Hey yall.
Still alive.
Still black.
Still strong.
Still horny.
Still faded.
Still determined.
Still artistic.
Still believe in the power of love.
Still don't why I believ in the power of love.
Still optimistic
Still driven.

I dunno why I'm back, but alas I'm back.....

Sorry I haven't posted inna while. i hope you are not hanging on strings to hear tales of my mediocre existance. Just been working like a maniac. Moving again. trying out Clinton Hills in BK. I got a dope spot with two bedrooms and an office! SPACE!!! the club life is killing me. Doing Goth night tonight. Should be interesting since today is Pride. You as the saying goes, "The freaks come out at night". Tonight is no exception. Been trying to hold myself to the promise of doing more art. Still working on that. Heading to Chicago on the 20th. Am I still welcome in the Chicago SG circle? I hope so. Wanna see some you guys. Let's get drunk.

Until next time....

Millah

It's warm, It's Summerish. Trees are blooming. The air is fresh. The fairies are out with legs pale from a season of hiding from the sun.

Beautiful...

I'm so ready to join in. To frolic among those possessed by warming trend.
For I have not Felt the likes of a woman in five weeks.

As warm as it is, it could always get hotter.....

In a kinky way I mean

Do the right thing. Ice cube nipple action hot!

I must be crazy....
I think I'm gonna quit my job. Just got it right?! Too many hrs for the pay. NEVER EVER see my girl. six days a week. I said I would stop complaining but Jesus. Where am I supposed to retrieve my happiness if I cannot at least indulge in my girl or my hobbies? I don't even have time or money to go get a drink. So what the fuck am I working sixty to sixty five hrs a week for? Still not enough money to save for school.

I dunno

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. Frustrated to death! I'm just tired of feeling like I can't get a leg up or get ahead. Maybe it's because I feel like nothing is ever enough. I try not to compare myself with my girl. Whats the use in that? She makes like four times what I make before taxes. Plus, She Loves Me. I'm lucky that she loves me for me. But I'm too proud to ask her for a damn thing. the last thing I need to do is give up what little sense of pride I have left. I don't want to let the aformentioned problems become larger problems for us. I don't need the money. I need the stability of knowing I can get by and least work towards my happiness.

Millah



Damn...Wish I was as happy as I was in Paris.

Nellie Furtado is playing and Big Gay Al and friends are tearing up the dancefloor. This how I spend my Sundays. Hella gay in the afternoon with a bunch of guys from the Blue Oyster Club.

Dooty.....

Millah signing off

Just sitting at work right now. An interesting party is going on below me in the vault. It's a party for P.S. 122's theatre department. lots of good ole tunes and the deejay is wearing a smoking jacket. Everyone is doing twist-like motions and some are highly libidinous. I'm bored still. I've been trying to figure out or conjure some magical way to bring fun and fullfilment back into my life. I have yet to feel as complete as I once did when I was deejaying and or hosting open mics. But alas, I must eat. So I work. I'm not complaining Just putting my emotions in order so I can get back to being the jovial man I once was.

Can't keep running away, aye aye. Can't keep running away aye aye.....

Gotta face all lifes obstacles no matter what. if you don't, You are BITCH

Gots me a new gig!!! (stands, starts singing nekkid, swinging his phallus so that it bunces off his thighs) AND I like it. Loads of hours. But the right situation for Mr. Millah. I'm now on the management team for a NYC club called, ELEMENT. God does still love me. Thought he was out to get a bro for minute. All of youz who gave words od wisdom and support, Thankyou.

millah

Well, My high ended on a good note. Miami. I'm now back in the real world. Unsatisfied in life. No job thanks to my trip. They fired me even though i gave them three months notice of going out of town. Fuck it. Whats a boy to do? back to the grind. i hated that shit hole anyway. Working 50 hours a week for roughly 600 bucks. Shit sucks. You can barely wipe your ass in ny for that much money.