Behind the Scenes

by Christina C. Jones

“You tipsy or something, shorty?” he called, stopping a good length away from me – too far for me to really make out his face, especially with the hat pulled low over his eyes. “No,” I answered, trying to keep my tone light and friendly, since I was clearly at fault. “Just… distracted, my bad. I’ve got my insurance information right here.” “Distracted, your bad?” he scoffed. “You busted up my shit, and that’s all you’ve got?”

The swagger in this character completely captured my heart! For some reason I knew he was going to be fine!!!

“You talk down to me about my career, you take my presence for granted, you don’t listen, you’re condescending… do I really need to go on?”

I was visibly pumping my fist in the air when Lo put that base in her voice and kept it there!!

“I thought we were good?”

NO NEGRO! 🙄🙄

“I didn’t get to taste your pussy, I haven’t had your nipples in my mouth, haven’t had my dick in your mouth, haven’t felt you with nothing between us, haven’t—”

The confidence and the respect took me on a trip! Cause boy you saying this publicly!?! 😍 there's a certain way to finesse this and it was mastered here! Consent is always important though in real life!!

“For what?” he asked, using his extended grip to pull me closer to him. “Why I gotta stop?”

*INSTANTLY FERAL*🤍🤍❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

It’s one thing to need a few hours to cool off – even a day, you know? But if you’re comfortable withholding attention and affection for longer than that, over something that could be solved by a conversation – or even better, by you not being a fucking bully? There’s something wrong there. And if you’re on the receiving end of that, you shouldn’t be letting it ride. Whether it’s friends, family, romantic, whatever. They’ve gotta put their shit to the side when it comes to your life. And I’ll tell them that shit again if you want me to.”

Love doesn’t ask you to suffer for it. Love doesn’t require your misery. Love desires your wholeness. Love doesn’t see you hurting and begging to be seen and decide that’s an acceptable state. If your love and attention require that I fall in line to live a life I barely want to wake up to… I don’t want anything to do with that.” For a long moment,

I'm coming back to this every damn time!!!!