EGO-PHALLIC MASSAGE

Today
Monday
3 June
12:26

I’m goin’ to kick this piece off wit’ a half-assed “all persons fictitious disclaimer,” you know, jus’ like they do it in films.

Here it goes…“All characters appearin’ in this blog entry are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, livin’ or dead is purely a product of your hyperactive mind.”

Did you take note of the part that says “your hyperactive mind?” you did? That’s good.

But why “an all person disclaimer” though?

Well, am goin’ to tell a little story about somethin’ am sure all men have experienced (and still experiencin’) though only a few men will actually own up. Did I say “all men?” hmm, ok scratch that and replace it “most men.”

So you see, some folks might start gettin’ ideas like, Dobs is a world famous blogger and might wanna hit my ass wit’ a case in the court of law for tellin’ the world what they already know. And may be, jus’ may be hopin’ they’ll knock me for a cool million dollars settlement while they’re at it.

Ah! Imaginin’ myself a famous and sueable blogger is good for my ego.

Talkin’ about Ego, somehow Kanye West’s gem on Beyonce’s Ego (remix) always comes to mind

…coulda been anywhere in the world but you’re here with me
That’s good for my ego, ha ha, me and my ego
And he go everywhere we go
My ego is my imaginary friend
He was wit me when I was only imagining…

Yesterday
Sunday
2 June
18:10

I stood there at Ster Kinekor Cinema contemplatin’ whether to go in and watch Furious 6 in 2D or go to the other cinema and see it in 3D.

I know you’re thinkin’, “Did he bump his head or somethin’ ‘cause that film was never made in 3D” what was I thinkin’!

I know what I was thinking; it was the little loot in my back pocket that got me thinkin’ crazy. See, I’d jus successfully harassed and gotten some money from some dude who owed me and that kinda lifted my spirit. So there I was, immersed in my own world, checkin’ out movie posters on the wall when I heard, “am glad I fucked her when I had the chance”

Now that got my attention. My neck turned swiftly of its own accord and two guys in their mid twenties (I assume) fell into focus, jus’ a breath away from me. The one who was glad he fucked her when he had the chance had the look of somebody who’s jus’ got his ego freshly bruised.

I didn’t have to listen to the rest of the convo between those two; it’s somethin’ I’ve heard before, in another place and time…

2008
August
17:52

I was kickin’ it wit’ a friend of mine in front of his crib and he’d jus’ told me how his girl (or as at that moment, ex girlfriend) had left his ass for some guy who was playin’ professional football (soccer) in Belgium. Shawtie found herself a gold pit and she went headfirst without as much as a backward glance at my friend

My boy was hurtin’ but he put a Steven Seagal face on it. I saw through that mask though. Matter of fact, the mask slipped when he said, “Imagine how I would’ve felt I didn’t test that pussy.” I wanted to say it doesn’t make any difference but I ain’t never been a party pooper, nah I ain’t the one who wouldn’t let a friend “enjoy” his moment of pain.

Love/lust lost or kicked out the door is always a painful thing no matter who you are. And when shit like that happens, there’s the tendency for a brotha to try and rationalize things, especially when he’s around his boys, by massagin’ his own ego wit’ stuffs like, “it woulda been painful if I didn’t hit that pussy,” “it was all about the pussy, anyways” and blah blah.

A broken (hearted) man is never a pretty sight.

Most male have gone through or are still goin’ through that stage of ego-phallic massaging (ego-phallic massage…hmm, my father gotta be proud of me for inventin’ this shit). Ladies, ask around and let me know what you find.

By the way, it might interest y’all to know that there was no happily ever-after for the girl. Mr. Ballplayer kicked girlfriend to the curb in record time. Now that’s the stuff of a bitter winter in Siberia, isn’t it?
Outro

The truth of the matter is, no matter how many times one fucked a pussy, or had sex with a woman or as the bible would put it, “know a woman,” it wouldn’t diminish the pain one feels if that woman leaves ones’ ass (for another man) if one genuinely feel somethin’ for that woman.

Huh, what if she leaves you for another woman?

Umm, I wouldn’t know how that feels. I’ve not been to the bridge yet.