Marissa Williams

Why should I stick to one partner when there are so many to choose from? Protection!

What’s that? Commitment! Are you cursing me?

Baby, I am a player, didn’t you know?

Thought I was describing the typical male dog—right? The man with ten women and one penis. The kind of man who cannot add two and two, but can recite the numbers of all the women from his black book.

Actually, this one is for the ladies who have done a 360-degree flip and taken the sexual revolution to another dimension.

Long gone are the days when women were required to be submissive to their men.

A woman’s duty of staying home and being attentive to every need of her male partner has disappeared since equal opportunity saw the light of day.

Women no longer wait on a man to call and ask them out; they do the calling.

The tables have turned.

Thank goodness women as the superior sex decided to take their rightful place on the throne.

But in today’s disposable society ladies are stooping to the level they once struggled against.

If a man ain’t treating you right, find another one.

If all the men you try can’t do the job right, buy a dildo.

If the batteries in the dildo die, find something else that can do the job.

Chastity and virginity died with the Pope.

Is that good, bad or indifferent?

There is a very big difference between sexual freedom and sexual irresponsibility, but many of us choose not to acknowledge it.

It is so easy to blame the society and blame these alleged irresponsible black men for all the troubles we see—the burden of the world that we carry on our shoulders as single mothers, nurturers and leaders.

The fact is, they are only half of the problem.

Too many women, despite their status as Nubian princess, fall too easily for the clothes pin trap.

Men squeeze their head with pathetic lyrics and their legs go sprawling open.

I guess as a defense against being played so easily, they then try to see if they can play the player, and then the games begin.

It becomes a matter of who can have the most offhand, uncaring attitude towards relationships and sex.

You gets no love, baby!

You might have my body and my time, but not my soul or my love or my mind.

Female independence and empowerment is great. But everything has its limits.

I don’t think the sexual revolution catered for our ladies getting pregnant and throwing away babies, or having babies, but throwing away fathers.

Worse yet, have we forgotten there are diseases worse than anthrax floating around out there that have been around for a much longer time?

It’s true. It is hard to find a good and faithful man who won’t cheat on you.

As a matter of fact, there are too many trifling Negroes out there who just drive all the good intentions out of a holy woman.

They start training in the classroom and keep on practicing throughout their lives.

They will be the sweetest things when they first meet you—always have something cute to say, and volunteer to take you places.

But as soon as they realize there is nothing to get, or they get what they want, you are lucky if they even acknowledge you.

I have learnt to enjoy the ride while it’s fun, and then push the eject and ignore button when little boys show their true colors.

Despite the shortage of good men to choose from, turning into a whore and sleeping with anything that has a penis will not solve the problem.

Choose your partners carefully, and take some time before sex becomes a part of the relationship.

As hard as it may be, and as much pressure as your partner will put on you, it pays to keep your head on your shoulders.

Remember: “They’ll say you look beautiful. They’ll say you look fine. But nine months later, they will say ‘it’s not mine.’”

I was told that the problem is that men are dogs. So, tell me—why are we trying to be like them?