Am I a Sugar Baby ??

Well,one of my blog buddy told me that that's what some of my school mates think i am.How true is that??

According to the urban dictionary,a sugar baby is a young male or female who is financially pampered by a sugar daddy or sugar mama in exchange for companionship(i.e. sexual favors).My response to the question above is Yes and No.Why so?

I prefer to call them arrangements because i never ask for anything and if i am offered anything other than sex,who am i to say no?

I have had some encounters with them but I don't, in fact,the right vocabulary to use would have to be,I NEVER go looking for them.They just so happen to come along when needed the most and in most if not all cases, they seem to need me more than i need them.So its a win win situation.

I am very particular especially when it comes to them.If you don't look sexually appealing to me when i undress them with my eyes(which is what i do to anyone that i find sexually attractive),then, NO amount of cash would make me look the other way.Having so much money to pamper me is not enough and not what am rooking for.

As much as i may be  attracted to older men and women,I would not date them not unless they are SUGAR POWER mamas and daddy's.By that i mean the Bankers,Lawyers,Nurses,Doctors,Managers large organizations.The creme de la creme of the society (These 5 are the once I have actually handled.....The first 3 being male and the other 2 being female),and the age range has to be between 30 and 40 years of age(yes,there is no way in hell i would  date yoy if you are in my parents age bracket) That is just too twisted even for twisted himself......

I would rather hang around with the more energetic crowd in my age group as broke assed as they may be.At least that way,i can ensure that my game is on point.

These sugar whatever you want to call them,ask for way too much too soon and always demand the unthinkable..... at-least for the once i have been with.

The lawyer for instance,wanted me to move in with him for 6 months before he gets married to this lady he was dating and even went father to ask me if i can be one of those other guys that stand next to the best man at the wedding...Who does that???

The Banker on the other hand told me just after the new country was formed that he was going to check out the prospects of setting up a Hotel establishment in South Sudan during his annual leave period and wanted to find out if i would be ready to join him once am done with school in running the his business with him.My answer to that was that i would think about it.......I still am a year or so later.

The day before yesterday,the HR Manager sugar mama called me and we talked for hours....I was glad to know that she if doing alright and that i have a back up plan. She is still of the opinion that i should accept her marriage proposal.......and she insists that she will keep waiting for me.The damn woman has lost her damn mind.I know myself, and those that know me well enough know it too.[I AM JUST NOT THE MARRYING TYPE!!!!!] [PERIOD!!]........She has lots and lots of issues of her own to deal with.Mid life crisis at 37 is just crazy.Before this call,the last time i had talked to her,she jokingly told me that she wants to resign and Try out  a B.Sci in medicine.I told her that's a crazy idea but she still did it.Now a fresh man in some medical school in China.This time round she was asking me if i can go visit her in summer....all expenses catered for.


And how did i come to meet them if i don't go looking?one might ask.Well, its pretty simple use your eyes and read even the tiniest of gestures and hints thrown at you....in most cases they are intentional and trying to get you to notice them.

Well you guessed wrong.......................I SAID NO....THANK YOU!!..................And don't bother questioning it or the other 2 cases above.......I do thing my own way and at my own time.Is that so hard to believe?Well there is always a starting point...BELIEVE IT!!

Great weekend Y'all.Don't do anything i wouldn't do.

TWISTED

Fathers shitty special

I see you rolling your eyes....I would to if i was reading about it a little over  a week after fathers day.Here is the deal,there is nothing special about fathers day....according to me that is.

I bumped into my old man last Thursday in town and the words that came out of his mouth were, ''what are those things on your neck?can you remove them  right this instance!!''........ my response to that was ''FUCK YOU!!I am doing fine,thanks for not asking."

I am allowed to speak that way to my Father.Who the hell does he think he is?Hadn't he stopped me,I would have walked right past him and felt nothing...which was precisely what i was gonna do.

Perhaps I should  take you guys down our bittersweet memory lane before some of you start judging me.>>>>>This supposed father person raised a hand at my mom when i was around seven years of age and after that i lost all respect i had for him...he dint care that i was seated right next to her watching had he showed a bit of respect for himself back then and  not done it in front of me,maybe i wouldnt have carried my resentment for the coward  man for so many years.

I recall  mom taking me to school the next morning,only to come pick me up a couple of hours later with my sister in a baby carrier on her back.She told me that we are going on a trip to visit my grand mother for a few days,and that we would be back home in a day or two....

That was the last day i set foot in my fathers house and frankly the best decision mama had made for herself. later in life when i was old enough to resent her for leaving my father,She told me that she had to go by the rules and principles that she was raised by and no man no matter how wealthy,and loving was allowed to hit her.(Rules according to her father-"If a man hits you,pack up and come back home") ..............................We had nothing tying us to him and had carried nothing from his huge mansion  not even our own clothes.It was a fresh start and the only thing that we had that belonged to him and his family legacy pegged on us, was his family name(which was changed a year or so later on our birth certificates).

Being the Main man in my family made me the man of  the house and  gave me the right to do as i pleases.<most of the time>with the occasional whooping when i went of track.But i turned out alright and no credit should be given to that father for it.

I have never asked for anything from him,he didn't raise me and has not supported me physically,economically ,psychologically or any of that shit.If anything,he is nothing more than a human bank machine if you were to ask  me.

My mother gave him a second chance when i was around 13 years old but that was short lived.I had a father figure in someone else(my uncle and god father) and even at that age, i didn't have time for this father person....I  had so much hate for him and he knew it.Its no wonder he tried his best to avoid my path.This time it was under my mothers roof and under her rules;a  very good thing... "can i get a hallelujah!''.

I do not  understand why my mom updates him on how we are doing...The last time i had seen him was when he came to visit me on my death bed at M.P shah hospital after a major accident a couple of years back....and even in that state,I asked him to leave.....That ought to tell you something about  me,When i hate,i hate to the core.If you are gonna sire a child be there to raise them and discipline them .''kuzaa,kila mtu aweza...kulea ndio wajibu.''

Moving forward >>>>I stood there listening to all he had to say....I asked him to make it brief because i keep English time and he was not among the to do things on my diary for the day.He feels that its about time i forgave and gave him a chance.....his way of reaching out i guess.I eventually agreed to grab a quick cup of coffee and hear him out before re-affirming to him that that ship sank a long time ago....and there is nothing worth retrieving from it.I might sound like a bitch,which I can be when i want to be,but this wasn't one of those moments.I was telling it as it is.......Twisted,I don't think so.I don't play second best roles with anyone....I didn't cut him out of my life;He did that all by himself.

I think he feels left out because i keep contact with most of my relatives from that side of my family and  he never got another son to continue carrying his name and I keep little to no contact with him.And because 'mimi ndio kusema',I influenced my sister to cut him out as well.After all,we are all grown up.......

He did sound a bit sincere so i asked him to try and make up for it with his grandson....He can not make up for the time me lost with me but if he feels the need to be close to me,he can do it through my god son.I feel as though  all he wants is to make up for the lost time because he wants an official invite to get to be a part of his male ares clild  to and witness the continuation of his cistron.

I can not make time for a man who feels the need to make up for lost time when he is in his fifties...I will meet him at our usual meeting arena....<Funerals>.The one place meeting ground that we are both invited to...He is invited to my funeral If i kicks the bucket before him.but if it plays out the other way around...Attending his burial will be something to think over.

On another  totally unrelated and lighter note,I have attended church services for the past two weeks.The priest is very lively and engaging....Moreover he is as hilarious as (opposite of heaven).He posed a simple question to the the male parishioners.More so the fathers.......

"If u are playing with your toddler and throwing him high in the air before catching  him,with a bath towel wrapped around your waist,and there is a hot jiko right below where you are throwing your toddler(the same one that just heated your hot bath water),and your 10 year old daughter is watching this spectacle,..........Then the unthinkable happens when the baby is in the air.....YOUR TOWEL FALLS!!!!

What would your immediate next move be??Towel-crotch-baby-daughters eyes......Tafakari hayo!!

FOR ME...S/HE IS MY IDEAL MATE!

I desire a Wo/Man who is motivated towards perfecting him/herself spiritually, mentally, intellectually, emotionally, economically and physically. S/He is the WO/MAN that is tailor-made for me.

 S/He is honest, a wo/man of integrity and good moral character,s/he is be open minded, sensitive, yet secure in who she is. S/He is a conversationalist, s/he is humorous, spontaneous, and respectful of self as well as others, s/he is nurturing, supporting and self-motivating.S/ He is affectionate and romantic. His or Her spirit and energy lights up a room upon  arrival; his or her smile warms my heart and surrounds me before s/he even touches me.

S/He understands the importance of being an individual as well as being a respective member of a couple. Most of all s/he realizes that life is a process and that no one is the ideal mate when you first meet them. So if I-we accept each other for who we are, we should have NO problem giving each other some loving. For I know that in time we’ll both grow together and grow into each other's perfect mate.

I know deep down in my heart that s/he exists because fate has placed us here. Now all I can do is strive to be the best person I can be, the person that God created me to be. For now, I am nowhere near  the LIGHT OF LOVE!And thats because i choose not to be.

There is a  woman and a man who made me believe that REAL LOVE exists. They showed my that when my strong tender feelings for someone are balanced by reason and deep respect, I am definitely on the right path.

I hope to find one who cares about his/her welfare and fulfillment as I do my own. My judgments about him/her are quite objective and rational. We both have many values and ideas in common and share similar goals and ideals. Because of him/her, I am passionate and possess a deep desire for him…her...for us!

I want to explore my creative side, express myself, in depth and knowledge. With him/her, there is no need to be quiet, no need to hold back. I will run free and explore life with perseverance, always listening. I know that I now must let wisdom be my guard, let understanding build character in me, appreciate beauty, sincerity, purity…Keep it close never exchange it.

 FOR S//HE IS MY HIDDEN TREASURE WAITING TO BE DISCOVERED…MY PERFECT FIT!

Not yet July

Yes i am still alive people!!

My last update reads Hello July....I was thinking about laying low in June.I haven't logged in here for two weeks or so. I must say,the views and emails over these period have been overwhelming...I didn't know i have so many underground supporters.Mob love to you all.

Everything is EASY!!Don't hate me just yet, allot has been going down and not much time to do some  writing.I cant promise anything just yet because i didn't deliver on my last promise.we will probably meet up tomorrow or the day after and work on that first.

XOXO.
Twisted.

Hello July!!

Carly Rae Jepsen's "Call Me Maybe" is one of the biggest break out songs of the year. It is a shamelessly good pop song and the ultimate guilty pleasure.

I find it impossible not to hum and tap along to it whenever I hear it. Check out this cover performance to the song by Sam Tsui. His gentle voice really stood out.


Enjoy

The second video is just some heterosexual boys having a great time.....it cracked me up.

Hoping i will be in a writing mood this evening so as to fill u in on the birthday parties,my new piercings and tattoos,some gay experience that i was rescued from by one of my girls.....I owe her big for that!!or the twisted gay best friend's insest and love story......take a pick...

If not,I will throw in a draft that i crafted when i was....I think 20 yrs old about my Ideal mate (Wo/Man)

Gaydar alert !!!

My gayder is always on point....I have come to realise that when it gets a bit screwed up and goes on and of on certain people due to their characteristics,it is trying to let me know that those are metro sexual guys that can easily be lured into my trap.

There is no such thing as 100% straight.Take a case in point;one of my best friends who happens to be as straight as an arrow and certainly not narrow.I used to mess around with him(not sex wise),but played regular tease and sexual pranks involving me touching him in all the Right areas in the most awkward places and he let me do so without complaining.I remember this one time we were in a pub in town  having drinks at a round table along with other  friends including his girlfriend at the time.

He was seated right next to me and i slid my hand inside his pants underneath the table and stroke his willy several times that night.He gave me a look that was  meant to say get your hands out of my cookie jar!which i did,then got back to it after a while.Every time i did that to him,he would whisper in my ear"i am not gay!"And i would respond by whispering back"I know,...am not gay either"

Something almost similar happened a few months ago with one of my collage mates earlier this year. The boy sent out major mixed signals.my gaydar used to go on and off on him from the first day i lay my eyes on him....cute ass boy with metro tendencies and  full killer luscious lips and great eyes  both of which  are every girls envy to as they outdo every girl in campus.After befriending him,i convinced him in my own twisted way to go out for drinks n get to know each other a bit better.I must say,am a very good listener and know all the right buttons to push and get one talking.From that date,i got to know all about him from his childhood life to where he is right now both sexually and ambition wise.He went on and on that day n evening,that the only thing that remained was an invitation to come home with me.

He is one of those people who texts me at odd hours of the night to try n mess around with my head and HEAD!!I outed myself to him a month ago so as to set the record straight. Now,all that's remaining is for me to pounce on him when he is nice n tender enough for me to take a big bite.

I appear to be bouncing off the written track..........What led me to write this post?? Oh now i remember.....So there is this new fresher  I have been scoping out for the past 3 weeks. I noticed him in the CBD on the my first day of school this semester......"check out that tall,lean dark dude with a nice tight firm behind.".......(those were my exact words to my cousin when i first saw that dude)yes!!...when i see something worth acknowledging ,i do just that. Irregardless of what others thing of me.

It turned out that the CBD was not the only place i would be bumping to that guy.I would apparently be meeting him in school as well.I have never tossed anyone's salad but that thought lingered n crossed my mind the second time i saw him that day.I would be lying if i said I'm not sure what is attracting me to him.

Remember the public wash room post where i said that was more juicy but it was inspired my something else that happened  in the school urinals?????he is that something.....i met him standing right outside the washroom waiting for his friend to check out or something of the sort...so i walk past him and into the loo.There is so much space in those urinals...his friend was at the far right corner,so i took to pissing right in the middle and seconds later i hear his voice right behind me as he spoke to his pall to my extreme right,then......WAIT FOR IT>>>>>he decides to stand right next to me on my left while he continues to chat with his pal.He seemed to be breaking all the bathroom etiquette rules.For starters,he was standing  too close to me.secondly,he was shouting right into my ear while talking to his mate that i had to move back a step so that the noise is directed to its intended listener and lastly,he was  checking out my junk for way too long because from the peripheral view,i could see the direction his eves were pointed toward too....it was soo obvious because even after his pal had left and i zipping up,he was still working on his zipper,trying to let  out his willy.It was rather obvious that he wasn't there to take a piss.

He has this sorta lost puppy look to him most of the time and likes to stare right into my eyes.If he is trying to notice me to notice him,that is something i did even before his first day there.Because my gaydar is on and off on him.I want to understand him. He mostly does him own thing and keeps to himself. So i decided I will start some interactions between us and see what kind of vibe I get.Opportunity presented itself when he came n stood so close to me at the bus stop to town.His back facing my back but he was so close that i could hear his whizzing.I knew it was him from his cologne scent which i had picked up during the washroom scene and after i turned to start a conversation,he hops into the matatu.

I said to myself”oh well.at least i almost tried...i guess i intimidate him.”


I walk to the  bus stop where i wait for matatu’s to go home and guess who i find  there??yours truly!!!!so i walk up to him and ask him"who is stocking who?"He giggles a bit, ice is finally broken and we finally kick off a conversation which was soon to be interrupted ....it turns out that not only do we live in the same estate but also neighbors.

luring him with my charm would mean breaking one of my rules that states thao shall not do IT with his neighbours.....Twisted,Yes.....can that rule be amended??My penis will give a ruling verdict on that soon.

Happy Madaraka day  and Happy birthday to D,B & D...