Do you think with your penis? I do. Or at least I thought I did. But apparently I’m getting old.
Now read this closely: I am not suffering from erectile dysfunction. However, Little Dontae is no longer the weather vane pointing in the direction of every easy female target that I see.
Just hours ago, I was amazed at how composed I remained when a scantily clad female friend from high school showed up at my front door. I didn’t take the outfit to be a sign of her ulterior motives. Instead, I just chalked the outfit up to the sudden increase in temperature we’ve been experiencing here in SoCal – fucking global warming!!!
Anyway, I also detected a bit of change when I went to Rasputin last week and picked up a few new cds. I was able to vibe to the Talib Kweli and Common albums, because they’re “conscious” rappers. However, there were a few too many bitches and hoes on the new UGK album. It served as a reminder to me: I don’t know shit about pimpin’.
Moral of the story – my penis has become far more selective and my musical tastes are rapidly evolving. Goodbye Ja Rule, hello Jamie Cullum. Goodbye nasty girls, hello classy ladies.
Short and sweet. The wheels of change are in motion.
