Tales of The Nudist: What Imperfections?

Some men love stretch marks...I am his perfect
Getting all he deserves
Plate full
Due to his love for curves
Fed

So, he asked me if I minded him posting my nudes on his blog. You read right...my nudes. When did being naked become so controversial? Damn you atom in the evening! They said the freaks come out at night setting the illusion that Light doesn't exist. If I step out the room, you'll still feel me there. Allow me to illuminate your thought process.

We are all God's (Jah's, Allah's, Anu's, Ourselves') work of art. Art is creation. What we call imperfections are perfect in the power they hold. They can control how you live your life. They can assist in the telling of your story.They're a part of who you are, making you unique. What's more perfect that the things that make you, you?

"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder." Very few people have their own opinion when it comes to beauty. They base what's beautiful on what society labeled as such; the mob mentality. When I was in grammer school I was the "Big lipped black ugly monkey." African was definately not the look. When I graduated from High School, I was that "Sweet chocolate thing with full lips." Go Figure.

This reminds me of The Ugly Duckling; only I was never ugly. What changed? I think, in this case, horomones. If anyone liked me as I was growing up, they either kept it to themselves or expressed it in private. God forbid! Going against the norms of society is a form of treason, a crime punishable by lynching! So, instead they settle for being a part of the mob and cast stones. Well, the person without imperfections should cast the first stone. I was always good at dodgeball, but the best way to kill a mob is to point out the individuals.

The chances of me being a contestant on America's Next Top Model is slim to none (pun intented). My sculpter is perfect, therefore, I am perfect. There are no mistakes.

The only hang ups I have about my nudity is based on the society's hang ups. Oh, my God! Is that a ti ti? So, what? We forget that nourishment came from the breast. Not to gross you out, but the first breast you saw and became familiar with was your mother's. When did we start pretentiously throwing that hand over our eyes? I guess the same time we discovered peeking between the fingers...who are we fooling?

To someone I am the poster child for what is beautiful. If that someone ends up just being me; well then, cover your eyes, because I told him yes. Post my nudes. Shouldn't we be fruitful and multiply?

A male groupie (who I thought was a little out of his mind) asked me what I was doing on the reproductive tip. Well, if creation is art and we're re-creating, than this is it. The Re-creation of Light; captured by SirReal Photography...Keep one eye open.



Light Tah, Tah 4 now.

P.S- If you would like to see more they will be posted here: http://sirrealphoto.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-its-really-light-natasha-l-spence.html

The Company of Misery

Why are you torturing yourself? Because you are afraid of yourself; afraid to be alone...

This may be considered a spin off of self love, but what the hay...I am one person with variations and elaborations to my thoughts. See I not only know myself, but I love myself...I made it that way. If I found anything out about myself that I didn't like, I'd change it until I liked it.

I am SINGLE! Listen, because I have screamed it from mountain tops. Don't get me wrong...I want a man (for my homosexual readers...a lover, but I want a man). I'm not willing to trade my happiness for it. There are nights I wished I had the routine of cuddling, but if I have to be miserable for it...I'll hug my pillow. See my pillow doesn't cause ear, back, head or heartache.

"You don't love yourself, if you did than what others do wouldn't matter as much, Because you got you." I qoute myself from my Self Love post. I did that to draw the variation to this post; You don't love yourself, if you did you would want yourself to be happy and will not allow anything to interrupt that happiness. You would want the best for you.

If that bitch (I say bitch, because bitches exist; male and or female) makes you miserable...I mean to the point that the very thought of them makes you sick...THEN LEAVE. Making yourself miserable is some STUPID SHIT! I HATE STUPID SHIT! ~STUSHI~

I'm going in...

He called me...crying "Light, this crazy bitch is pregnant." [I'm paraphrasing]
1 week later- "I feel some kind of way...she had an abortion." "Well, that was your seed, but look at it this way...God gave you a pass."
1 month later- "Yo Light, that crazy bitch is pregnant again." "Why you tellin' me? I don't know her." "It's mine." ~STUSHI~
9 months later- "She won't let me WOOMP WOOMP WOOMP and she don't WOOMP WOOMP WOOMP..." "Um. God gave you a pass."

This is an extreme example of wanting to be the company of misery. When you get caught up in your ~STUSHI~ (saying ~STUSHI~ does not bruise the ego of the stupid and saves you from cursing (that is until it becomes universal, but for now I figure your a member of my blog, so you are excersising your intelligence) oh, yes...and you can say it in church!) don't bring it to me. Then you would be bringing misery to my life and I'm not having it.

I wasn't born yesterday, so I had to learn some things to get to this point. Please stand (more over than under) that I feel like a seminar host. Not only am I your host, but I was in the very predicament that you're dealing with. I am speaking from experience.

My gift to you; Leave them bitches to find one another. You are unequallly yoked. It's time to use the knowledge you obtained and solve the problem. What is your reason for keeping the problem consistant?

Spend time with self. You might not like everything you find, but you have the power to. Learn yourself and love yourself to the point that you will not jepardize your happiness. You deserve the best; demand it, even from yourself.

Light TAH, TAH 4 now

Cocker Spaniels and Muchoskins

In my first post I spoke about the Cocker Spaniel (a Young Man whose sole purpose is to...well, cocker your spaniel. Usually because they're LEGAL, but can't take you to the club and (in most cases) still live with their momma.) Legal of course means at least 18, but I prefer mine to at least have graduated out of high school...lol...lawd.

We don't get serious with Cocker Spaniels, because their immaturity and lack of wisdom will drive us crazy. They are for fun and games, because they can understand fun and games. Please, when dealing with them let them know their position. The last thing you want is your co-worker showing up at your cubicle talking 'bout "Hey girl, I think your nephew is out there looking for you..." and he's standing out by the front desk with a dozen roses talking 'bout "Hey Boo, I've missed you..." looking for a kiss (I think you get the point).

Consider that some may not be able to enter the club with you, much less buy you a drink. Now I can't give you an age difference, but if you or your homegirl has children their age...that's a good gage. You'll know, Stella, you'll know.

Now for the Muchoskin...I puposely didn't define it in my first post to see who will ask or see if you would just pretend that you knew.

Here are the myths to figuring out a man's 'size': height, shoe size, nose, hands, etc.

I usually don't deal with men shorter than me; their 'Napolean Complex' is real and intolerable.

A Muchoskin in a Macho Munshkin. Mucho is much (or a lot) and I think we know what a munshkin is, if not...look it up. That's all. I don't deal with shorter men otherwise, so I came up with a term...it's the poet in me...lol.

Light Tah! Tah! (4 now)

Self Love

My friend, a beautiful man by the name of Wize, did a beautiful thing for me. He found a picture of a kemetic (egyptian*) bust and matched it with this picture of me...STRIKING resemblance! It is now my profile pic on fb, but this is not what I'm posting about. I'll definately do another post.



I showed another friend the picture and he replied that that was REAL love. Mind you, they are both brothers with the potential to be my man. Their potential lies in our vibes and mental capacities (down right beautiful). Wize and I have been in contact very seldom over the course of 5 years and the other brother and I share a love that cannot be understood; our very union may basterdize it.

In the energy of it all I realized that a lot of brothers love me. Then why haven't I had a man (at least not one worth considering my man) in almost 8 years? The conversation between Wize and I revealed the answer.

He had a lot to say about why he never actually hooked up with me; other relationship issues, wanting to be the best him, and learning who he is. These are all good points and I am flattered that he has REAL love for me...(you feel that but coming? I'm actually trying to use that word less)...I heard..."Light, I don't love me."

I'm not psychic, but he confirmed my observation. I said, "You don't love yourself,  if you did than what others do wouldn't matter as much, Because you got you." I was also saying was that if you loved yourself than we would be together. He would love himself enough to see the beautifulness in our union.

Let me be clear...I don't want him otherwise, because then we will be unequally yoked. I'm not into wasting time and I love myself enough to stay by myself if necessary.

I say all of this to say...Love yourself, so you can love others. Changing the world is that simple.

Light Tah! Tah! (4 now)

*This is the last time I'm translating Kemet to Egypt. I only did it for those who don't know that Kemet is Kemet.

Fetishes- What better way to begin?

So...I finally have a blog! I know you are all very excited (ha ha). It's a brilliant way to journal (w/o the status character limitations). Especially, for the writer that hates the physical act of writing. I know I'm odd. Actually, I prefer SPECIAL...I'm so special, so special, so special!

Okay, on to the Topic At Hand(TAH). Fetishes.

So, I'm chatting with my potential Cocker Spaniel* and he asked me about a specific sexual act**. I replied to him that it was my fetish. Judging by his reaction I think it is safe to say that he had the wrong idea for what fetish meant.

You know I looked it up.

I did not know that a rabbit's foot is considered a fetish, come to think of it...that makes sense too. Anyway, I went with definition c***. I had no Idea it was that deep! Being a poet...I have my own definition.

Aham! A fetish is simply the thing that ultimately turns you on; sexually, it's what I love to do.

He apparently took it to be an addiction, because he then commenced to wanting to slut me out to his crew of young men. Besides the universal law of having one Cocker Spaniel at a time (this will eventually be it's own blog)...Hello! You are the Cocker Spaniel! You are trained and the trained do not call the shots!

No, but seriously, it transfers from being a fetish to addiction if it has control of you. I will have you know that I do NOT go into withdrawal if I do not perform my fetish.

Oh, if by chance you THINK you've figured out what my fetish is...I will lie. Unless, of course, your a potential Cocker Spaniel, Muchoskin, or sexual partner.

Hope you enjoyed my 1st blog...This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

P.S- Ladies, don't be frontin' like you never had a Cocker Spaniel or thought of it! Judgemental asses...lol


* A Cocker Spaniel - is a Young Man whose sole purpose is to...well, cocker your spaniel. Usually because they're LEGAL, but can't take you to the club and (in most cases) still live with their momma. Note: this term is original...it's mine! You're free to use it, but give me my PROPS!

**Most of you know me and know I'm a straight up individual, but I still have to protect ItsReaLight the product. There's just some things I cannot reveal, so use your imagination. Besides...if I told you, the brothers will be lined up at my door!

***c : an object or bodily part whose real or fantasied presence is psychologically necessary for sexual gratification and that is an object of fixation to the extent that it may interfere with complete sexual expression

Light TAH! TAH!..4 now