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Standards – Do you have them?

Over the past decade, my philosophy on life and success has undergone a profound…

LUST

Lust She makes my heart beat Sounds of Africa Drums When ivory faces Sailed…

Perception Shift

Perception Shift I was having quite a day! Allow me to elaborate. On my…

🩸 vs 💦

AS a child I heard the phrase “ blood is thicker than water” hundreds…

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October 29, 2024

The Strength in Being Tender Today, I overheard a man telling a young boy that he was “too tender” with a girl, like tenderness was something to be ashamed of, something weak. I couldn’t shake it, because I’ve lived that same lie. I’ve carried it, embraced it, and paid for it in ways that still haunt me. As a young boy, I was taught—by my uncle’s, my cousin’s, and the culture around me—that being a man meant having many women. Being a player was the goal, the badge of honor. To have one woman? To be tender with her? That was for the soft-hearted, the weak. And I let that false idea shape me, lead me, guide my choices—until those choices shaped my life, and not in the way I imagined. I think back to my high school love. I was all in. My heart only wanted her—my girl, my wife. That was the dream, the vision I had. But my mind, twisted by the lies I was fed, convinced me otherwise. I walked away from something real to chase an illusion, to be free for women who never showed up. And the one who did? She wasn’t the one.,...

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October 12, 2024

Demonic Cupid

Her contact was felt with friction Sandpaper rubbing my chest Scraping off my dead skin Grinding on my rib cage The debris falling like the collapse 0n 9/11 Making my foundation weak So I Fall She’s sly, every movement is art Vivid in detail Captivating spectators Burning torch Olympic summer Throwing javelins through my heart Slicing my legs and arms Decapitating my head Whole man cut up Wrapping me in plastic And Freezing me Then Thawing me Using tree branches and two by fours To hang me Shish kabobs Dangling from the fire Rotisserie Fully seasoned my mental Making me submissive to her desires Claiming her honesty With mystery For I was a delicacy Chewed on and swallowed Washed down with grey goose Digested and dropped in the toilet Flushed away Treated me like what I feel like SHIT By Wakime Sharri Hauser

Life Style
January 13, 2023

Strike

Do you bowl? I do and it has been a blessing to start bowling again. I bowled here and there with my mother when I was a child. She was an avid bowler and bowled since I could remember. When I was a young man, she gave me her bowling ball. So, I used it every time I went bowling. My mother and I have had a rocky relationship since I was a teenager. I know she loved me and did the best she could with what she had. However, I always expected and wanted more until I did my own reflecting. Several years ago, I lost that bowling ball and not too long after it destroyed my mother and I’s relationship. I did that often so I did not have to face my fears of being hurt again. When I was writing my book, I called my mother crying and she was there for me like she always had been. We think differently, we love differently, and still, I love the hell out of her. I have realized through our relationship that the best love is the free love. Not free in cost but free in the open sense. ,...

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July 6, 2024

Growth is on YOU!!!

What’s up beautiful people! Today, I want to share with you something deeply personal yet profoundly impactful: the importance of having high expectations and structure in life. These principles have been the bedrock of my journey—a journey marked by challenges, growth, and ultimately, redemption. From a young age, I was blessed with grandparents and parents who instilled in me a strong foundation. They weren’t perfect; in fact, there were moments when their actions fell short of the standards they set. However, what they never compromised on were their expectations for me. They believed in my potential, even when I faltered. I must admit, I’ve had my share of struggles. I’ve been arrested 11 times, a fact that many find shocking given my current path. Each time I stumbled, it was the strength of that foundational upbringing that pulled me back. The structure they provided—clear boundaries, discipline, and unwavering belief in doing what’s right—acted as my guiding light in the darkest of times. You see, having high expectations doesn’t mean a life free from mistakes or challenges. It means having a compass that always points true north, even when the storms rage. It means knowing that there is a standard to,...

Books, Fashion, Life Style, Life Style, Photograph
November 24, 2024

Talking Art!

While catching up with a friend and a business associate this weekend in New London Ct, I had the distinct pleasure of meeting and chatting with some unbelievable individuals. For those unfamiliar with New London, it is a unique town that lolls beside the Thames River. My first destination was Flavours for Life. However, I was en route to Jeffery’s Barbershop. I ended up at the one on Elm Street because I was unaware that the owner owned multiple shops, and I just put the shop’s name in the GPS. I was supposed to be going to the one on Banks Street. When I finally arrived on Banks Street, I could see the view of the water to my right, which was adjacent to the railroad tracks. It immediately drew visualizations of a working-class American city 50 years ago and beyond when ports and railroads were our country’s primary sources of transporting goods. I appreciated the historic appeal of this street as I drove down it and said to myself Bank St. It must have been the place to make money at some point, and this town is trying to savor that vibe. My friend Kevin greeted me with a,...

Men healing – Round 2
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Shades of a Man (Podcast)
- May 30, 2025
Growth takes time!
- May 14, 2025
Men’s deserve to heal
- April 25, 2025

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal

Halftime and Black culture?!

Your vote is NOT your voice!

Racist or Not?

We are Divided