Mona-Mona-Mona lol it's not a game. - July 29, 2011 add/view comments (0)

Hey hey!

Ok...lemme see. I guess this is a good place to let you know a bit about myself, without giving it all up.

Why am I on BP?

So first, let me say, other than to just chat and shoot the sh!t, I really have no reason for being on BP. I have had an account since 1998, and I guess it's 1 of my guilty pleasures. I have met a lot of cool folk off of here...many through the chat rooms, and I've gone to several meet and greets over the years.

Will you Date someone from BP?

As far as dating, using BP, um...that's not really my objective. I'm sorry if it's yours...just not mine. Too many obstacles to overcome, and now adays, I just don't feel like it.

Below is a piece that I wrote for my column in response to the bad media that was out there about the black relationship. I feel that it can be stronger than ever, if you want it to me. But it requires some giving from both sides.

A submissive woman is a happy one

And for the record, once a woman realizes that being submissive to a man who deserves to be her king, is not a bad thing, she'll be blessed with what her heart desires. Let a man be a man, so that you can flourish as the woman that you are meant to be.

Thanks for stopping by. Mona

Dear Black Man,

Don't you know that I want to love you. I want my love to be your love. I know that they tell me that there aren't enough of you out there for me to love, but that's never been my vision nor reality. I know that they tell me you don't have the education that I have, but I know to the contrary. For years I have told you, that "I got this. I don't need your help."

But today, with my advance degrees, robust portfolio and home full of the best furnishings, I realize, Black Man, I need you.

No, I am not afraid to say this. I want and need you. I need you like the ocean needs its beaches. Miles of sand that lead love hand in hand to the water. Water, that we need to sustain life. I need you in my life, I need you in my laughter. I want you to protect me from my fears. My Daddy wants to still protect me, but he also knows that this is your job to do he's told me this before.

Now they want to tell me that it's partly my fault. They tell me that I ask far too much of my Black Man. "Why must this Man that you ask for have education?" and "Why must this Black Man have ambition and drive?" This is what they inquire. They ask me these questions as if you don't exist. As if you are extinct. But I know to the contrary. Not only do you exist, you flourish.

Your ability to grow and achieve inspite of your conditions is your best attribute. Yes, I want the best and greatest from you, because I know that within you, it exists. Black Man, I love you. I want you. I need you. But do know this Black Man, I'll expect nothing but the best from you. You shouldn't want it any other way. I love you, but I love me too. I'll never succumb my condition for yours.

Why would you want me to?

Come to me with your frustrations of the day, I'll ease them away with the softest touch to your brow; the most tender touch, indeed. I'll massage the evening away in your shoulders. And I'll be quiet tonight, because I know you need touch not words. I'll let that project that you've been promising to get to, wait until next week. I'll contain my fright when I see the "Daddy-long-legs" in the basement; because I know that tonight is not the night. Your worries have been intense today, and because of that, the centipede gets a couple more days of freedom and life.

I am here for you on your WORST days, but promise me, that you won't leave me on your BEST ones. If we can make that pact with each other, I guarantee you that you have a deal. I will love you Black Man, no matter what they tell me. I know what I want and need. I want and need, you, Black Man- contrary to popular belief.

With Love, A Black Woman Mona

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