Afro Jazz

The Korean

Strange but I felt something as I stared at the dying roses on my desk. I looked at it sadly thinking what a shame it was once so beautiful and bright. It made me think about myself and the person that I've become. I’m aloof, sequestered in my own thoughts and in my own world. I’m running away from you, you say, I’m leading you on and I’m not the same person anymore.

Well you’re right and that person you knew is gone and I don’t think we can ever find her again. You see, you hurt me more than you or I could imagine. It wasn’t because I really needed to hear you wish me a Happy Birthday last year because I didn’t care. I was hurt because that day you treated me like I meant nothing but that wasn’t the only day…there were of course other things but this was the first and only time I let you in that closely that it hurt me. I remember spending that day crying and it continued for a week. I felt pain that I had never felt before but despite it I came back to you but not as her but as me…the person I am now. I developed progressively the months after.

So who am I?
I am someone who likes to dominate and inflict humiliation on others. I’m playing a cruel game that I want you know about. I pursue men who are good-nature, kind, optimistic but are so very unaware. I observe them until I can figure out what they would like me to be and then I take on that role and have them believe and fall for me so I can have the opportunity to crush and humiliate them in every way possible, emotionally, mentally and sometimes sexually. I take great pleasure in seeing their awkwardness and shock and I always walk away laughing at their stupidity and feeling sorry for their genuine optimism. My last thoughts are always, “Did he seriously think he had a chance with me?”

I could give you examples but I warn you they are sadistic as I’ve become more and more ferocious. I’m telling all of this because I want you to really know what I mean when I say I’m lost, I’m hurt and you’ve destroyed me. It’s a sick game that I play but it’s not as equal to the game that you played with me.

NYPD

LES Bowdoin

Mike Brady

Brooklyn Banker

UES Snatch

Hudson Hotel Art Dealer

Turtle Bay John

Italian Stallion

Married Mad Hatter

I had it with this invertebrate!

THE JELLY FISH

What was he thinking? The poor guy actually believed we would still be together after I dressed him up in my black mini skirt and fuchsia tank top, wearing blush, lipstick and eyeshadow that I so kindly applied, while bending over in doggy-style position as I rammed my pink dildo up his ass.

I made him into my subservient play thing out of revenge and my shameless curiosity. I have to confess exploring this new territory made me apprehensive at first but the effortless coercion and my repressed indignation expunged any and all remorse and I made a monkey out of him!

Foot Action Albanian

Filipino

James Bond

Wannabe Arab

Jamaican Saturn

Bob Marley

Green-Eyed Tupac

The Middle East Feast

T-Town Latin

My First Boyfriend

He was 16 yrs. old and I was 14 when we first met. He noticed me from the Burger King counter as he was giving out “those shakes with them fries” and I was spending my typical Friday night looping around the mall. He was tall and skinny with bright eyes and the cutest smile. He impressed me enough that I let him drive me home, (I’m sure his black Audi also had something to do with it). 

We spent several months making out in before I made the decision to give up my virginity.  Remarkably, it wasn’t because I loved him, in fact if I had to rate my feelings for him on a scale of 1-10, and 10 was being in love then my feelings were about a 7.  He was sweet, equally innocent despite his skewed bravado and I thought he would be the perfect person to experience my first time with.

I still can’t believe at 15 yrs. old, I had the fortitude to call my mother and ask her to take me to the doctor’s for birth control. I guess you could say between my selection process and my formulated plan, this was the beginning of my life as a closet freak.

We lasted for about 4 years which included a few break-ups but we never spent more than 3 months apart. He even proposed and bought me a decent engagement ring during our last year together but it came to end when I realized that I needed to explore and I didn't want to settle with my first amongst other things.

I've seen in him only a handful of times since we broke up. He's now a father and although not married, he's been with the same girl for many years.

Pimpled Face Jew

I met him at school. He was a scrawny, pimple-faced Jewish boy from Yonkers and I was 15 yrs. old and bored.We dated for less than 4 months and I took his virginity while I was also dating my first boyfriend.

We broke up because he was a jerk and cheated on me because my mother wouldn't let me go with him and his friends to Great Adventures.

I contacted him shortly after I broke up with my first boyfriend during my senior year of High School. I invited him as my date to prom but I had to take it back after my mother refused to pay my portion of prom because she was afraid he would ruin the photos. Oh it's funny now, but neither he or I thought it was back then. My mother ultimately broke us up with her constant nagging and her secret phone call to his mother pleading for her help to end our relationship.

During my first year of college I contacted him again and we hooked up a few times but never formed a relationship like the one we had when I was in High School.

The Wigger

WIGGER, (defined by urban dictionary):

A male Caucasian, usually born and raised in the suburbs that displays a strong desire to emulate African American Hip Hop culture and style through "Bling" fashion and generally accepted "thug life" guiding principles.

Often characterized by his car, or "whip": usually an econobox modified with at least twice the car's book value in non-power producing modifications or an SUV with at least 5500 lbs. of curb weight. Traditional trucks can also qualify here, depending on locale (southern states' percentages are higher). All vehicles are also mandated to have at least 19" chrome alloy wheels, regardless of make. The typical wigger is also characterized by a strong desire to adorn gold jewelry (especially heavy gold chains) and athletic warm up suits. All equipment and clothing will be paid for by the parents of the individual in question, or the parents of said individual's "shorty" through the use of said shorty's credit cards.

A general disposition of "hard" will be displayed among other wiggers and to kids around their neighborhood (usually labeled a 'subdivision' or 'gated community' due to its mass produced housing development origins). This disposition will immediately be dropped and replaced by a more typical "white boy" disposition when in the presence of actual African Americans ( with exceptions: Those whose origins trace to the suburbs being the most prominent.).

The Hit List

1995
1. The Wigger
2. Pimple Faced Jew

1996
3. T-town Latin
4. Green-eyed Tupac

1997
5. Bob Marley
6. Jamaican Saturn

1999
7. Arab 1
8. Arab 2
9. Arab 3
10. Arab 4
11. Arab 5

2000
12. Wannabe Arab
13. James Bond
14. Filipino
15. Foot Action Albanian
16. Jellyfish

2001
17. Married Mad Hatter
18. Italian Stallion
19. Turtle Bay John
20. Hudson Hotel Art Dealer
21. UES Snatch
22. Brooklyn Banker

2002
23. Mike Brady

2006
24. LES Bowdoin
25. NYPD
26. The Korean

2008
27. Afro Jazz

2009
28. French Wine
29. B-List
30. IRS Taxman
31. UES Russian
32. Philip Johnson