My LooseLeafLife

Still feeling weird so opted to hoop the other day. In jeans.   I called my dad to chat about life. Lottery tickets, his car wrecks, my bum ass boredom... then I played some 2s wit some clowns. New York rules means who ever is loudest and least impressed is right, apparently.  There were beautiful black kids all over this Brooklyn school playground. Playing ball, talking shit.  A father played with his kindergartener son in corn rows, watching the tike take terrible shots that fall a foot and a half below the rim.  I watch his dad joyfully feign disappointment.  I remember those times with my dad. A loud mouth skinny Brooklyn guy, maybe my age asks if I want to run. I say hold on. I finish my call and hang up. My shot ain’t falling but who gives a fuck... I’m from Chicago... fuck these little niggas. Whooped that ass in jeans and a kangol.  Me and a high school kid who never learned to pass or layup whooped these grown men. Once the teammates were fighting I knew we had em.  I out rebo

Alright. So, I am tired of clogging people’s feeds with comments... for now.  Furthermore, i think some of you might feel as I do.  Sooo... I will tag those inspiring the idea and tell all of you folks what’s good. Keith Eric Davis has posted Paul Buttigieg videos (Both on “The View” and its sister program “The Breakfast Club”) and I find the guy fascinating.  I was enthralled by his presence. He seems... good, in the most honest and righteous sense.  I am so glad Keith posted them. I had heard hints of the man but hadn’t heard him speak. His name is dumb... that’s why. Seriously... He seems astute and wise and cool. Gay mayor... aight? I’m listenin... Then Lindsey Pearlman posted about how calming his voice was... and I AGREE.  But that along with one other thing are glaring red flags for me. In typical KVT fashion, I replied... “Nah White Jesus is whack” (literal reply). When asked to elaborate I was like hold on nigga damn I’m flippin these birds right now.” (slight paraphrase) Ke

The measure of a person’s happiness can be found in their feelings towards Mondays. Looking forward to Mondays means you’re doing it right. Or doing theatre… which is not inherently the same thing. America, then, has a long way to go. But this is Sunday. Pride. And we’re gonna enjoy both those things this day. And this year I’m on a float: the only way I would go. And they’re paying me. The most interesting image etched in my mind from on-high was the officer, a large white man in full riot gear with a giant grin on his face. I See him so potentially smug or potentially happy—and perhaps at home—made me happy and cheerful… then it made me sad. A bit angry. Confused... This was not the only officer of note. The myriad, stationed patiently at every intersection included: the indifferent salty-dog cops; incredulous put-off cops; amused, pleasant approving ones; the short tough butch female cops; a little boy in a cop uniform, maybe 6 years old, standing next to a supportive "

It's that time again!!!  # FBF  of  # AMERICANHISTORYMONTH . This photo gallery is brought to you by my mother and called...  # WOMENSMARCH !! It took me along time to write this... pardon me if I say something stupid. Feminine is a funny Word. I cannot define the phenomenon of feminine, for it is neither my place nor my aim... but I like it. For many reasons in many ways, always. In some societies it is softness. The wilting flower. The tender petals. In some cultures it is rubenesque. In some thin. Sometimes Athena, sometimes Oshun....  blah blah blah. But... Quick Tale: When I was growing up, I had a diverse array of friends of all light frequencies. And I never thought much of it. Once I had a conversation with my mother about how she sometimes felt uneasy around groups of white men and women. I found this weird, as my mom's friends were also Bennetton-ad-esque. She pointed out to me that her difficulty with White people was fro

HAPPY AMERICAN HISTORY MONTH!! It's like Kwanzaa for white people!! Enjoy the next 28 days, mothafucka because it's the only time you get to see us comin! I'll not only be highlighting the Black people making black history but also white people who made black history!! Be afraid!! Typical cats always talk down to us, beat us, belittle us, look at us with disgust, hose us off, enslave us, murder us, sick dogs on us, speak over us, steal us, steal from us, imprison us, ignore  us, fear us, fuck us (first literally, then metaphorically... then literally again...), steal what we create and make it WHACKER... and we still don't hate as much as we could. YOU KNOW WHY, BITCH?! CAUSE WE MOTHERFUCKING DOPE. WE ARE LOVE, STRENGTH, RESILIENCE AND POWER that makes a weak motherfucker jealous. I know the stank face of a whack ass typical looking for the type of humble that makes them feel unique... YOU AIN'T GONNA GET IT, NIGGA! I ain't afraid of nothing that's

Many people (idiots) ask the question. "Well... why don't we have a white history month?!" Well here you go!  # ThrowbackThursday !! The month is short so I'm gonna have to stack these a bit.  # TBT # whitepeoplemakingblackhistory   As American as picnics... Water Parks and walking the old dog! I call this first series BRUH-NCH. Here's some "old-timey" photos from way back when... 55 years ago with some young black thugs breaking the law... trying to gentrify this brunch spot... bringing property values down... And some brave citizens restoring order! Notonth eirwatch! The first image I'll call "HORSE COLLAR" because, I mean, that's even illegal in the NFL and they don't give a SHIT about the health of black people. This second picture is gonna be called "I DRINK YOUR MILKSHAKE! I DRINK IT UP!" because that's what these strong ass brothers and sisters (not all of them black,