This Guest post by Teacia - Ahhh, what a clich??what exactly makes something ?new??I mean really. It?s not like men come in pretty packaging with a big red ribbon wrapped tightly around them. Yet the prospect of venturing out into something new paints a picture of just that. A new life, wrapped all nicely and custom designed just for me. Now previously that design would have included a tall, dark, chocolate man?but lately I?ve been feeling a bit like I?m in need of a diet?after all, all I have to show for the 29 years of indulging in mass quantities of chocolate is the painful remanence of a root canal here and there and a mouthful of rotten teeth.
So, now I?m perplexed, what?s a girl to do?!?! I mean I am the same girl who proclaimed my love, affection and devotion towards black men?talk about irony. They are my foundation remember?well someone has been slipping me some cheap concrete b/c my house is feeling a little shaky these days. I have gone through several trying situations in my life and sadly my brothers have not been there for me. I see my sister, I see my cousin and I see the love and support they receive from their mates?and it gets me to thinking, maybe I?m missing out on something real.
I?ve had a very long day today, a very emotionally trying day and although this isn?t a phenom in my life, something about the absence of love today just felt different. We see it all the time, the clich?s, white men running to rescue their woman from whatever is troubling them, a man who may not carry the internal strength that most black men inherit, but they seem to embody the type of external support that I so desperately need in my life right now. I?m tired of being strong. I want to just let it all go, but this is not something that black women are allowed to do in our households. I no longer want to be bound by those expectations. I want to be able to look my man in the eye, not have to utter a single word, and for him to know my heart?I need that connection. I need that reality.
Now this isn?t to say that I can?t find all of this in a black man, but maybe I am selling myself short thinking they are the only option. Reality does not conform to the ideal, but confirms it. Besides, I can no longer deal with the selfishness that they all seem to embody, the sense of entitlement to my devotion that they know is definite, and the emptiness that I?m left with when I realize that I?m sent into battle without any armor?I am in desperate need of something new?and a good dentist.


