Posts Tagged ‘Family’

He graduated college… He wanted to do something else but wasn’t sure exactly what. So he decided to join the Air Force. While stationed at the Zweibrucken air base in Germany, he proposed to a woman… they got married… they had a baby… then another… then another… And that was the beginning of my family. My father is a veteran.

My birthday was this past Tuesday, Nov 8th. I had an indoor paintball party last night as one of a few ways to celebrate. I didn’t invite the entire world the way I normally do. I invited a few choice folks and we had a ball! Don’t let the photo above fool you… Yes, the balls sting for a couple of seconds when they hit you, and they can leave a mark but put it this way… We’re going back early January to do it all over again and to make it a regular thing. Anyway…

As I lay there on the field with a jammed paint gun lol, with paint balls flying and paint guns going off, I thought about the fact that RIGHT NOW, there is that same situation happening but with REAL bullets, REAL guns, REAL lives at risk (often for a FAKE cause but that’s another story) and the folks involved are doing this while people like you and I sleep in our warm beds, and flip through TV channels, and casually send tweets and update facebook statutes. These are the people who put their lives on the line for us for a variety of reasons. I guess my over thinking is why I got shot a few times lol! But we all did…

Paintball hickey, courtesy of my own little brother Flo Blitz Smh…

But seriously. It’s amazing how a fun outing like paintball, where we had about 40 adults, running, laughing, eating, and enjoying ourselves… brought me such a revelation of the value of life. Toady is indeed veteran’s day so I urge you to wish a veteran well on this day but really take a few minutes to think about your own life, the value of it, what you’re actually doing with it, and if what you’re doing with your life really matters. No offense, but there are some people who live life everyday for themselves and them themselves only, without ever making a deposit into humanity or the loves of others. Just think about it…

 

-Kel Spencer

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This goes out to you!! I see you, baby!

I like to show love. But I want to go the extra mile and send some love to all of the people who don’t get love on a regular. I want to spread some love to all of those situations that we me encounter in which we’d like some love but it just ain’t happening. I want to spread some love to those people who are going through/have gone through a situation that the average everyday person can’t really understand. You probably don’t know what I mean so I’ll just jump right into it!

Shout Out to that person who is in a relationship and they’re adamant about their mate not having any contact with their Ex’s. They feel like, “Your Ex is your Ex for a reason so I don’t want you having any contact with them!!“… Only to learn that their significant other just got a new supervisor at their job… And that supervisor is their mate’s Ex.

Shout Out to the recovering alcoholic who canNOT find a job but the only gig that’s open and will pay you rather well is a job as a bartender. I’m praying for you.

Shout Out to that person who just did the quickest foot shuffle towards the bathroom and is now taking the most uncomfortable DOO-DOO at someone else’s house, trying to run the water and slide everything out nice and quiet, while sweating, only to glance at a roll of tissue-less cardboard on the rack. Oh, and there’s no air freshener around either. Whew… I wanna show you that love.

Shout Out to the Ex-Entertainer/Ex-Athlete who has just been hit with the harsh reality that you now have to get a regular job. Not only does this switch up your income but you may now have to wear that cinnabon uniform with people constantly asking you, “Wait! Ain’t you such and such who used to play for Team X?” OR “What are you doing working here?! Didn’t you have a hot song on the radio?” I really wanna show you some love… I REALLY do!

Shout Out to the dudes that don’t take care of their kids BUT the few times that you do see them, they always share with you how great Mommy’s new boyfriend is and how nice he is and how much he teaches them and does for them.

Shout Out to that girlfriend who was so gracious enough to put his vehicle in your name… why? Because he luuuuhhh me! And now that it’s over and he now luuuuuuh the next girl, you’re stuck with the car payment in your name. I want to show you some love!

Shout Out to the person who just go splashed all crazy as that 18-wheeler just plunged through that puddle.

Shout Out to you who are cheating on your mate and as you go to your mate’s facebook page you learn that 5 minutes earlier, your mate just became friends with your side piece. Niiicceeeee!!!!

Shout Out to that one person on twitter who sends tweets to celebrities all day, everyday, never gets a response from them, but just does not get the hint. If that’s what you’re into… I guess.

Shout Out to those of you how went in your cell phone to show a person a pic but you forgot about the cyber-freakiness that you were involved in last night so that first pic in your album now has their eyebrow raised and your cheeks turning red. I’d like to show you a little love.

Shout Out to those of you who were involved in all types of debauchery and foolishness at that event and didn’t realize there was a photographer there. So when the pics go on-line, you get tagged in the photo and you’re the one in the back with your shirt wrapped around your neck being spanked by the 6ft drag queen. Dopeness.

Shout Out to the person who is depositing coins into their bank account just so that it stays out of the negative but of all people at the bank, the HOTTEST Bank teller of them all calls you over… “NEXT IN LINE PLEASE!” I wanna send love your way, homie.

Just know that your situation isn’t the worst. But regardless of what you’re going through, somebody loves you… And it’s probably me!

More Shout Outs coming soon… In the meantime… Sit tight and tell your peeps to subscribe and/or join me on facebook/twitter because I have some stuff for you all in the next few weeks…

-Kel Spencer

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I woke up this morning to learn that she killed her child. She shot her child. She literally killed her own child. I was shocked on the phone. What a way to start the week…

She says that she was stressed out. She says that the pressure of her situation was too much to take and that’s why she did it. She says, “All I ever wanted was love and to be in a peaceful place. But instead all I get is pain and pressure and hurt and torment and that’s why I did it!

I know that as you read this, you have a picture in your mind of the type of woman who would do something like this. In your mind she might be asian or white or black or petite or husky or maybe look crazy or have a mild manner about her. Well, let me add to the news that I received and that might help you to fill in the colors and shades of the outline that you’re creating in your mind. The child was only 7 months old….

And not 7 months old the way that you’re thinking. What I mean is… She was 7 months pregnant.

She was married once before. She got a divorce because she learned that her husband was cheating on her. She moved past the hurt and humiliation of that relationship and eventually re-married. Her second husband cheated on her as well.  She’s living everyday life with a budding life inside of her, swollen ankles, emotional waves, hormonal instability, but also hope, joy and optimism, while her spouse and “better half” is violating their vows… For a second time in her life. “All I ever wanted was love and to be in a peaceful place. But instead all I get is pain and pressure and hurt and torment and that’s why I did it!” As last week ended, so did her life and the life of her unborn child. She shot herself in the head. Maybe HE’s the murderer.

Cheating… I don’t even know where to start. Is the person we’re with not enough? Sex, on average, only lasts what…. 25-35 minutes? If that! Are the sneaky phone calls & text messages, and private Facebook messages and secretive meet-ups, and gas money to meet up and money spent on hotel rooms and/or meals and/or movie tickets, and time/effort/energy put into all of this really worth that half hour of lust just for you to like them less right after you get your rocks off anyway? Is it worth it? And trust me, I’m not acting holier than thou because I am guilty of cheating too! Most of us have done it, but why?!? Do we not have self-control? Do we not have an internal police and moral compass? Is respect for our relationship really that low that cheating is damn near a societal norm? What is really wrong with us?!?!?

And let’s not even get into marriage. That makes it even worse and more disgusting. I know that women cheat but this is really aimed at the men. We all really need to look at what cheating is and does. There is an unspoken agreement of terms when you get into a relationship. It is assumed that those terms will be acted out for the sake of building the relationship to a healthy place. When those terms are not upheld and even violated it makes no sense to even be in that relationship! I mean, like let’s really look at this from a logical standpoint. Why agree to commit to a person that you’re not going to commit to?!? JUST STAY SINGLE! I know I’m just venting but let’s really take a look at ourselves and the relationships around us. RELATIONSHIPS ARE ALL WE HAVE!!!! Everything on this planet, is catalyzed by way of relationship. Nothing can get done or achieved in isolation. No growth can occur in solitary confinement. All we have is relationships. And the male/female sexual dynamic is what populates the human race. It’s what keeps life going.  You get a stigma when you’re a crackhead or a child-rapist or even a thief but not for being a cheater… Why can’t we do it the right way?!?

Much love to Lisa, My prayers are with you and your circle. And C. Tucker, I’m sure this struck a chord with you also. I love you both dearly and I’ll continue to stand in the gap for any hurt or discomfort that may be there. Praise God…

Reminds me, I did a track called “Know The Truth” that I know is appropriate for this post. Listen to a FREE snippet of  it on itunes, or rhapsody If you wanna spend a WHOPPING .99 to buy it, please feel free. You can even avail yourself to the Entire Salon Stories Project via download OR have a hard copy with artwork and track listing and photos delivered to you via Amazon. It’s up to you.

Let’s all get it together y’all. We all need to step it up and get this thing under wraps.

-Kel Spencer

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Slowdown… Cool your jets. It’s not what you’re thinking. But it is a simple yet complex procedure…

What they do is… They place the heart into a regular, consistent, stable condition. They allow the heart to grow and maintain a routine heart rate along with being fed a certain amount of oxygen and nutrients over time. Just when the heart is in a rhythmic pattern and is “used to” it’s stable condition, they then shock the heart by removing all of the nutrients and heart-food that it’s used to, causing the heart to go into a arrest and to stand alone in a stupor… almost abandoned and desolate while still be attached to the body. They pretty much remove my heart without removing my heart, if that makes any sense. The process can take months or years but it’s the shock that is the most jarring and significant part of the process. Some of you may have undergone this procedure. Some of you may be putting someone through this procedure without even knowing it. Some of you may know good and well that you’re putting someone through this procedure and not even care. The procedure is called… Kid-Kardio-Post-Divorce-Trauma.

Have you ever pulled the nipple from a baby’s mouth in the middle of them eating, and then fiddled with the nipple on their lips as a joke? Of course they try their best to move their mouth towards the nipple in every direction that you move it but in a few seconds, they start to cry out of frustration…

Or what about when you pull up the weeds in your backyard. You pull at the heads of the weeds, only to learn that they are strongly connected to the roots underground. You then bend lower and lower and pull harder and harder to uproot and disconnect the plant from its root until they are completely severed…

Oh, wait! What about when you are told that it’s time for you to transfer to a new department on your job or that it’s time to relocate OR that you’re fired! Remember how that felt? Remember what it was like to be removed from a situation that you were used to? From a situation that you’ve come to know… From a situation that fed you, and allowed you to form a bond and even an identity alongside only to have it removed from you, and you removed from it in shock?

That’s what happens to children as a result of divorce… or break up or split or any other synonym of said notion. It tears children apart. It tore me apart… and my parents got divorced when I was 21!!! We need to pay better attention, people. We need to pay more attention to A- The people we choose to enter relationships with and B- The relationship itself once it’s established. I can’t judge anyone who has had a major break up with children involved, I’m not perfect. Besides, I don’t have even time nor energy to do God’s job. But what I can do is point out the fact that each of us can name at least 3 people we know who are in relationships that are destined for disaster. Some of these relationships may have children involved and some may not but it’s just unfortunate that the effect that these breakups have on children is never really addressed.

Drugs, Alcohol, Rape, Physical Disabilities, Gambling, Sex Addictions, etc… All have rehab and treatment centers. I have yet to see a place to go that can help a person deal with having their roots ripped from them or how to deal with being fired from a position through no fault of their own. I’mma keep it all the way tall with you, I’ve dealt with identity issues, insecurity, anger, depression and a few other things as a result of my parents’ divorce and this is all as an adult! I couldn’t fathom having to deal with that as a child. And some may say, “Well, at least you had the experience of having 2 parents. I never knew my dad or I never knew my parents at all.” And that may be true for you in your situation but I can only live what I know firsthand. And in my experience personally, along with what I see going on in relationships around me and even in the media, we all need to take a better look at what both dating and marriage are supposed to mean.

Dating is not just a phase of feelings. It’s not “New Coochie” time. It’s supposed to be that time where you’re making an honest effort to match that person up with the person who you’ve come to know in yourself. Matching and lining each other up should be a brutally honest process over time while also enjoying each other’s company and feeling all the butterflies and such. By the time marriage or moving in together or having children comes into the picture, the question should be asked, “Can I love this person in Spirit, Body, and in Truth and take them just the way they are for the rest of my life?” If that answer is “No” or “I’m not sure” then some changes need to be made in that relationship. “But KS, I’ve seen relationships where the other person just flipped and turned into a totally different person.” In most cases that is false. If you were paying enough of the right type of attention, rather than being caught up in the drawz, you’d be able to see the seeds of what type of fruit they might eventually blossom into. And in the rare cases where they did totally flip, perhaps it’s you that’s a contributing to factor to this change in them. “But KS, He cheated on me” or “I refuse to give my life to a person who is beating on me.” Well it’s pretty obvious that I’m not talking about those types of situations. I’m talking about the I’m just not feeling this relationship anymore type of situations.

I know I’m venting but I woke up this morning a little frustrated and even angry at some of the choices that I’ve made. Why? Because these choices have affected my current lifestyle and these choices were rooted in where I was mentally, emotionally, psychologically, and even creatively and socially, a few years ago as a result of a divorce. Of course I can’t blame the divorce, I can only blame myself because ultimately I made those choices.

But I urge you all, if you or someone you know is going through a major breakup, especially if there are children involved, pray HARD for them and if they give you some space to speak into their situation, pray WITH them and suggest that they seek a preventative measure that might save their relationship. Children need families. Families need families. Our world needs families. I want adults to make sure that their relationship mistakes and oversights don’t become the cause of children having to endure the results. I just want to minimize the possibility of anyone else having to have the same heart surgery that I had. It’s not fun.

-Kel Spencer

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Have you ever blushed and covered your eyes as a child, while accidentally walking in on your parents slow dancing in the kitchen?

 

Have you ever come in the house from playing outside and your parents are nowhere to be found but as you walk towards the bathroom you hear the shower water running, and both of their voices coming from the bathroom? That kinda gave you the same weird/blushy feeling too, huh…

 

Or what about when they first sat you down for that “Birds, Bees, Flowers & Trees” talk and while you could hear their words, your mind couldn’t help but fancy the idea that they both had done this… and done this plenty!?!?

They love each other. And it’s unfortunate that  not enough children get to experience these weird, blushy feelings. It’s unfortunate that not enough children (or teenagers) get to experience that Exhibit A-Z kind of love. But Kel, why do you call it Exhibit A-Z love? I’m glad you asked;

Two people meet each other. They like each other. They trust each other. They grow to love each other. They decide to be committed to each other. They vow to be with each other forever, even despite the hard times and flaws. Then eventually, they create evidence of their bond. Whether an “accident” or planned out, they create a life. That life is Exhibit A-Z of everything that they’ve put into their love for each other, and everything that they plan to put into their newborn child. Not a “One Night Stand” Exhibit… Not an “Ooops, We were drunk” Exhibit… Not a “Well, how do you know it’s mine, I mean after all it was a group thang” Exhibit… And not one of those “Wait, I thought you were on the pill” OR “OMG, How did this happen?” Exhibits. Don’t get me wrong, all of the aforementioned exhibits produce beautiful people… positive people… world-changing and good-hearted people. But there is a certain security that often comes with being raised as an Exhibit A-Z child that I wish we all would think more about, before A- choosing a mate and B- deciding to have sex with them. Obviously, waiting until you’re married is what the standard is and what it should be in the ideal world. But if you fall short of that (which 98% of us have) there should come a time when the ONLY people you should be having sex with, are people who you can see yourself creating an Exhibit A-Z with. Why? Because you, your mate and the child, all deserve that type of environment… and because ACCIDENTS HAPPEN… ie The Maury Povich Show! So what made me post this? I’m glad you asked…

Just like last week’s post, I was talking to the little homie Dee again, and somehow this topic came up. I’m not sure how many of you want to admit this or are even aware of this but the first world that you are introduced to is, your household. When that world does not supply you with the love and security that you are naturally in need of, you will try to find it elsewhere. Lack of love and insecurity due to an absence of these at home, is the root of why street gangs and promiscuity (male & female) thrive! Does that mean that if you don’t get these things you automatically end up a Crip or a Stripper? No, that’s not what I’m saying. Some of our most prominent human figures and some of my best friends and favorite people come from “broken” and/or non-Exhibit A-Z homes however, a home that strays further and further away from the Exhibit A-Z model, has less of a chance of feeding its children the soul food and spirit food that the child needs. I’m guessing that this is why God did the whole Adam & Eve scenario and not an EBT & Eve scenario… One is just more ideal than the other.

Love is the most powerful force on the planet. Just like any other force, when it’s guided and focused in a specific direction (even if it has flaws) it can be used in an amazing way (ie a river or a laser). But when there is no focus, nor boundaries, nor specific direction this force can and will be in a chaotic sporadic state and that does almost everyone no good (ie hurricane, tornado or Tazmanian Devil lol). Specifically, I look at women in this situation. Why? Because I like looking at women : ) LoL! No, seriously… reason being, because what’s commonly missing from the household and inhibiting the Exhibit A-Z model is men. Waaaaaaaaaay too many fathers are missing. (See You Black Women, Smh). A result of this is A- Too many women looking too many places for love and security, B- Too many women forming this “I don’t need a man” mentality, which can make it harder than it needs to be when a man does finally come along and try to love you, C- Too many women settling for any ole dude who comes along and halfway, kinda, sorta, shows some affection.

I have friends from other races, ethnicities, faiths and backgrounds. And we often talk, and we make it a point to talk about the things that might make us all a little uncomfortable and might even offend each other but we do it out of love, ie My God is better than your God, and why do your people do XYZ, Yeah… those kinds of talks. Something was asked in one of these talks. The question was, “Why do so many black women seem so angry?” I was not offended when they asked me that. Not at all. Why? Because whether I agree with them or not, I can see why they would perceive that. I can see where they would get that from. And my answer to them was simple… “Because black women are hurting.” Anger is a secondary emotion. When you expect something, especially something that is rightfully yours (like love & security from home), and then you don’t get it, it hurts. And when you’re hurt deep enough and longer than you’d like, as a human, you will become angered. A lot of the neck rolling, finger snapping, “I don’t need no man” proclaiming, Reality show drink splashing, 3 & 4 Baby daddy having, I can drop-it drop-it lower than you for some money shouting women are hurt. Not all, but a nice amount of them. Too many of them weren’t presented to the world as Exhibit A-Z babies and whether they want to admit it or not… or if they even know it or not, something like that can stick with you, especially if it’s sticking with you in an unhealthy manner.

Before I end, I see in people’s comments and tweets and Facebook messages and BBM texts how people can mis-interpret words or become sensitive about an area that wasn’t even touched on so I’ll take this time to clear up any of that NOW:

“I know people who had both parents and they’re a hot mess. How do you explain that, Mr. Kel?!?!? Huh?!?” 

KS- Exhibit A-Z does not mean having both parents. It’s deeper than that. It’s when you were born as a result of 2 people planning and consciously deciding that your life will be the evidence of their love for eachother and their love for God and their ongoing commitment to that Love.

“I’m a Black Woman and I’m not angry!”

KS- I didn’t say ALL black women… I didn’t even say MOST black women. #iFiTDontApplyLetiTFly

“That’s wrong, Kel! When your little white boy friend ask about angry black women, how come you didn’t stand up for us and bust him in the mouF for that stereo-type?”

KS- Well, for one, he’s not white. And with all of the stuff on TV and in media and with very few black women doing anything to try to stop it but instead support it, tweet about it, use the phrases in their everyday speech, and rush home to catch it on TV, I can see why he said what he said and I can’t really be mad at him if that’s the extent of his exposure to black women.

I’m almost sure that I’ll have to clarify something else but I wanted to get those out of the way first. No offense…

If you can, create children as evidence and as an exhibit of your love for that other person and your corporate love for God. I can’t think of any better reason to have a child. For some of you, that statement might a little too late, and that’s fine. For some of you, you may disagree and have your own list of better reasons to have a child, and that’s fine too. But for me, when I have children, they will be A- an object of affection for my future wife and I B- a symbol representing the love, sacrifice, and commitment that God has shown me… That I now will show the child as best as I can in return and C- Exhibit A-Z of all the love, dedication, and mutual faith that my future wife and I have for each other and corporately for God. The kid might still end up on a Maury show but I’d like to think that their chances are minimal if/when I take the Exhibit A-Z approach.

 

I’m a writer… Which makes me a thinker… Which potentially makes me a World Changer.

-Kel Spencer

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If you’re like me, you have droves of friends and family headed out to Cancun this week for the homie, O International’s, Annual Cancun Jumpoff. If you’re like me, you have friends who have been shopping, and saving money, and working out, getting themselves prepared for this annual event!

I never push my spiritual beliefs on anyone but I just want all of us to pray for our loved ones (and ourselves for whom it applies) while they’re out there. Let’s ask that it be a joyous event, full of fun, and great weather, and good times. It’s unfortunate, that because of the size of my network, I hear some of the not so fortunate stories of what happens at these events. Pregnancies that lead to abortions and/or fatherless children, contracted STD’s and STI’s, hospitalizations, injuries stemming from drunkery and being under the influence, rape, and a few other things. Fortunately, the Good & Happy stories out weigh the not so good stories by a landslide but I would love it of the not so good stories didn’t even occur.

Speaking of my network, I happen to know a few Mexicans. Some of whom do not necessarily have the most “positive and law abiding” past. They have mentioned Mexican plans and plots to kidnap Americans in exchange for ransom and due to an underlying bitterness towards America and our border policies that are not in favor of Mexicans. Again, some of you may only think of Cancun as it pertains to the Fun & Sun, and that’s the way that we all like to imagine it… That’s the way that we’d all hope vacations turn out. But the reality of it is, there are always things lurking, and always blind spots in our vision, especially when Fun & Sun is all that we’re thinking about.

So again, if you would be so kind, please send up a prayer to the Sky Chief asking that our friends (and ourselves for those of us who are going) be covered, protected, and Blessed with wisdom in their decision making while they have fun and get a chance to get away from the everyday hustle. I’d appreciate that…

Just thinking about some of the things out there that are against us, makes me think of  a track that I did called “Just Wanna Be Heard” Featuring Masta Ace & Flo Blitz. It’s on The Spencer Code Mixtape. Feel free to download it for FREE ~> HERE <~ And of course, I’d love to hear your feedback….

Oh, and are y’all sharing these with your peeps and asking them to subscribe? If not, let’s get that poppin!! Thanks, Family…

-Kel Spencer

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Am I the only one who has been in the situation, where you think to yourself, “Man if only I didn’t sleep with such and such, they would make a great partner for my best friend who’s single“? OR “I have a friend who’s really a good person and I want to introduce them to so snd so because I think they’d make a good match but I already smashed so & so, therefore that’s a no go“? Am I the only one? Man oh man, I’m glad God found me, I was the worst, smh…

Anyway, I think that we should start promoting the Penis & Panty Protection Plan! “What’s that,” you say? I’m glad you asked… That’s when we look at a person that we have the opportunity to sleep with, who is a great person but we just know that we’re never going to be a couple, so we decline doing the Happy Horizontal with them. Woah Woah!!! Now, I know some of you just can’t turn down sex… And I understand but hear me out…

Ideally, it would be great if we all just stuck with God’s standard for sex and we practiced sexual purity (which I’ll touch on later) but since some of you are not quite there yet, the least you can do is look out for your friends and family. There are millions… literally MILLIONS of people walking around wishing that they had a good person in their life to possibly be in a relationship with. And I know for a fact, just from what I see in my own circle, that a lot more introductions and “hook ups” could be made if some of those one night stands and quick Cancun jumpoffs (no pun intended) didn’t happen lol. Most of you reading this can think of a person (or people) who you’ve slept with, knowing good and well that you would never be a couple, who now would make a great partner for one of your single friends/family members. But because that person knows where your birthmark is OR where that mole with the hair coming out is on your body OR how flexible you are, you wouldn’t feel right trying to hook them up with your peeps! But if you had the Penis & Panty Protection Plan in place, then who knows, maybe your friend/family member might be on their way to Happily Ever After!

Of course this is easier said than done because most people are horn dogs, I get it lol. But it is a thought! And for those of you who are trying to take some of the steps that I personally have taken, in trying to clean up your sex life and calm down, and get a hold of yourselves lol, I’d suggest 2 books. The book for the fellas is called EVERY MAN’S BATTLE By Stephen Arterburn. And if you’re not married yet try EVERY SINGLE MAN’S BATTLE. I actually own both as well as the work book…

NO WAY am I perfect but it’s an everyday process (with slips and falls at times) that I’m involved in and trust me, I am a looooooong way from the times when I need to be applying the Penis & Panty Protection Plan, lol!! And for the ladies, your book is EVERY (SINGLE) WOMAN’S BATTLE By Stephen Arterburn & Shannon Etheridge.

So, again! If you’re trying to clean up your act, then you have your start up tools but if you still wanna be out there just slinging that thing away, at least be mindful of your friends and family in who you select to slang and bang with, ya know?

I did a track called “Adam’s Rib/Look Atcha” that I think sets the tone for this type of post. It’s actually the song that we cut away to in the middle of the Uggs To Hugs Video. Listen to a FREE snippet of “Adams’s Rib/Look Atcha” on itunes, or rhapsody.  If you wanna spend a WHOPPING .99 to buy it, please feel free. You can even avail yourself to the Entire Project via download OR have a hard copy with artwork and tracklisting and photos delivered to you via Amazon. It’s up to you.

Whether you do or don’t, I still need that feedback, people!!! C’mon, you know how we do!! LoL

-Kel Spencer

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You’re special. Yes, you! You’re special…

Every bone in your body… Every fiber of your being… Every hair on your head (and your back & ears for some of us lol!) has been numbered with precision. You are special. You have issues with weight. You have debt. You have a problem finding a suitable mate. You have don’t get along with the other parent of your child. You’re confused. You don’t know how to pray to or who to pray at all… But guess what, you’re still special.

I can’t deal w/the fashion show and the DROVES of folks who ONLY go to church today so I never go to church on Resurrection Sunday. But y’all have a Blessed One! #Hallelujah~Kel Spencer

You live check to check. You had a dream as a child of where you wanted to be by now and you’re NO WHERE near that dream. You have an ingrown hairs. You have a health condition that you’re embarrassed to share and that you’d rather not have. You show up late for almost everything you attend but you could’ve sworn you woke up with enough head start time. You can never find anything to wear. But you’re special.

Hey Fatty! I’m in the gym, what are you doing?~Kel Spencer

You just found out that your ex was cheating on you… even more than you thought. You just found out who your parents really are and there are some things about them that you HATE! You wish you were taller. You wish you were more lean. You wish your hair wasn’t doing what it’s doing right now. You wish you had more twitter followers. You wish you didn’t have that student loan… or child support… or that credit card bill every month because then you would really be a step closer to balling outta control But… you’re still special.

When I hear one of my Ex’s is dealing with a No Good dude, I hate that my heart has to slap my mind on the shoulder like, “Stop Laughing, That ain’t funny!” Smh… #SorryGod~Kel Spencer

At the end of the day, you really don’t know the difference between a democrat, republican, or a liberal. You wish you finished college. You finished college and wonder what difference did it really make. You’re unemployed. You’re unhappily employed. Your friends borrow money from you and ask you to give them rides but when you need it in return there’s no one around to help. You’re still special though. You wish things were like they were when you were a kid. You wish relationships were like they were when we were kids… I like you… Do you like me? You do? Cool, so now we go together… SIMPLE! We’re all special.

‎#SPENCERISM- He/She who wears shades in the club is either a retard or is at a level of coolness that a peasant like me shall never reach.~Kel Spencer 

You wish that you didn’t have to pay bills but you love the luxury that these services provide. Your crotch itches and you have to fart at the most inopportune times. You, just like me, have at least one major…

It’s not a disease… But we all suffer from it in some way, shape, or form. If you’re reading this, then I’m talking to you! If you’re reading this, please share this with at least 10 of your friends… friends who will actually read this because you definitely know 10 people who could use this right now. One of my own insecurities is in the area of family. I grew up in a loving home with 2 great parents and it was stripped from me right while I was at the doorstep of manhood. Right while I felt I needed that structure the most. There are people out there who NEVER had parents and have lived in waaaaaaaaay more harsh conditions. But in my own personal experience, that is a scar that may never heal, and has me in a place where I cherish relationships and can’t wait to be a husband and father. I believe there are many men out there who want the same but the colors of the world and our households have painted and tainted our manhearts the ugly shades of noncommitment, objectification, laziness, fear and the worst of all NON-KNOWINGHOWNESS. But any hoo… I place value on every friendship, every acquaintanceship, every business partnership, every internet homie, every bond that I have and may have in the future. Unfortunately, time, responsibilities and my own imperfections don’t allow me to deal with them all as precisely as I’d like but I value all of it. I give hand written thank you cards out at my events. I kiss babies. I shake hands. I reply to tweets. But at the end of it all, I still have insecurities and things that I’m dealing with… many of them were mentioned above, as I’m sure you can relate to as well. I say all of that to say, No matter how funny, light hearted, harsh, sarcastic, loving, or insightful it comes across… I do this out of love. Never lust… Never hate. It comes from an imperfect place… from an imperfect human… and travels through perfect time and perfect space to reach the hearts & minds of other imperfect humans. With all of that imperfection, I hope that we all can find some sort of perfection in all that we do with and for eachother. Because  we all have a seed of greatness planted within us that with the right amount of care… water… and time can grow into whatever it desires. Because we’re all special…

Yeah, even you… yeah, the one picking their nose while driving. Yup, even you too!

-Kel Spencer

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As if my life wasn’t stressful enough, smh…

So… I have a very close male friend who is like a big brother to me, and a very close female friend who is like a little sister to me. I’ve known them each for about 17 years. Over the past 5 years, or so, each of them have had their own person relationships with people. I’ve seen my big bro deal with some females that had the whole hood asking, “Wow! Who is that?!?!”, one who is now a Porn…, excuse me, *ahem… an Adult Film Actress, one who I really think he messed up with and let her get away, one who makes a lot of money with the popular “Foster Parent” hustle, and one who is certified 730 and needs NOT be walking the streets freely and should be required to wear a straight jacket, and a muzzle… She’s Fine though, Man oh Man… Finer that frog hairs… I shalln’t lie!

And baby sis has pretty much dealt with a bunch of jerks, knuckleheads, lames and weirdos… And the whole time, I am the main person that each of them would come to for relationship advice… Now! After years of them hanging out at my crib, and all of us going to functions together, and them both coming to all of the “family” things we do, I found out that they are secretly dating and trying to figure out how to tell me.

The issue is, when they get together, how am I supposed to be fair as the person that they come to, when they call me up? I think what I wanna do is tell em, “Look! I love you both but if you decide to get together… A- IT BETTER BE SERIOUS!!! and B- You cannot come to me with issues about your relationship unless you come to me together at the same time for a sit down.None of that “Yo, lemme tell you what your boy did” or “Son, your girl is buggin” talk. I hope this works out but I’m concerned that if it doesn’t it can mess up the dynamic of the entire family, ya know? Can you relate? Talk to me, people…

I know we keep pushing the date back but If you’ll be in the NYC area in Mid-Late February and would like to attend the soon coming FREE shoot/show, (Read What is #FPBK for details) please send a quick e-mail to 3HirdPowerEvents@gmail.com with “#FPBK Show/Shoot” as the title and info will be sent to you soon. In supporting this movement, you are indeed supporting me but more importantly, you’re supporting yourself…

But please, gimme your thoughts!!!!

-Kel Spencer

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No, I don’t have children so calm down… But I do have 8 God Children, 6 God Daughters, and about 4 friends who are expecting children and dropping “God Father” hints already, smh…

I get a call from one of my closest friends (who is my sister as far as I’m concerned) telling me that it’s about that time to have a talk with her daughter (My God Daughter) about boys. That’s not exactly the phone call I wanted to wake up to but, Hey, I signed up for the job in a situation where Daddy is… let’s just say, “removed” from the situation so I guess I have to throw on my rubber gloves and pull out my Boys 101 pamphlet and report for duty, lol!!!

I love the fact that being a God Parent allows me to have somewhat of “on the job” training. I’m sure it’s just a microcosm of what being a full out parent is like but, it still gives me some insight. I just don’t feel too comfortable about this particular topic because I know how I was at 12 years old and it’s going to be a bit challenging to warn her about and create a defense within her against little man whores like I was. She’s a beautiful girl, very smart, and mature and I know she’ll take to it well but with all the knowledge I have, along with how VIVIDLY I can remember those days, I want to give her advice without sharing things that she probably shouldn’t hear, lol… And there in lies the difficulty. Then again… I could’ve received a, “Your God Daughter likes girls” phone call and that  would have been even more interesting to talk about.

What I really want to say to her is:

“Boys from ages 10-25 carry awful and horrible diseases…”

“Remember that road trip when we took a wrong turn thru West Virginia? Remember how everyone’s teeth looked? Well, your teeth AND your coochie snacks could end up looking like that if a boy touches it…”

*No offense to any of my Mountaineer Supporters : /

“I’ll kill him or hurt him bad…

“1-Being the first to lose their virginity, 2-Sneakers, 3-Food, 4-Masturbation, 5-Video Games, 6-Masturbation, and 7-TV is the priority list of a 12 year old boy…”

“Junior HS and HS Boys often eat dinner while on the toilet…”

“If you kiss a boy, A watermelon grows in your stomach…”

“When you have a baby before the age of 20, the baby has a higher risk of being born with 3 arms…”

“I had my first girlfriend at 18 and all we did was homework together…”

“You don’t need a boyfriend. You have me…”


What I’m actually going to say to her is:

It’s fine to talk with boys, and it’s ok to have a boyfriend as long as you both explain to me, IN PERSON, what being boyfriend/girlfriend means and I approve of your definition.

If a boy tells you he loves you, It’s the same as when Mommy used to tell you there was a tooth fairy. It sounded good but that’s not really the case, even if he means well.

Every guy under the age of 27 (Often times older than that) has a “Yup, I Hit That” list. That’s not a list you want to be on. Trust me.

The value of something is always based on how rare it is. The more rare it is, the more valuable it becomes. You want to be valuable and rare. Starting today, some of your female friends will be doing sexual things, if they haven’t already started. And they will keep doing them, more and more. As this goes on, you want to be the one who is rare and increasing in value as they decrease in value in the eyes of respectable people.

If you bring a baby around here, You’re moving out and you’re on your own… And TRUST ME, they boy who did it to/with you is not gonna help out either.

RUN!! If he ever says: ”I can’t feel anything like that… How about just the tip?… You’re not gonna get pregnant, trust me…I shower everyday, I ain’t got no STD’s…”

Pray for me y’all…

Also, If you’ll be in the NYC area in Mid January and would like to attend the soon coming FREE shoot/show, (Read my last post entitled What is #FPBK for details) please send a quick e-mail to 3HirdPowerEvents@gmail.com with “#FPBK Show/Shoot” as the title and info will be sent to you soon. In supporting this movement, you are indeed supporting me but more importantly, you’re supporting yourself…

#MeAndMyBrother w/lil Camryn circa Fall 2000

Time flies…

And why do Flo and I still look exactly the same? WTD??

-Kel Spencer

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