Good afternoon world! I hope this blog finds you in good health and even better spirits. I know its been a while since I’ve shown my face and let the voices in my head have their way with my fingers and keyboard. Normally, I would issue a half-hearted apology and some thin ass excuse as to why I’ve been absent. I’m not gonna do that this time. In all honesty, there’s been quite a few things going on in my life that needed my attention and I didn’t just put my blog on the back burner, I took it off the stove. For that, I sincerely and wholeheartedly apologize. Not so much because I think the world needs to hear what I have to say or that my massive following couldn’t live without me (let me make it clear, I truly love and appreciate anybody that takes the time to read my craziness). This blog is where I come to decompress and I’ve been denying myself that release. I’ve got to do better. But enough about that, let’s get to what brings us together today.

The other day (don’t ask me exactly when because I don’t remember), I was reading a post on my new favorite website, Single Black Male entitled: I’m A Black Woman – Unmarried Without Kids. And as I read, I realized that everything that everything the author was describing, has happened or happens to me so I decided to write about those experiences.

As I’ve said before on numerous occasions, I’m a 32 year old black man that has never been married and has no children. Before we go on, let me dispel some of the assumptions that are automatically cast in my direction when people learn about my marital status and lack of dependents. I am not just getting home from a long prison stretch. I am not “emotionally damaged and unable to love and fully devote myself to a woman”. I don’t “hate kids”. I have not resigned myself to a life as a confirmed bachelor. I am neither gay nor on the “Down Low”. And while there is absolutely nothing wrong with being homosexual, everything and its mama is wrong with a man being on the DL but that’s a conversation to be saved for another day.

The main reason that I am both single and childless to this day is because I have yet to find the right situation. That’s not to say I’ve never had a serious relationship or been in love, quite the contrary. What I’m trying to say is that I haven’t had the right combination of a woman I want to spend my life with and my own readiness to settle down. Hell, over the years, I’ve had more than my fair share of chances to procreate. But that’s not really what I want from my life. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I’m not really built to just be somebody’s baby daddy.

I find it both completely hilarious and absolutely depressing that more men can’t make the claims as me. What the fuck has happened to our society? I think that’s all I’ve got for today, but I’ll probably revisit this topic at a later day and time. So until we see each other again, peace and love…