PRISONER EXPRESS

I have traveled to and fro, throughout different states, from New Orleans to Chicago in order to find my favorite trip. Often people refer to the place as if that is what makes the trip, I think not. I find my favorite trip has nothing to do with where I have been, but who I am sharing the enjoyment of this place with. I have been to many so called fun places and had no fn at all, and I have been to the same place with a special someone and that place became fun. The trip never was a place, what makes the trip fun is the people, so the enjoyment or trip itself is really in the mind. I only enjoyed certain trips with certain people. I still recalled moving into a mixed population neighborhood, I was knee deep in the streets at the time. I was a hustler, still hustling drugs to this interracial female dyke couple. The African female played the man role and the Caucasian female played the girl role. The white girl, although living close to the edge, always gave me a sexual attraction spiritual vibe. The vibe itself is hard to explain without the experience.

I was good friends with both partners, in which they wound up being some of my best customers. I was attracted to the Caucasian sister because she had this feel good vibe, although non-religious, she had this effect on everyone who surrounded her, they ended up liking her, if not to the point of worship as a female goddess. The thing about her was unusually strange for me because I like thicker women and she was naturally skinny. I liked tough minded strong, intelligent women with jobs, she was intelligent but it was hidden in her hip hop attitude, she was a registered nurse and represented herself in court, who later went to school incarcerated and became a paralegal. I was always dating older women, she was older than me by ten years, but she dressed, looked and acted like I did when I was nineteen, to the point you would have never guessed how old she was. She was from a middle class neighborhood, who by choice chose to hang out with brothers and sisters, who were some of her best protectors during troubles. I like women with straight teeth, and she was badly in need of braces for her teeth. I use to come at her sexually for about two years, she always turning me down, yet her partner knew it, plus I had girlfriends on the side, some of who was dykes also, so there were no secrets among us, we all knew what we were doing.

One day the Caucasian female's partner died, from shooting up drugs in needles. She had never shot up but was involved in other drugs like weed and cocaine. She was not the super strung out type, selling her body for drugs because she had a lot of rich, white male friends who supported her habit. She was their ghetto pass into the ghettos without them getting robbed or looked at like they were the police, since they didn't have that hip hop type behavior pattern that could pass them off as cool; they had to be vouched for by a well known and respected person from the streets. I had by this time slowed up trying to sex this girl but still made passes, by this time I used to sleep in the same bed without even touching her. She had keys to my apartment and watched mine which ended up being across from her, before the African sister died, she stayed in a house.

I started to ask her to hook me up with this African female friend she had since she would usually turn me down. She wouldn't because she like me herself she said. She did used to buy me clothes, shoes, matching outfits with hers, but I thought nothing of it, knowing her mother owned a hot tub business that installs and sells hot tubs and swimming pools, and also was a YMCA manager. Not to mention she was one of the most skilled scam runners I have ever seen, plus a more notable seductress who tricked old white men out of money. I guess because in the hood that would be dangerous for a Caucasian girl, and since most Caucasians were scared of brothers from the hood, they wouldn't come looking for her, especially after they tried to cheat on their wives a lot of them being respected businessmen. One was the Rockford's news man. She knew how to use the brothers in her scams; in a way they didn't even know existed.

I became crime partners with this white sister who loved brothers. One day sexually attracted to her lying across the bed in just her underwear asleep as I walked in one morning, I would do my usual messing around, putting my fingers where they weren't supposed to be, pulling down her underwear to know resistance. I'd put on a rubber, sometimes three, since I was scared of STDs. How did I know this was the day, I was so sure of myself for some reason. I slid inside the woman feeling kind of guilty because she seemed to be asleep. I said, "I don't got no condom on" to make sure that I am not committing rape, she reached and felt that I did have one on and laid back, as if passed out. I did my thing. Upon the next morning I felt aggressively stalked. She asked me, "Did we have sex last night?" I told her no, but she knew, and she explained how tired she was and had a wet dream about me, in which that night it was true but the other dreams I didn't know about. She claims she hadn't slept in three days the night it happened but still if that was true â€" I could tell she was unconsciously in love with me, even without knowing or so she claims.

For the next couple of days she was acting crazy around my girlfriend who knew who she was to me. She thought I was already sexing her, anyway but she didn't mind sharing as long as I was good to her. I had a lot of girlfriends who were like her for some reason, especially the white ones, but this girlfriend was an African. I noticed the white girl became possessive in nature, but the African female gave me advice, fighting her, telling me to check my friend. I didn't want to have sex with the white sister but grading out a number of sexual relationships she is in the top ten best I ever had, so I was tempted to do it again. For awhile I resisted. I tried her, she gave in, as happy as could be. She has always asked to be my girlfriend, knowing I had others she labeled herself my # 1 girl. I had to tell her the truth, if you and me were in a relationship I probably would have broke it off already because having a lot of women admiring me it would be hard for me to stay faithful, when you want me for yourself and they all didn't mind sharing, sometimes knowingly running a train on me, trying to wear me down. She agreed, we have been friends but lovers, ever since.

I have had girlfriends that have come and gone, like she had male friends yet we are still lovers and friends if the opportunity presented itself for it. She has really proven to be my number one girl, she had three kids before she became a dike and got my name tattooed on them. Not messing around with a man for years, I was the reason she came back to being straight. The friend I wanted to date of hers, she turned the African sister dyke so I couldn't go behind her back and have sex with her without being involved in the middle of the whole operation. She has offered to marry me, I refused because I did have a main woman and I wanted to start my own family, not take care of somebody else's, even though me and her kids got along fine. She even writes me now that she has a boyfriend that's a friend of mine from Chicago, sending me money of other men's from time to time. I love her loyalty; she has proven to be a true friend. I can tell her anything without her feeling offended, even when she should be.

A lot of times I try to be as open to other Caucasian as I did to my many Caucasian women, believing all white people to be open minded. I was wrong. Relationships hold a special power you cannot get anywhere else. She knows I am a black nationalist now, yet we believe in mating inside of your own race to preserve our culture, we still have talked about sex and kids; she's interested in with me. She knows the NWT, Black Liberation Army thing is closely related to the Black Panther ideals, yet even Eldridge Cleavers has Caucasian girlfriends and I believe a half-white attorney for a wife, as a high ranking Black Panther member. A lot of misinformed people believe that a black nationalist can not love or be in association with whites, I have seen it done. Image is one thing in real life, I know black nationalists with mixed kids. What is the difference is these Caucasians accept these black nationalists as is with no strings attached. The same belief I have upset one with, the other don't mind because it's real. I love to be accepted for who I am, not what I might seem to be. I have dated daughters of racist Caucasians who had certain views planted that were prejudiced, yet that never effected our personal relationship because we chose to educate one another instead of suppressing each other's thoughts. Most of the world has not even evolved to this level yet. Right now, most people cannot stay in a good relationship with one woman better yet with ten women. You let them tell it, they know better than me.

The theme topic to this article is my favorite trip, so what does all this have to do with a trip. That's just it, my favorite wasn't a vacation spot, it was her apartment, the cat and mouse games, the control factor, the truth or dare situations, the competition was all in the vacation package. What made her so much fun, she was a thinker who always maintained, most of the time under pressure. The trip was special to both of us because it was one of our favorite memories; we still talk about those times. Both of us have moved on with our lives but I'll bet you all the money in the world she would drop everything she was doing to mind trip all over again and Ibam 29 and she's 40 now, nothing has changed. You may or may not understand, but my favorite trip is not a trip at all. Believe me, the freaknick in ATL, don't have anything on that apartment.