Daddy’s Little Girl
Aug06

Daddy’s Little Girl

    I recently gave my Facebook fans a chance to choose my next topic to write about with the hashtag #DearJaxn, and one of them posted:  Great question. There's this story about a guy named Marc who went to the barbershop and had the same question. Where I'm from, barbers are like psychologists. Their advice is real, uncut, and straight to the point. Marc's a first time father who hadn't been in his 5 year old daughter's life. The conversation went like this: Barber: What's stopping you? Marc: Nothing. I mean, nothing besides her moms. Barber: She won't let you see her? Marc: Nah she do. But I can't be around that woman for 2 minutes without fussing and getting stressed out. I just be tryna get away from her, but that means getting away from Amiyah(his daughter) too. But don't get it twisted, I take care of her. I just can't deal with her moms and for real for real, it ain't like I can raise no girl to be a woman no way. That's a woman's job. Barber: You can't be serious. A daughter definitely needs her father. Marc: Nah I carry my weight and I ain't even on child support. Ain't a week that go by that I don't send money for clothes, food, whatever she need. Barber: No, I'm not just talking about money. You're the first impression of a man she'll ever have. You keep on thinking that giving her money should compensate for the conversations you're not having with her, and she'll grow up to let those same dollars compensate for the respect she's not getting. Marc: But it ain't even like that. I gotta grind to make sure she got the stuff she need. If I miss a birthday party, that's better than her missing a meal. Barber: But those few hours you sacrifice to watch her blow out her birthday candles will mean the world to her. You can't keep saying how much you want to be there for her, while your actions say otherwise. You don't think she'll grow up to meet another dude who'll give her the same lip service to get in her underwear but go missing as soon as her period does? Marc: Ay that's my baby girl you talking about. Barber: Which is exactly why you need to hear this. You're only increasing her tolerance for the bullshit that'll come her way from another man who claims to love her. It's on us to define what a real man is so that they won't get it confused with these lame dudes who calling em "bad...

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The Story of Brandy and Jason
Jul31

The Story of Brandy and Jason

Jason recently saw a beautiful girl walking one day and decided to approach her. Her name was Brandy. She wasn't interested at first, but his persistence paid off and he not only got her phone number, but also a date for later on that night. Jason: Hey Brandy, open up it's me Jason Brandy: Coming opens door Jason: Hey sexy. Damn you looking good in that lil' fitted dress. Can I come in? Brandy: I thought we were going out? Jason: Yeah we are, I just gotta use the bathroom real quick. Brandy: Um...ok. He walks in and looks around the house. He sees that no one else is there. Jason: Can you show me where the bathroom is sexy? Brandy: Yeah...it's right here. But why are you looking at me like that? Why are you getting so close? Jason: Come here you know you want me. Brandy: No I don't, get off me. Jason, stop touching me. No Jason! Get off of me. Help! Somebody help me! Brandy fights back but is unsuccessful. Jason rapes her and leaves her on the floor then leaves. (1 week later) Jason calls. Brandy: Hello? Jason: Hey whasup sexy. Brandy: Why are you calling me. You took what you wanted now leave me alone. Jason: C'mon you know you wanted me. I knew it too. Brandy: How? Jason: I saw the way you was wearing that lil fitted dress. It hugged your curves. Showed off your cleavage n everything. You wanted me, I could see it in your eyes. That's the only reason you would've been asking for all that attention. So I gave it to you. You asked for it. Brandy: Well it's something you need to know. Jason: What? Brandy: I'm HIV positive. Jason: Wait, you're what?! Tell me you're lying. Brandy: No, I'm HIV positive. Don't act surprised. You wanted HIV, I could see it in your eyes. The way you took me against my will. The way you ignored me when I told you to stop. The way you forced yourself into me and without protection. So I gave it to you. You asked for it. Jason: You bitch! How could you do this to me?! Brandy: Everyone knows you rape girls Jason. And you blame it on them. That they somehow asked for it. That the way they dressed warranted your sex even though their cries for you to stop meant nothing. I was given HIV when I was just 14 from a guy like you. He blamed me, just like you did. I even believed him and tried to kill myself. But instead, I decided to...

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