similar interest in things to further explore our chemistry and compatibility.  As far as I’m concerned, almost any woman can have my kids, if it’s really meant to be.  If my fertilizer and her soil are healthy enough to plant seeds, it will be a blessing after a strong discussion of parenthood and that’s what we want.  Hopefully, I can be already established and a husband.  Don’t want to be a baby daddy and cursed with miscarriages.  For real, I’m letting nature take me wherever it wants to go as long as it’s positive.  I don’t have say so anymore.  I’ll just be a drifter. 

          Young women, most of you come from negligence of your daddies, abuse, rape, or mistreatment of men.  Those key elements will make it a battle for any man to be the appropriate partner, spouse etc.  Therefore; you want me to baby you.  The last time I checked, we’re consenting adults.  Your hand, I’m not gonna always hold.  By myself, I can’t steer the whole load.  Too many times, I’ve been down that road.  So, if you’re not ready for something new, CHANGE, a different level and the best of both worlds, YOU CAN GETTA STEPPIN’! I will no longer do chases or any begging.  I’ve learned my lesson.  I’m about 1+1=2, a unit, team and just me and you.  You’re not greater than me and your so called independence doesn’t scare me away.  I’m there to help like you did me and be by side, not pushed astray and left in disarray.  Made me pretend I was something; I’m not, up to this day.  To you, I was deadly attracted.  You took it for granted and I got distracted…  I won’t dial you any more after midnight.  I won’t be going to your house so we could make love at the crack of daylight.  You can delete me all you want from your MySpace page and change it to private.  I’ll still do me and be the modest.  You don’t have to put no more songs on my iPod or view for me my e-mails.  In technology, I will prevail.  You said if we were so bad to each other, howcome we haven’t found anybody else?  I can’t take the drama no more and I’m focused on myself.  I know I made decisions and did things that were naïve. I know I caused confusion flaring pet-peeves.  With me, you can continue to not be a diva and see the hue, red.  I ushered my confessions of cheating and won’t have insomnia in my bed.  With another guy, you can stay stuck on having a ride.  It’s more to that I want to invest in and confide.  We don’t have to have what normal, engaged couples should have. A roof over head as a place we call home, crib or pad.  Now I think back, that’s was the only time I really seen you jolly, when I had a vehicle almost the size of a dolly.  No wonder, you had liked to keep staring at me, while I was driving.  You was probably saying, “Yeah, I got this man to get a set of wheels and I’m not gonna do anything we planned.” CONNIVING!  If we really wanted to share and step out of monogamy, we could have talked about it decently and not act like we didn’t want to be here.  I mean honestly, discipline me if there’s an error of me saying and wanted to be with you for a lifetime.  Does it whistle and fade like bell chimes? Although you said we were friends, family and I’ll make a good dad, you don’t have to feel like being the carrier of my unborn offspring.  We were done, so I packed your things and got back my ring.  The rollercoaster kept bouncing.  Damn, if you were gonna be Mrs. Taylor, we couldn’t even make it to counseling.  I was devastated and all it can ever do is making me stronger.  Oh by the way, TELL EVERYONE YOU KNOW I DON’T LOVE YOU ANY LONGER.  I thought the lease was I’m glued to you forever? It is what it is.  Don’t know what the future holds, I don’t go backwards and it’s a wrap, which is clever.  Told you, you resented me.  Abruptly, we ended on a 3 to 3. 

Older women, the majority of you are from the matching incidents of torture.  You’re the former generation.  You like to pimp (play) me to see how far you can carry it.  You always try to hold out, while I do all the putting out.  I ask you with caution from the beginning, how you feel about us, instead of being tricky.  But oh no, some of y’all are so set beyond in your own ways, thinking you’re gonna control me and the situation, simply…?  I don’t care if you been around the block more than I have or gone where I’m going.  It doesn’t give you the fortitude to use my EMOTIONS for toying.  Yeah, you may have children near, above or exactly my age.  Still, I’m smart over my years, known as the sage.  I’m not about games and without feelings getting involved; I can have adult fun.  It’s a certain crush I might have felt, before the amusement had begun.  In the long run, you could be, but YOU’RE NOT MY MOTHER AND I’M NOT YOUR SON.  For any woman who has a grown one, if I and he were to fight, I would see everything to it that I would have won.  And I know damn well I’m mature enough to change an older woman’s mind.  It’s that number barrier and I’m looked at as, who’s this whippersnapper to dictate how things gonna unwind? I was in your room about 5 times and at the same time, you’re not gonna rule me and lead me on to bruise my ego.  If my flirtatious aggression is too much for you to handle, just say so.  I swear I won’t even bother you anymore.  For sure, I can leave alone and ignore.  It’s nice you fooled me once, maybe twice.  You’ll never fool me THRICE.  Spare me the celibate details because it isn’t nothing I’m missing and if you didn’t have any intentions of giving me the golden, seasoned gumbo, I KNOW IT ISN’T NOTHING I’M MISSING.  I’ll take it for whatever it was, teasing, sighs, feeling, hugging, and kissing.  Y’all rather give me purple balls and what do I be doing to get the hostile, female intuition?  

          I don’t have a preference or ideal description no more.  It’s the same shit, different woman, regardless of era.  Arguments, warnings, idle threats, disagreements, disrespect, bad name calling, miscommunication, mood swings, mental troubleshooting, conflict of interest, headaches, HEARTBREAKS and the list goes on.  Nothing is ever right. It’s got to be something wrong.  This plight has been happening for too long.  I’ve become bittersweet and drastic.  Now, it’ll be difficult for me to put all my grass in one basket.  You say you like me.  You say you love and you’re in love with me, except it arrives with restraints.  Overall, I’m exhausted with the whining, bitchiness and complaints.  I debate; do I be early or late for these connections to almost turn into an affair of hate?  You say you want a NICE man and you’re tired of the men who are dealers, criminals and bad boys, SLAPPING YOUR ASS AROUND.  Soon as you have the good man, YOU SEE HIM AS A SUCKER, SHIT ON HIM, AND TRY TO BRING HIM DOWN.  Damn if you do or damn if you don’t have him.  You say your body becomes steel, when cruel dude is STRAPPING YOU AND TAKING YOUR COOCHIE LOFT.  Then, if I’m on top to be the good penis in your life like you wanted, you tell me my little muscles wouldn’t matter and if you want, you can get me off.  The cowards get away with murder and its morbid a grown man like me gets the shambles.  One WENCH, your ex-boyfriend was a hustler and exploited you for your money.  I took you in and tried to show you that vinegar is not sweeter than honey, since you think DC men act so funny.  There were symptoms; you could have been having my child.  I don’t know why my possibilities seem so mild.  Then, you pulled the ultimate betrayal, a week after Valentine’s Day with that hotel stunt.  You gonna do me foul because I don’t smoke blunts? You wrote me two poems called, ‘Open’ and ‘Trust’.  It wasn’t meant to be for I don’t do angel dust?  You can keep it moving for good and go suck the devil’s nuts.  I’ve seen many situations that were sly.  I never thought in order for a woman to be with me, she had to get high.  Arggggh, I stormed out in the cold all alone to help the remedy in me drown as I was roaming in town.  Distress took its course causing me to wheeze and frown.  I can’t even get closure.  There are so many risks of deceit and viruses that can lead to my discomposure.  I don’t put it past that the Nice Guy theory is accurate.  MOST OF US DO FINISH LAST.  FUCK ME because I won’t keep being the one and from these soap operas, I will flabbergast.  I am looking forward to Aphrodite and Venuses.  All I get is Medusas and actual Madeas.  They say, beside every good man is a good woman and I haven’t yet of that contained.  I’m thinking I have companionship, its pain.  E.V.E is so hurt, she’s medieval in vain.  She be saying Alphonso, Virgo baby, this shit is crazy.  Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep! Just let them all be and concentrate on you.  What have you done for YOU lately?  Stay in motion with your pep, pep, pep, pep, pep, pep!        

          When it’s a final separation, a lot of females like to throw rocks at me of how they were such a good woman to me, like I didn’t donate the COURTESY of my manhood.  I forgot though, that what I do is forgettable.  For most of y’all, I would have amputated my right elbow and DIIIIE.  I would have kissed and drunk the tears from your eye.  Probably, if I was to pull a Chris Brown to Rihanna or a little rough looking and taller with offers on a silver platter, I could be taken serious.  Then, it won’t be very delirious.  You steady categorizing me of a shortcoming.  From me, you’re running.  My loyalty to you, you’re not ready for and you avoid.  I don’t know the reasons with me you’re so paranoid.  You seem prepared and you’re never scared though, when I’m doing to benefit you.  Then, when I talk about me or us, it’s a fuss. If you don’t give a fuck, THEN I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.  TOUGH LUCK!  It seems you get a kick out of putting me in dilemmas, like I suppose to be desperate, WHEN I’M NOT.  And for the record, fuck the whole internet, chat room and online hook up shit.  I’ve LEARNED and realize it’s not up to par and most of you chicks live too far.  My phalanges don’t wanna be in that type of cookie jar.  I’m better with meeting in person from the start.  A prophecy has been foretold to me; my lady to be is somewhere long distant and quite passes me… Because I’m worn out, I’ll escort myself in a drought house with ease.  It was taught to me, I can’t keep being the rat to fall for y’all cheese.  THE BLIND LEADING THE BLIND!

          I’m not a saint, but I’m wretched with being taken through the changes and blues.  I have a migraine trying to draw clues.  I think my legacy might be of one of my inspirations, Langston Hughes.  Didn’t really get involved with any women, didn’t get married or father any children.  He just made an impact in the world as a great poet, novelist and journalist.  To me, that’s the best accomplishment any man could have, especially for a man like me.  I got almost everything in this life figured out.  It seems I’ll never know what this “man and a woman union” is all about.  My forefathers continue to inform me that I’ll be okay and I’ll find my way.  Most ladies are complicated creatures and HEARTLESS.  Also, they tell me that some women, you should be lucky a man like me put his frustrations on paper.  Most men aren’t in control of their agony, will hurt you physically or worse, and then gather you in the afterlife, LATER.  It’s one lady I’m stalking and her name is, Success with a big ass, pretty green dress.  WAIT TILL I GET IT RIGHT…!  She’s my primary soul mate.

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posted by Alphonso on September 23rd, 2009 at 11:43 AM

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Audiobook Virgo, the Wordmaker: E.V.E's Heartbreak...LIVE AND AVAILABLE NOW at hoodaudio.com

Chilled, laidback, cool, and comical relief is the status quo of Alphonso Taylor’s forthcoming book, Virgo, the Wordmaker.  This fourth masterpiece is signs of long awaited peace-of-mind, happiness, and success to come in the young poet’s vision.  Speaking of signs, Taylor takes you on the zodiac journey of his life as a true and sometimes, typical Virgo.  With much emotion to effeminacy, a characteristic of the sixth and only female sign, Taylor discusses his ongoing tragic comedy with women and relationships.  He also voices his insight of trust, adversaries, economic issues, and more.  The outcry for improved maturity and confidence is high in this brilliant work of poetry and other writings.  “Just sit, relax, and vibe to the words of an innovative virgin.  This one is for all the male Virgos around the world!”

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