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After three years at my job as an editor at a major magazine, I was clipped due to budget cuts. f*ck, what am I gonna do now? How am I gonna survive? And what the hell am I smiling about? See my blueprint for success. CLICK HERE FOR FULL POST AND WWW.NAKEDWITHSOCKSON.COM

Everyone's crying about the recession and losing their jobs, but I may have found the one (and maybe only) positive about this financial crisis we now find ourselves in. What is it? And how can it make your dating life better? ...CLICK HERE FOR ANSWER & POST

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It came to my attention the other day while talking with my homegirl Tanisha that some men are walking around with Magnums when they shouldn’t. This information came to me when Tanisha told me about a recent rendez vous with a new lover. The evening went well and Tanisha decided she was ready to take things to a physical level. After some heavy petting at his place, the gentleman pulled out that patented black and gold box from the nightstand. Tanisha’s eyes lit up in anticipation of what she thought was going to be a “filling” endeavor, only to discover upon unzipping his package that her gift’s size had been disproportionately and falsely advertised. Rather than extra large, she was greeted with average.

Despite Tanisha, an admitted size queen, being let down by the man not living up to the Magnums he carried, she says the episode was enjoyable. Well, except for the fact that the condom kept slipping off. **Blank star** Sorry, but baggy rubbers are not the move, especially when slippage can lead to unwanted “accidents” and defeats the whole purpose of wearing one in the first place.

Apparently some of my male counterparts need a wake up call, as other females have informed me that they have run into similar prophylactic poseurs. I’m gonna keep it all the way real (as ever): If every guy that claimed to have a big dick actually had a porn star’s package, then we’d all...CLICK HERE FOR FULL POST ON WWW.NAKEDWITHSOCKSON.COM

PRELUDE: Sometimes you need to step back from a situation to see it more clearly. At the top of the year I posted a story called “A Picture’s Worth.” It was a three-part epic revolving around one long-%#&@$! day that resulted in “April,” the woman that the story was based on, to take offense (See comments in Part 2). In the wake of the real-life drama that unfolded—and at the behest of some of my close friends/advisors—I opted to leave her and the story as a distant memory and keep it moving. But yesterday a new reader discovered the story and left a comment that made me realize how people could get a skewed perspective of the character of “April” and the interaction between her and I based on the one incident I recounted. So in the name of impartiality, I figured I’d reveal a lost chapter of sorts from the story that shows another side of “April.” Hopefully this one will go over better.

Despite all the drama that ensued from me choosing to wait outside of her apartment with her Christmas present and my decision to disregard her staying over rule—which resulted in my self-imposed long trek home—April and I had more good times than bad. In fact, a few days after the picture incident, she treated me to a night out on the town for my birthday. (EDIT NOTE: Looking back on it now, I must’ve mixed up the timing in Part 1 regarding April’s trip to Atlanta because she was definitely in town for my birthday, which is the day after Christmas).

Although we existed in a non-defined and non-physical courtship, April and I hung out for a little over six months on a pretty consistent basis. While my annual birthday bashes are usually held days before or after my actual born day, December 26th is usually a low-key day and that year I spent it with April. She agreed to share the day with me and decided on this Latin restaurant in Midtown that she loved. This was April’s favorite eatery in the city and she rarely took any guys there because...CLICK HERE FOR FULL POST

The other day I was reading my friend Lucky’s blog, Dope Penmanship, and she wrote a post about an ex-boyfriend that had done her dirty and recently found himself on the receiving end of heartbreak (I’ll have to do a separate post on my theory about that). Lucky and her ex’s breakup occurred years ago and they’ve since gotten on good terms, but in her post she noted that whenever she’d ask about his current girl (well, technically his ex since she’s now engaged to someone else—ouch) he would never give her much details. She figured they were friends now; so why wouldn’t he share aspects of his personal life with her? In a perfect world that would make sense, but I have a theory as to why that’ll never happen.

While it might be hard for some to believe given my openness on this blog, when it comes to my personal affairs, I’m very private. If anyone asks about my love life, I keep it real basic and reveal very few details—not even a name most times (see “Speaking in Code Names”). Worlds are just too small and everybody knows everyone, so I’d much rather keep my business on the low. Besides, how wack would it be to go on a date with someone and then have the details publicly recapped the very next day? Sorry, this ain’t Sex in the City; it’s Naked With Socks On. I reveal everything while still leaving something to the imagination. That’s why I mostly write about...CLICK HERE FOR FULL POST ON WWW.NAKEDWITHSOCKSON.COM

I couple weeks I posted about a bad dream I had. I don’t often remember my nocturnal thoughts so the fact I remembered it vividly meant something to me so I reached out to you guys to get some help on analyzing it. Well, I had another crazy dream and figured since you guys did such a good job breaking it down that I’d seek your counsel once more. So here goes: It all started with me borrowing my homegirl Amanda’s car. Living in New York I don’t really drive that much. In fact, when my best friend had me watch her truck while she went away for the holidays, I realized that I hadn’t been behind the wheel of a car in about four years when I had to pick my boy up from the hospital. Anyway, Amanda’s car is a little hooptie that gets her from point A to B with no problem. The reason I had the car was to attend some birthday dinner in the Meat Packing District (downtown Manhattan where the meat/poultry deliveries come in for the non-New Yorkers. I’m not sure why Amanda wasn’t going and why I didn’t just take the train, but for whatever the reason I was driving. We’ve already established that I don’t drive regularly; it’s not that I can’t drive it’s just that I haven’t done it consistently enough to feel confident, especially when it comes to...CLICK HERE FOR FULL POST ON WWW.NAKEDWITHSOCKSON.COM

There was this girl named Raquel who I dated for a while. I was digging her and the feeling was mutual, so the relationship eventually turned physical. Everything was fine—great actually—in that department, but on our first night together I discovered one of Raquel’s quirks. After we did the deed, she announced that she was leaving. At first I thought it was me, but she assured me that wasn’t it. She was just very particular about spending the night over at a guy’s house. I tried to reason with her and explain that that it was late, about 3 in the morning, and if she could share her body with me, the least she could do is share my bed afterwards. Raquel was hardheaded and stuck in her ways, part of what I liked about her, and after lounging for a bit, she hopped in her car and promised she’d call me when she got home, which she did. Raquel and I would go through this tug and pull every time we were intimate, until finally she....CLICK HERE FOR FULL POST

Chances are if you’ve asked me if I was attending the inauguration over the past few days you’ve already heard my reply, a resounding, “Hell, nah!” It’s not that I’m not excited or don’t recognize the significance of this moment, I’m just not too big on crowds. For that reason, I’ve never been to Freaknik, Howard’s Homecoming or any big event like that (except the Millions More Movement in 2005) and I imagine that that’s the kind of turnout DC will have this weekend. Besides, with the amount of people reported to be headed out there, it’s highly unlikely my narrow %#&@$! would be anywhere near the podium to get a glimpse of President Barack Obama getting sworn in had I made the trek. After all, isn’t that the reason most folks headed to DC in the first place? To see the first African-American president get sworn in? Well, it’s funny, that’s the last thing I’ve heard most people speak about. All I hear is, “Yo, the parties are gonna be crazy,” or “I gotta get my outfit together.” Since it’s the nation’s capital I’ll imagine that the dress code for DC nightlife is an animal all its own, but is it just me or are some folks going for the wrong reason? I’m not saying there aren’t folks going to witness ...CLICK HERE FOR FULL POST

Before I get to my warning for President Barack Obama, I should probably explain who David Dinkins is for those outside of the Big Apple or under age 25. Dinkins was New York City’s first African-American mayor and had the distinct displeasure of serving after Ed Koch’s tumultuous three terms. Although Dinkins is in the history books for being the first and only person of color to run the city, his four years in office were tarnished by high crime rates and the infamous Crown Heights “riots” in 1991. (I lived in the heart of all that madness). The poor state of the city during Dinkins term was made even more glaring when Rudy Giuliani took office in 1994 and miraculously whipped the city into shape, resulting in reduced crime and increased quality of life. On the surface, it would appear that Giuliani was the better mayor. Truth be told, though, some of the most despicable instances of police brutality occurred during Giuliani’s reign (the Amadou Diallo shooting and the Abner Louima sodomy case). As much as I despised Giuliani because of his blatant favoritism and disregard for urban issues, I’ll concede to the fact that he did...CLICK HERE FOR FULL POST

Feel like I haven’t done a Sunday Movie Madness (SMM) volume in a while, but in any event this is a good entry to add to the series. For those that don’t know, there was a feature length film made on the great Argentinean freedom fighter Ernesto Guevara, more commonly known as Che.The movie actually hit select theatres in New York and L.A. last December in limited release, but expanded to other cities this month. Starring Benicio Del Toro as the lead, the four-hour (yes, you read correctly) film is broken up into two parts that you can see separately, but I believe some theatres are showing both back-to-back (check your local theatre listings). Based on Che’s memoir, Reminiscences of the Cuban Revolutionary War, Part One: The Argentine tells how Che and a band of exiles mobilized an army to oust Cuban dictator Fulgencio Batista from power, while Part Two: Guerilla shows Che continuing his revolutionary tactics before being captured.The reason the film was released in December was so that it could qualify for...CLICK HERE FOR FULL POST & BRAND NEW SITE