Cheating – The Topic that Never Dies..

Cheating seems to be a topic

that no one can let go of and it must be discussed daily. 140 characters on twitter is not enough room for me to express my opinion and thoughts on this subject. You may agree with me or you may disagree but I’m still going to openly voice my opinion. I am one of those people who can sit there and let someone else tell me their opinion and not be offended. More of you should be open to another persons point of view, your way of thinking IS NOT the only way.
So, now on to the topic at hand… Cheating… EVERY MAN DOES NOT CHEAT. Ladies, you can NOT be THAT stupid and naive to sit here and think that every man cheats. I understand you may have dealt with men who have cheated on you, but those men are not the definition of ALL men. If men sat here and said, “All women are hoes”… You would be offended and throw a fit. Well stereotyping them as cheaters is no better, my loves. Now, every single person has the ability to cheat, but that does NOT mean they’re going to do it. There are good men out there ladies and just like YOU good women, they want to do right by their lady.

By you telling me that all men cheat, I will consider you to be ignorant and it will lead me to believe you’ve never witnessed a good faithful relationship in your life whether it be one you’ve been in yourself or one you’ve witnessed in your family or friends. Okay, so you’ve been “played” by your exes several times. Okay do you see the main factor in their situation? The main factor is YOU. And YOU have the ability to control who you date. If you continue to date men around the same age, same areas with the same mentality and all the same likes, are you that blind to not see the pattern? Take the initiative to change the men you go after and then maybe you just may find a man that is going to be faithful to you. No, you, I and all women are not always the one responsible for our significant other cheating, but before you blame him and feel sorry for yourself, stop and think if maybe you could’ve avoided this terrible situation.

Women and men can both be very selfish creatures. Due to selfishness you will ignore your faults and highlight another persons before admitting what you’ve done wrong. Ladies, I am sorry but we are NOT the easiest to deal with all the time and I can guarantee you that a man will not put up with foolishness. Men can sense and do not like insecure women with low self-esteem. It’s very rare a man is going to go out searching for the woman of his dreams and the criteria he is looking for is a women he needs to reassure every 30 seconds that he’s not cheating and that she’s pretty. I don’t know how to say this any nicer but YOU do not belong in a relationship if YOU don’t love yourself first. There is no way you can love and cater to someone when you’re not comfortable and content with the person you are. A relationship is about growing together, not one person helping the other to love themselves, it’s 50/50.
If you’re just insecure and not comfortable do not go and just start accusing him of cheating. Ladies not all men are scum, just like all women are not promiscuous whores. Do better. If you feel like your man is cheating or has put you in a position more than once to feel this way, maybe it’s time for you to take the initiative to MOVE ON! You can go looking and searching for evidence … BUT just be aware… If you go looking you shall find .. & the only one responsible for that feeling you get when your stomach drops and your cheeks get hot .. Is you. So rather than drag yourself through the heartache, make better decisions.

Xox- B

Speed Dating – Kate The SnoFlak

I Went Speed Dating And I Don’t Know What The Hell I Was Thinking – YOLO

Hey friends, it’s me again. I’m honored to be able to drop another fun nugget on thelustgang, so grab some popcorn and enjoy, here we go. Now before I go into great detail about this outrageous experience I had a few weeks ago let me clear the air. I’m not cuffed, married, anyone’s boo or side chick (yet), I’m one hundred percent single. I’m sincere and honest when I state that I truly went into this speed dating option with open eyes, and closed legs for once. I mean fuck it, I can meet a potential winner anywhere, so I have no shame in my game to give speed dating a shot. However to sum up why I was found at a speed dating scene on a Friday evening, it’s quite simple. My best friend suggested we check out this venture for shits and giggles, and when he said he’d buy my first two rounds of drinks, I was totally game. I rarely shy away from anything free, I blame my father.

So let me attempt to paint the picture I walked into, because I was not expecting the venue to resemble a junior high dance hall –no there weren’t streamers hanging in the rafters, but the token Asian guy was standing by the free buffet for a solid 20 minutes guarding the eggrolls like it was his job. As I walked through the bar with my bud Andrew (and yes I can have a best friend who is a guy who I don’t fuck; I’m not of the ratchet variety please keep in mind), we headed into the back room where the “event” was being held, and incase I have to twitpic to prove we’re somewhat attractive folks, we we’re looking ace. I didn’t exactly rock a DTF dress with matching heels or anything but like I said, I looked pretty decent –apparently the rest of the roster didn’t get that memo and some thought attire fresh out of a Salvation Army donation bucket would grab my attention. Dreamers.

So we signed in, I’m super hesitant to write my real name, therefore at the last minute I write “Ann”, fuck these weirdos. As I’m evaluating this pool of single, slouchy, negative energy folks I get this feeling that I truly just want to chug a bottle of Goose and go streaking through the streets of Hartford. Not exactly feeling the people here, but what the hell do I have to lose? Let’s give this awkward dance a twirl.

A few minutes later, the woman who orchestrated this little single mingle event gets the attention of the crowd – apparently this hot shot advertises on the radio and that’s how half of these winners showed up. That’s neither here nor there; I’m clearly bitter, sorry. So the host chatters away about “do’s and don’ts” during our 5-minutes dates. To clarify the speed dating rules, I have to give my undivided attention and personal space to each of these 14 prospective prince charming’s for a total of 5 minutes, all while posing as Ann. At this point I’m mentally in the game; you better believe I’m up to the challenge. The lovely host adds one more positive nugget to the evening, “folks, no need to share if you’re jobless, homeless, or worthless, let’s just meet some fun people tonight, okay?” I nearly snuffed my fruity vodka concoction when I heard her emphasize “fun” I may have fist pumped in my head and was ready for kick off. The 14 women grabbed their seats, a piece of paper and a pen. Now the paper is very instrumental in this little jamboree. It’s got a line for your “dates” name and at the edge of the paper a box to check off yes or no if you wish to pursue your five-minute friend. Now the key to not hurting the borderline suicidal folk’s feelings once you check off “no”, is to fold your paper over on that side. No harm no foul, and no one is the wiser. If you’re feeling daring, now’s the time to take bets on how many dudes grabbed my attention for a yes check, please talk amongst yourselves.

So I’m sitting at this table, legs crossed, wishing I was beyond black out to ensure everyone around me was guaranteed a grand ole time, and this old white feller Jon joins me – let the games begin. He starts off by saying “Hello Ann” which totally caught me off guard. As Jon sat at the table giving me this blank stare I felt the pressure to make this awkward situation painful for him as well, so I got right into the question and answering round, “Jon, what types of sports do you like?” He quickly replied, “Ohh, I’m not really into sports, I like to garden and bird watch”. I cannot make this shit up folks. At this point we’re 74 seconds in and I just want to excuse myself and take my chances at the predominantly white bar, but, I’m not that much of an asshole. I entertained Jon’s bird watching stories and before I knew it, the freaking bell rings, thank you Jesus. He gave me this wimpy handshake and Jon was forever out of my life.

Following Jon was this guy Matt, who looked like he failed the seductive art of eye-fucking in the first semester because he was creeping the hell out of me. I was .05% interested in that fact that Matt was a Giants fan, but he also leaked that he was living with his mom, and that was an auto-no check from Ann.

So, next up was Lorenzo. He looked like a fine-dining waiter in his crimson red shirt and awkward tie that was hanging below his belt line. I was intrigued, let’s see what Lorenzo had to offer. Fun fact Lorenzo was a kitchen designer at Lowe’s and used approximately 4.5 minutes to talk shit about Home Depot and the fact that he deserved a raise from minimum wage. Cool story bud, but you had to go.

A few guys later, my all-time favorite sat down at the table – Javier. Now Javier will tell you right off the bat he is NOT Puerto Rican, he’s a proud Guatemalan who is THE general manager in training at a McDonald’s which is ideally located two hours away from his home. Not going to lie folks, Javier was winning me over with the possibility of hand feeding me chicken McNuggets until the Mayan calendar was adjusted for leap years and came into effect. This 5 foot nothing man had gusto, and proceeded to call me bonita – fucking winning. Five minutes came and went and all I could think about was sweet and sour sauce, but Javier was outy.

Next up was Dave. So Dave spiced up the conversation and asked me about my favorite movies – smart fella. I proceed to raddle off my top five movies in no particular order and Dave just sat there befuddled. I gut checked Dave’s soul real quick and asked “hey bud, humor me, what’s your favorite movie?” He paused, looked around the room for some type of inspirational beer sign and exclaimed “The Princess Bride, that movie is amazing”. I’m sure you can only imagine the obstinate pauses following that line, but I smiled, and sheepishly asked if he was gay. The bell rang, perfect timing. Adios queer Dave.

My next fun interaction came with Henry, a fresh off the boat guy from Poland who’s English is as sharp as a sorority chick who has just guzzled three solo cups of jungle juice laced with rohypnol. I did manage to gather that Henry lived in a crack house at some point in time, and no it wasn’t Krakow smart ass, he pointed to his track marks.

The next awkward turtle date was Gene, ahhh, the token black guy at this event, finally! I had this strange feeling that Gene was able to decipher my invisible ink tattoo on my forehead that reads “only fucks black guys” because he was hitting on me hard with his nerdy grin. It was a bummer that Gene’s hairline was competing with LeBron James for last place so I wasn’t exactly feeling a spark. In addition Gene slipped up and said he was still in love with his ex-girlfriend, you’re outa here buddy.

My last date highlight was Jesse. This tall, tatted, dark, handsome (I was four drinks deep, so I may be stretching the handsome part) sat down. The second he opened his mouth I saw half a rack of teeth that were clearly on vacation and may have been located beneath some hole in the wall bar in south Hartford. I don’t judge that much, well, sort of. But a missing tooth I can deal with, missing teeth, I’m genuinely concerned about how much soft foods you have to slurp down at a future date. Thank the heavens Jesse spilled his water all over the table and I was able to avoid any obvious gawking at his lop sided mouth. I did gather that the nervous nelly was off to an AA meeting after tonight’s event and I may have asked him if he needed a ride while pointing out the bus stop on the corner. Anyways, five minutes flew by and the final bell rang, freedom!

I took a deep sigh when I was finally able to step away from the now moist table Jesse left me with and walked up to the host to hand her my golden ticket. I had fourteen stellar individuals who attempted to knock my socks off with charm, but alas I hadn’t made a love connection. My friend Andrew had zero luck as well, the female population was just about as impressive as my multicultural dates – bummer.

Needless to say speed dating, Hartford style didn’t exactly produce a knight in shining armor for your fellow sno flak, oh well, I’ll live. I’m using this experience as motivation to thirst harder on your Instagram pictures, you’re welcome.

Until the next time we meet, stay lusty and bendy.

Love always, Kate the SnoFlak

@FeinerThanU

Do You Know What YOUR Man Wants? Pt. 1

At February 23, 2013
By Bella
In Bella

Okay ladies,

so whens the last time you stopped and asked your man what he REALLY wants? It is apparent, you get everything you want, but does he? You’re not the only one in this relationship, he’s there too. He has needs and his needs have to be satisfied as well. One of your main priorities should be to stimulate and keep your King happy.

SEX: Of course, what man doesn’t like sex? But ladies, the same two positions get boring for men too and assuming it’s completely his responsibility to be aggressor or the one in charge of the play by play EVERY time you guys get physical is where some (many) women go wrong… Add some excitement. Hey, you never know maybe you” enjoy the sex better yourself if you take the initiative to spice things up….Don’t really know what to do? Well I’m sure your man watches porn or has watched porn AND I’m almost positive you do not do everything his favorite porn star does in her videos. So, educate yourself watch a few of those videos, see what sexy little twists you can add to the way you ride him or go down on him, surprise him. Most men love oral sex, and I’m sorry to say if your man is one of them and you are not satisfying him he may feel the need to search elsewhere. You don’t die from going down on your man, and if you’re scared, practice on objects. I’m not being funny, I’m actually being serious and I’m sure your man will thank me later. Oral sex can be fun, suck on a mint before… go down on him and lightly blow on the tip…bet that’ll open his eyes up. KEEP HIM SATISFIED!
FOOD: We all know men LOVE a good mean, and I’m sure my good friend Dap will appreciate this section! FEED HIM! You don’t know how to cook? Okay, that’s fine we all didn’t come out of the womb with a frying pan in our hands, even though some of you ladies would like to pretend you did. Teach yourself how to cook… Buy a cook book, gather family recipes, go on @Sashlyy’s website (TheBlueMasonJar.wordpress.com), shit you can even GOOGLE something. But first find out his favorite dishes. Of course if you don’t know how to cook it’s going to take a few times to perfect it, but it’s all about effort, try using some.
CONVERSATION: Majority of the men I’ve come in contact with, whether be my boyfriend, exes, friends, or family members, love to be able to have an intellectual conversation with a woman. No ladies, they don’t just want to speak to you about sports and PlayStation games. That’s what their guy friends are there for. Maybe he has an opinion about a current event or something that’s happened in his life and wants to have an in-depth conversation about the pros and cons. The whole “dumb blonde”, witty, and dumb persona some of you like to portray is NOT a good look.Trust me, that will drive a man away quickly….

No woman is perfect, no man is perfect, but you can be perfect for your partner if you’d stop worrying about yourself. These are just a few pointers, I am NOT a relationship expert, but I’m not dumb and can tell you what has worked for me and people I know. Men and women, alike, are not as complex as people would like to make them out to be.

Until Part 2, stay beautiful

Love is beautiful.

Xo- B

Wisdom From A White Woman

What’s your number? Who really gives a fuck?

I’ve never truly understood the importance behind asking a potential sexual endeavor “hey, how many people have you slept with?” I’m just curious, at what point in a relationship do you find it necessary to inquire about that type of information? Perhaps I have no interest in knowing your number because let’s just say I’m clueless about mine. Feel free to judge me I’ve just never been excellent at counting. But what’s behind “your number”… Is it the amount of sexual partners you’ve had? Is it the amount of dicks you’ve sucked ladies or is it the amount of assholes you’ve licked fellas? At the end of the day my number shouldn’t matter and I’ll never ask you out of respect and the plain fact that I do not care. Your past ass is behind you, ha.

We all have a sexual history, and I should hope a prosperous boning future. When you decide you’re anxious enough to have to ask your partner “hey babe, how many times have you had sex…?” You come off weak, insecure and extremely nosey. Does hearing 5 satisfy you? And then you must think to yourself, “wow, 5 people, I wonder who”. Slippery slope people, let it go.

The ass I’ve obtained in the past quite frankly has nothing to do with my interest in deep throating you while you drive. The amount of men I’ve slept with doesn’t have a direct correlation with my intentions to mount you. So don’t ask. That goes for anyone.

I was on a first date once and I’ll be frank, I was totally open to sleeping with him after dinner/drinks. He was perfectly dressed as if to prove he did have a 9-5 corporate career, educated frat man, black (shocker) didn’t have any kids and came off as perfectly confident but not overbearing like a douche. Things were going great, I was already eye-fucking the shit out of him on my third martini when he popped the question “Kate, you’re a beautiful girl, I’m sure any guy in this place would want you… I’m just curious, how many men have you actually slept with?” I think I damn near choked on my olive. I politely put my drink down and looked him square in they eye and replied, “I really hate answering questions with a question, but why the fuck is that any of your business?” He proceeded to get loud, we’ll say “ghetto” and said I must be some type of a dirty whore if I couldn’t tell him how many dicks I’ve had. I laughed, shot down my drink and proceeded to leave that schmuck with the tab. He asked me on the first date because he was curious. Oh, pardon me. Man, I can appreciate a ballsy guy, you can ask me just about anything, hell he could have asked me if I fuck on the first date and I would have responded with a beautiful sarcastic verse. But no, the bitch asked me how many guys have smashed and wanted to get defensive when I wasn’t offering that type of information.

The bottom line is, you shouldn’t feel the need to ask someone how much ass they’ve gotten in the past. If you’re concerned with sexual diseases then hell, come right out with it and ask. If you want to know if someone has tired a kinky sexual position, or is familiar with something out of the box, feel free to inquire respectively. But the notches on my belt have nothing to do with you. Never will, and if you ask me, I’m not going to be cute and make up some number to satisfy you. I don’t care how much pussy you’ve gotten. Get off my back.

Happy humping my friends, love always.

Kate the SnoFlak

@FeinerThanU

We Love Nudes…

At January 26, 2013
By lisa
In Lisa

We all know we love nudes, we take them and we love to receive them.

What better to help brighten your day when you open up your phone? And there is a glorious nude there? It always brings a smile to my face and a tingle in my pants. Let me first and foremost state that I, as a female, can be excited about male and female nudes. If you are a man and feel the same way, navigate away from this Page and step out of your closet to any Elton John song of your choice.

Remember the first nude that you took? If any of you are like me, it was with a digital Camera or a flip phone. My how the times have changed. With iPhones (and other smart phones for the non-elite) we have so many tools to help us take the dopest nudes ever right in the comfort of your own home. With all of that said, here are a few tips to helping improve your nude game.

Ladies, always remember to be very thorough. Take very careful notice of your

surroundings and make sure that everything is in place. Not only is how you look

important, so is the background. We have all seen the dirty rooms, mattresses on the

floor and the infamous no furniture shots.

Another key part to taking a great nude is your pose. With advances in technology we are all lucky to have the self-timer app. For any who aren’t aware of this app IT WAS HAND CRAFTED BY JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF. Go download it now. Be creative in your posing. Take pictures from different angles in your favorite yoga or sex positions. The purposes of these nudes are to stimulate his/her mind as well as make the blood rush “down there”.

The filter. God knows how important this part is. Some of you have perfect bodies and don’t need them but I say to all of you EAT SHIT. I have stretch marks, a little extra here and there and I’m white therefore in the wintertime I am the same color as tub caulk. There are plenty of photo apps that allow us to perfect our pics before we send them flying out. The app I use is simply called “photo” and it was fucking free. It allows me to use multiple filters to achieve my desired effect. I’m a huge fan of the soft focus. Works well on white women…. Someone get back to me if it’s the same with women of color.

Last but not least, and many of you may not agree with this one: SHOW YOUR FACE.

If you are going to do it, you better go the full Monty. I find it odd that women will send out a picture of the box but are scared to show their face. If you have to wonder if someone is going to leak your pics you probably shouldn’t be sending them. You just need to stick to snapchat and that’s it. If someone wants to leak a pic of you on a social site it doesn’t matter if your face is in it or not. If they say its you, 9 times out of 10 we’re going to believe it and you got to deal with it. In my mind, nudes just don’t count if your face isn’t in it when applicable. Cut it out with these body shots with the face cropped off. We don’t have time for alladat.

Before I go I just want to speak to the fellas real quick. Listen up, alot of women don’t want to see the hammer pics anymore. Want to know why? Because they have been also recklessly sent out with out all of these rules above applied to you guys. We don’t want pics with your peen hanging out of an old pair of boxers with bleach stains. We don’t dig that. Also, we want to know you’ve taken time to “maintain” your area. And by Maintain I mean at least a little cleaned up. Furthermore, I know you guys don’t have to be as creative as us but sending us a pic with your cock resting on the bathroom sink is just as bad as us deceiving you sitting on the bathroom counter. Just remember, if all Else fails snap that pic with your hand giving it a tight grip at the base. We like that shit.