It comes easy to us.
If we wanted to fuck the world, I said this before, if we wanted to we could do it.
If I could walk out of here and wanted to fuck 60 guys today, if I really wanted to
I could probably make it happen.
A lot of girls could probably make it happen because girls stay dodging dick.
Girls stay dodging that kind of stuff.
Men don't.
And isn't it ironic that men are usually the ones judging being like
“That girl’s a slut, or that girl's this, or that girl's that."
Why?
Because we get it easier?
It's not fair that women almost are not encouraged to hold the amount of people that they've
had sex with proudly.
Whereas men are.
You guys have the luxury of not having to deal with that social construct of shame.
You guys don't get shamed as much as women.
This is almost the anti that anthem, ‘cause I'm proud of who I've had sex with and what's
the difference?
If you can walk into a room and be like, "Yo, I just slammed this girl," and just get high
fives.
I should be able to walk into my room with most of my homegirls saying
"I just banged this guy," and get a lot of high fives.
Fuck it.
You don't gotta tell me about your body count because if I tell
you about mine you're probably gonna get cheesed.
If I take care of myself and I'm paying my own bills why the hell do I need your opinion
about the way I'm living my life?
I don't.
Keep your unsolicited opinions to yourself.
By no means am I impervious to other people’s negativity or other people’s words.
I wish I was, but I'm not.
I'm learning to have thicker skin, but that to me and the pursuit of that is freedom.
Not letting someone else's judgements control the way that I'm going to move my life and
having it be my compass.
Suppose you don't know that person deeply enough and in a month
or two the fuckery comes out and you're like, “Shit, now I am publicly attached to someone
whose onion layers didn't come off ‘til later and now I'm associated with this fuckery?”
That's partly why people are more precious with who they put on their page.
You can't see hearts, so it's always a gamble anytime you let somebody into your life.
This one's funny.
‘Cause "odds are that goodbyes are cumming soon, so maybe you should put a rubber on"
"your heart before it breaks."
The poetry was in choreography.
The protection, which would be the rubber, put that rubber around your heart before it
breaks man because I don't want to hurt nobody.
That's why I try to be as honest as possible at all times.
I never want nobody coming back around and being like, “You said this."
"You said that…”
No, no, no.
This is the warning.
This is the caution.
This is the kid with the orange things at the airport saying watch out.
PornHub.
That's what that means.
PornHub and peppermint oils and alone time with no fuckery.
Happiness.
At that point, I was learning to let go of anger and be grateful for the point that I
was in.
I’m like, “No, no, no get away from the negativity."
Sue me,” as in, “I might be wrong for "it, but whatever.”
I know that they hurt me while I was still publicly attached to them, but at that point I'm learning
that any anger or resentment you hold, you're poisoning yourself.
Anytime you just really stay angry at someone for something they did to you, but they're
straight, you're doing yourself a disservice.
When I learned that and I learned that I needed to let go of any anger and resentment in order
to be okay and start healing my wounds.
That's finally when the clouds started parting.
Hallelujah.