Bond 2.0

14Sep10

(**Originally posted August 6th 2010**Some missed my memo. Maybe one of the miserable people can let the other miserables know.  This didn’t transfer when I changed blog formats. Careful.   –Bond.

“At the end of the day
God damnit
I’m KILLIN this shit
Yall know DAMN WELL
y’all feeling this shit…“—Yeezy, Power

I’m back. Sort of.

I will use this post to speak candidly about the blog, hiatus, these lames who keep harassing me, etc.

First, I want to thank all of you who have sent e-mails and encouragement. I appreciate you.
I have all of the emails, so passwords will go out after the next post. Which brings me to my first order of business:

The BLOG

I started this blog to give an insight into the mind, behavior, attitude, etc. of the dual degree having, attractive, intelligent, sarcastic, funny, confident, etc. Black male. I started this because the traffic at A Belle in Brooklyn started hitting me up asking for it. I decided that it could be something to look into, so I figured, why not.

In 04′ “The homie” first informed me that he was blogging, I dismissed it at the time, I had other things on my mind. After law school, healing, etc. I decided to engage, especially after I read that Rob the Bouncer (clublife) got six-figures for his book deal (this was over 4 years ago). Well, you know me, consummate hustler, I decided to look into it.

I knew I was coming into dough in a few years, so I wanted to position myself to take advantage. I also started digging the writing. I used to write in my spare time, but since I graduated from undergrad, I had not been inspired; however, some of the blog writers were so good, I actually decided to hit the keypad–this time, not with fiction, but with reality and truth.

I honestly didn’t expect it to evolve the way it has, but, I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere (Hater #1, you gonna have to find new ways to insult me).

I don’t care about the traffic. I care more about the writing and the audience. With me, it matters more that the quality of people who are reading the blog are ‘up’ (educated, attractive, life experienced, etc.) rather than just anybody. Hater #1 is on twitter EVERY. DAY! Begging people to come see her, read her, etc. I support that. Please go (laughs). So she can get off my dick. Find something else to put in her mouth (laughs)…for real.

All personal posts have passwords. This means that when I write about detailed parts of my life that I intended to share about me that others are using to harm me (personally and professionally) I will only allow a certain group of people to see this (explain below). If you post regularly (Purp Pisces, ES, etc.) or I ‘know’ you (Mimi, Diva, Panama, etc.) I got you. Ms. Smart, send me and email or respond below because I do want you to keep posting, I read your blog and I appreciate the fact you read mine. You seem like a ‘grown ass woman’ so, I rock with you, want you to keep rocking with me. Respect.

Yet, I do not want to penalize the rest of you, I will continue to post ‘general’ blog posts publicly. I’m just controlling the flow of info I provide. If I think it’s a leak, I’m start the passwords over or simply privatize the entire blog. Such is the cost of being me. I was looking for a blog called ‘iloveketa’ and I couldn’t find it. She commented here once and I read her joint. I saw she was getting harassed also, so it doesn’t surprise me. Sad, but the truth is my beliefs, values, and opinions are at the cost of some lame ass girl(s) who think they’re the next Oprah.

Anyone who sent the email as requested, I got you. Most of the people on my ‘followers’ list, I got you. Unfortunately, not all. I won’t help some of you try to sabotage my livelihood to preserver e-friendships with the people who have gone insane crazy, past the point of common decency to get at me.

Special shoutout to Nick@Nite for catching that 3rd Eye Blind reference AND ‘semi-charmed life’ allusion. You are the exact type of reader I am looking for. I appreciate you. Seriously.

Just when I thought I had to ‘dumb it down’, you posted that and I smiled. I’ll hit you with a password, as that was your first time posting (I think).

I will write a few straight forward posts. The reason I usually do not, is because my writing at work is straight forward. I never get to exercise my creativity, so the blog is and has been my outlet for that. I notice that there have been chimes that the length is long, but I will keep it that way or either divide the posts into more parts/series. As I get more familiar with the new site, I will post photos, videos, etc. that are both personal and relative to the posts also. Bare with me Bond faithful…

The WHY?

I had a disagreement (as usual with these lames) online. A few days after, IT at my job shows up in my department, gives us a letter about ‘websites’, online policy, etc. Then the ‘hacking’ started with the e-mail address. Several people were moved at work, so I was buggin and decided to fall back. I was a little pissed, because I didn’t know what was going on or what to expect. Again, mad Black people in the building so, I’m not sure, but I don’t really believe in coincidences.

If you know me (or have been reading this blog) I do not take kindly to this. I chilled also to be the adult of the situation, but clearly this doesn’t work with these people. These hoes crazy (laughs). I need to get on my dudes from Drew Hall (03-06), cause I’m pretty sure if they had received the attention they so desperately clamor for, I wouldn’t have to deal with Blog shit at my job.

WordPress will also allow me a better way to filter traffic until my site goes up. That’s right. I’m going all out: I bought a url, just gotta find a decent site designer and specify what I want (mainly security and maintaining anonymity), then I will be in full effect.

The Promiscuity series will continue (6 parts + conclusion) on the wordpress site. I have not put it up because I haven’t figured out how to keep all my searches (google), traffic, etc. from this blog, but, if you have the password already (I think, 4 or 5 of you do) you can access the old posts.

I wrote the promiscuity series because some women wanted to know, some women were holding sex above a guy’s head to control him, some women didn’t understand the what and why. I thought I would enlighten them by giving a personal account (mine) of experience, rather than theory and bullshit. NEVER did I imagine I would get this bullshit for a series about my personal experiences with sex. I know I’ve made mistakes and done foul shit; I acknowledge that. But what person hasn’t? I was halfway through the recollection and this shit started.

The promiscuity series was necessary because you can’t address various other aspects of dating and relationships without acknowledging the male aspect and experience of sex. Alot of these girls have only had 1 or 2 relationships (a ‘boo’ doesn’t count. Niggas asking you for a date mean nothing), probably haven’t had an orgasm but once or twice, etc. yet, they are on blogs and in comment sections trying to tell WOMEN (females with life experience) about ‘what they expect’ and ‘what isn’t so’ and ‘my daddy told me..’ etc. Fuck. Outtahere. Seriously?

Listen, I was taught that if you don’t know to ask or be quiet so you can learn. Pick one.

It’s easy for your little square ass to talk about what you ‘won’t tolerate’ and ‘expect’ you just lost your virginity a few years ago. Look here kiddo, sex is an intricate part of adult relationships. By not acknowledging this or marginalizing the fact that someone who can do gymnastics in the bedroom makes judgment/behavior unclear is a disservice to both men and women searching for common ground while dating.

It’s one thing to criticize my posts and comments, but another to judge me for past transgressions and behavior. Especially when the series has not even concluded!

Again, immature little girls with ‘funky’ hair styles: STOP. READING. MY. BLOG. If you are not woman enough to handle what I am saying, fast enough to comprehend the end result, or smart enough to disagree in an articulate manner with knowledge or experience, please kick rocks.

The difference between my blog and others is that my blog is a ‘niche’. I only want a certain crowd (you will see when the site goes up), not every lame chick with access to a computer and a library card.

Some bloggers are begging people to comment, and I gotta beg people to stop (laughs), crazy…

THE PERSONAL

I’m still in my love triangle. As some of you know, I didn’t put myself here alone and I realize that I am losing parts of all the good karma I have accumulated over the past few years. Very soon, I’m going to be out of this Bermuda love triangle, but right now it is very stressful, tense, and volatile. It’s a bad situation that will end very badly, so if I take another hiatus, you will know why in advance.

The ‘one’ I was feeling, moved from the area, so I can’t front, I’m a little disappointed. Part of my fallback has been cause that shit is still soaking in. Especially because I’m not easily impressed and for once in 4/5 years I was actually very impressed. In the words on Ms. Badu, “Next Lifetime”. That fact hasn’t mixed so well when I’m sharing a bed with someone I feel ‘blah’ about.

The ever so present, ‘Ms. Right-Now’. I’ve been dating her most of my life, she just won’t go away.

Usually this state of malcontent increases promiscuity, for me at least. I’m trying to be adult about it, get a hobby (laughs), but here….they on ya boy. And the fact that I’m not feeling my situation is an enticing reason to pick up old vices. I just know better, so I’m trying to do better.

TO THE HATER(s)
(**For legal purposes this part is all in jest and hypothetical**)

“Don’t make me do it to you dunny/ cause I’ll over do it…“–Jay

“…you know they’re lame/ you feel ashamed/ but you love’em the same…“–Hov

“…I once was/cool as the Fonz was/but these bright lights/will turn you to a monster..“–Sean Corey

Hypothetically I have a tracker on my blog. I have Hypothetical access to all IP addresses that pass through. IP addresses are usually dynamic (changing) or static (constant). So, for hypothetical example: Someone was anonymous with their comment at 2:30 on July 6th. This hypothetical person is in Philadelphia (West Chester), Pennsylvania hypothetically. This person is employed at….

Hypothetically I have sent an email to this hypothetical ISProvider of this hypothetical harassment. I will sent more hypothetical letters to this ISProvider until I get answers or until this person ceases and desists. I have looked up the hypothetical laws that hypothetically correspond to cyber harassment in Pennsylvania. In Pennsylvania you only require one instance, which has been provided on July 6th. That’s not hypothetical.

For intelligent reasons I have issued several warnings, this is the last. I will take the next precautionary step and then the next. My blog has been active for over a year. I have been silent for a reason. I have over a year worth of material evidence for some of your conduct. I even took the extra step of adding the ‘filter’ to the comments section, which requires you to type in letters before commenting. By typing the letters and continuing to leave unwanted comments which do not correspond to the topic, blog, or discourse between posters and harass after I have asked you not to, shows intent.

A ‘hypothetical’ jewel to my haters:

For number 1: New York penal code section 240.30. (202)37…..you get the picture. Is that really the Brooklyn way? Of course not, you’re not a native.

For number 2: Thomas Jefferson St. NW Washington DC 20007. Tell Ash I said ‘what up’.

For number 3: Kingsway.

Sigh.

Dom, VEG, & Spitfire (if you are still reading), I want you all to take note to how much of a gentleman I have been throughout this ordeal. I have and am still offering these ladies an opportunity to simply walk away, find other men to harass, etc. without it going any further. Now, conventional wisdom would tell you that they should, but I’m willing to bet their pride gets the best of them…similar to the women in the ‘what you don’t know’ series. So, again, I show you the logic behind my actions. It’s not me ladies, but the hubris of a select few who continually wager on the side or arrogance rather than practical sensibility. Based on what I typed above, conventional wisdom would make you wonder (how? what else? etc.) but, again, I’m willing to wager at least one of these people disregard this.

I don’t patronize any sites that several of them do, but if we happen to post/comment on the same blog or website, I never initiate interaction with them. These are ladies who spend HOURS and DAYS on internet sites and twitter harassing people, disrespecting people, etc.

We get it: your life is pathetic, you need an antagonist, you constantly send subliminal shots, write blogposts, tweets, anonymous comments on mine, etc. Leave me alone. Can I say it any clearer? For God sake, all of you are in large metropolitan areas in the United States. You mean to tell me there is not a man (or woman) to occupy your time? If you despise me so much, why are you ALWAYS commenting on me, something I said, did, wrote etc. Get off my dick.

You don’t even know me…fuck is wrong with you?!

Again, kick rocks in traffic on a nascar track ladies. You ain’t gotta like me, cool, I don’t care for you either, but by attacking my livelihood you have taken it too far. In advance notice, this is only a touch, let’s stop (trust me, let’s stop).

I don’t know what you think you know, but I am not your typical blogger. You would know that if you read the entire blog. Seriously: stop it. How many warnings & opportunities do you need?

Again, ladies…quit while you’re ahead.

Truth is, I feel sorry for you. Hell I feel sorry for your parents. You all are full of misery. Never in my life have I seen so many little girls ‘angry’ for nothing. You don’t even know why you are angry, moreover, why you’re angry with me. I’m no misogynist. I don’t even hate ‘you’ for being an asshole. You should find peace within yourself and stop projecting your negativity onto others, particularly me. Your life would be better if you could do this. Do you EVER have anything positive to say, write, etc.? I pray for me if you force my hand…

Last, If you have a problem with me personally: email me. Let’s be adults. Let’s discuss your issue. I give you my word that I will not reveal our conversation with anyone else. That’s my word. Ask my ‘friends’ (and some of yours) and they will tell you. Seriously…

Be clear: enough money makes a white hat black.
Be clear: my friend at that agency only needs your name.

Sigh. The choice is yours…

CONCLUSION

Special shout out to Diva, I hope you are doing well, it’s been a minute since you blogged, want you to know I have you in my thoughts and prayers love. Hit me up…

Special shout out to Single in NoVA who is no longer blogging. I want you to know that I read your blog from time to time and I read the last part, which was particularly heartfelt and interesting to say the least. I gained some insight from you in that last part. I did not read your blog regularly, but I want you to know that I did respect your voice and wish you the best. From one Black man to the next.

Special shout out to my readers. Thank you for rocking with me. There are few people typing and writing ‘for the love’ or honestly. I’m glad you all respect my voice, even the dissenters. I just want a certain level of intelligence that just doesn’t exist on other blog sites. Whether that’s 5 or 5,000, I only care about the quality of the readers.

I have named my last post. It may be a minute before you see it, but I have started to piece it together. It will be tied in with an allusion to the ‘silent majority’. During my time off, I saw a picture of a few bloggers (male & female) and it reminded me of a conversation Mimi and I were having, when I basically said, “Yo, I look way better than them niggaz…” and she was like, “but other people don’t know that”. In other words, I’m starting to feel lesser for even engaging some of these people.

I know that sounds condescending, but for real, I don’t have their problems. I can’t relate to some lame chick who can’t get a guy to open a door on a date, when I’m a Southern Guy who has opened doors since he could walk. I can’t relate to some nigga complaining about not getting head, when I have to tell girls ‘stop, I’m going to bed, I gotta work in the am’. It just seems to be a large disconnect, which is part of the reason I think I have so much plex/beef. It’s like a 14 year old girl, complaining that guys don’t ask for her phone number to a 25 year old whose been getting numbers since he was 12; only in these situations the 25 year old is acting like a 14 year old. I don’t need this headache (laughs). Clearly alot of the shit they are even saying doesn’t even apply to me, so…it’s a moot point. Most of the niggaz are leaving me to do the dirty work (i.e. speak the truth, be the bad guy, etc.) without even acknowledging what I’m saying is true or either playing ‘white knight’ to boost their web traffic or e-perception (like that shit matters, lol). Lately, there is a group of women who take what I say, say the exact same thing…and get praised for it (laughs). Yo, for real this shit is insane.

So, to my readers, I really DO appreciate you. New post.  Soon.

Bond. BlkBond.
email: 007blackbond@gmail.com

That post is a while away. So I will be here until then. If you have any topics or suggestions, as always send them to me. Soon Fam’. Soon.

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