Familiar with Lex Steele? I’m his East Coast counterpart. When he can’t make it to the Right Coast, I represent him at glad handing events, award ceremonies, and I have even had to do a few cameos. Ever thought “that doesnt look like Lex…” That was yours truly. If I’m not reppin Lex or wasting taxpayer’s money at work, you can occasionally catch me over at Threewaystotakeit.com (Shout out to Ms. Jenkins, Slim and Young Seattle!)
As a former manager at a Marriott hotel, I definitely understand ladebelle’s concept of hiring employees to fill specific positions. However, just like when I was a manager at a hotel, you usually get employees that show up to work and the first thing out their mouth is “what they aint about to do”. Which is cool, no problem establishing your boundaries and what not. But guess what, you are an EMPLOYEE. Management dictates the work on this site, patna. If you want to keep this job, you better get with the program.
In my experience, the biggest point of contention between employees and management usually arises when the issue of fellatio is brought to the table. Now as a manager and representative of a very reputable organization, I have a responsibility to make certain concessions to make sure my employees are happy with their working situation. I have no problem reciprocating. What I will not tolerate is the dreaded ultimatum: “I only do that for my man.” Now, I’ve held focus groups to try and understand what could possibly lead a woman to say something so ludicris to a man. The most popular responses were “Well, I have to trust him” and “I don’t just do that with anybody.” This alarming for several reasons. First off, while you might not do that with just anybody, you are seeking employment here and I hate to be thought of as “just anybody.” I already have to worry about people misrepresenting themselves on their resume, now you get to work and refuse to display your talent? Not good. You are clearly not a team player and not the type of employee we are looking for.
As for this trust excuse…let’s be realistic for a second. I’m not advocating that you fall on your knees and begin worshipping at the temple of RightCoastLexSteele (It would be nice, though) on first sight. However, if we have been “talking” for a while, I’ve been to your place, you’ve been to mine, we hung out a few times, and I’ve introduced you to my fellow cocksmen, how much more trust you want to have before you bless me? I know, I know, diseases and blah blah blah, but guess what, condoms break everyday in the hood shorty, so you can still be exposed. Might as well die happy with a stiff one in or around your mouth. While this may not guarantee you a job depending on your skill level, it will definitely guarantee you won’t get fired. And there is definitely a shortage of SBM’s hiring during this recession, so you might as well do everything you can to hold on to your job. If not, you will be downsized in favor of someone who will do twice the work, for half the price and quadruple the enthusiam. Gotta love capitalism. It just seems absurd for you to kiss me in the mouth, arguably one of the most germ filled places on the human body, get butt neked in my domicile, use my bathroom/shower, but can’t kiss my shamrock, which has been in it’s Banana Republic cotton case all day. Maybe I’m the crazy one, but that just seems like flawed logic.
This is not a rant about women that don’t spit on the mic. I’ve totally blocked them out of my consciousness. They don’t exist to me. Stephen Colbert doesn’t see race, and I don’t see women that don’t lick me like a lollipop. This is strictly about the “conditional” mouth huggers. To all the “Ms. If you were my man” people out there, please, get over it. IF my aunt had balls, she’d be my uncle. But she doesn’t, so we call her auntie. No idea what that has to do w/ anything, but I said it. Look ma, I haven’t been huggin’ the block, nor have I been hustlin’ rocks, but I’ma still need to know baby girl, is you gon suck it or not?! (It wont suck itself.)