It’s no secret that the key to a man’s heart is hidden in the bedroom. Since the dawn of time men have put premiums on the females who know how to “do that lil’ thang we like” no matter what her social status may be. True, there are different levels of mindset when it comes to a women’s sensuality but the overall consensus is that we desire the sexpots more than the plain Janes. Why that is in itself is an interesting questions and one we’ll get to in a minute. First, I wanted to touch on the rise of public displays of skank that have been seen all too often. What’s that about?
With the Superhead Academy opening up back in the day, we saw the booty call recipient becoming famous and striving to make a legitimate name and place for herself. Then the bastard children splintered off into their own school of thought—the Carmen Ortegas, Alana Wyatt-Smiths and Andrea “Kat Stacks” Herrera—and decided not to stick to the script. I’m going to keep it real: all that jumping on Youtube putting your latest creep session on blast is the quickest way to kill any semblance of career you might’ve otherwise achieved. That shows you have no respect for the code, and yes, there is a code, and overall you’re messy. Used to be the side pieces got a baby Benz or a couple jewels and they would do their thing on the under. Now, these bird brains run tell dat faster than Martin and blow up everyone’s spot. Do you realize how much each of Tiger’s sidepieces could’ve come up if they put together a unified front? Each could’ve walked away quietly (the operative word being quietly) with $5M apiece and been STRAIGHT. Even the ugly one. To be completely honest, I’m surprised one of these whistle blowers hasn’t been found in a ditch yet. No, I’m not advocating violence towards anyone but the world didn’t just stop being gangsta overnight. When you wreck homes like that, you destroy a delicate ecosystem that can get that man got for half his trap easily.
So now that we understand the basics of chickenhead logic, let’s get back to why we love freaks but hate hoes. Those aren’t the kind of thoughts that inspire men to make the relationship anything more than a one night exercise. Those bopper-like mannerisms WILL NOT make us wife you up, acknowledge you in public or even return your call. In short. We don’t love, like, admire or think of in a flattering way, a hoe. Just like the garden tool namesake, she’s to be used and put back in the shed. Then why do they exist? And why do men keep getting caught with their pants (sometimes literally) down? Because their necessary. Our girlfriends generally aren’t freaky enough to satiate our carnal desires. We love watching and filming sex tapes. We love watching and involving in ménage a trois. If you permit us, we’d have 12 girlfriends at a time. But you won’t and especially in the married cases, it’d be dangerous to openly pursue something like that. You see, buying a prostitute isn’t appealing knowing what we know about STDs. Not to mention there’s no chase in it, no feelings of conquest. There’s nothing like going out, macking a woman and taking her for the evening only to forget her name in the morning. That’s how the game USED to be. The generation now is too far removed from how things should be and instead entrust their feelings to women who shouldn’t even have access to his real phone number. To make it crystal clear, the wife should be the only one he puts his heart in; the rest just get voracious sex and a maybe a trinket or two. Preferably not.
In closing, I will break down the game and provide you with an action plan to get things back on track. Women, you know if you’re his bottom B or not. Play your role accordingly and keep the relationship on the rails it is supposed to be on. If you’re the wife, and you don’t want your man going outside of the relationship, give him everything he desires in the bedroom within reason. If you find an impasse that just is too much for you to handle, address this with him and help him decide if he needs to move on. Stick by your guns but know that if he does want to move around, that should be the end of it. Trying to bend him too far will result in the second string being called up to play. I know it’s harsh but it’s the truth. Should you be the side piece, keep your mouth closed and let the relationship be what it is. All that extra isn’t necessary—you knew what it was before you came in so keep it the same until you go out. To the fellas, please better recognize the difference between a freak and a hoe. A freak is someone who’d give you the biz on strength of your interactions alone and a hoe is someone with an ulterior motive. You should be able to spot a professional hoe; she works hard to create that enticing package for you. The average freak isn’t as stacked as Karrine Steffans was. Snoop Dogg said it best in “Gin and Juice”. By the way, if you’re wondering why, after all the things Kat Stacks has done to rappers so far, would anyone still have sex with her? Because of the hype. It’s not quite a badge of honor but the intrigue to see if it’s really that good is enough for some guys. Chiefly, impressionable dumb rappers.
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Charles the CEO