Something for the brothers today. But I'm certain the women out there can relate, too.
So men, who are your homies? Your guys? The ones who you know will never creep with your girl and have your back if anybody from around the way get outta line? Your dawg who would slap somebody up for you or sit their asses next to you in a cold, dirty jail cell? Those types of friends don't come around too often. But when they do, hold on because they could change your life. Sometimes for the worse. Sometimes for the best.
Listen, I know the high levels of testosterone and the big Beyonce' egos make it hard to show your homies love in a certain type of way. And of course there are certain gestures that you and your dawgs won't display in public... yall give each other daps instead of hugs. But you guys have a mutual love and understanding that only yall need to understand. But understand this, you can still love your man and be manly dawg.
Truth of the matter is, I never understood some guys' friendships with one another. I mean, I know it's not cool to refer to your dawg as your "besty" or "BFF" but I never quite understood the dynamic of the dawg to dawg relationships. But I do know this: When two guys or a group of homies get together, there is some type of crazy, loud, chaotic, beer drinking, cursing barbershop type shit that goes on. Underneath all the discussion about women, baby mommas, sports, cars and whatever else yall discuss, lies an unbreakable bond. Most bonds that started in third grade classrooms, kush cloud sessions, house parties or shit, jail cells. And I love it.
I love to see the absence of egotistical bull shit and see just pure love among male friends. There is nothing gay or lame about that yall. Regardless of what the media dictates, love among brothers (blood or not) is still love. As long as the friendship between you and your guys are genuine, and you both respect one another's manhood, I love it.
And women, well sometimes we get pissed off due to the fact that he chooses his dawgs over us. But see the bond is hard to explain. And most men won't give it most explanation because...well, hell, men hate to explain shit.
It needs no explanation.
Love,
Vee
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
VISION of LOVE
Yesterday this blog made 1 year old. Wow. I can't believe how fast time goes and how much I've been able to accomplish with From Vee to You. And it all started as a vision.
I literally, like Myriah Carey in the 90s (back when she made good music) had a vision of love for this blog. I was scared that most people would think I was lame, corny and just plain wack as hell for launching a love blog. But I said to myself, just do it. I knew the world needed my words. I knew I needed my words. And that is exactly how dreams start. With a vision. A thought. A daring moment to do something a lil bit crazy...but with good purpose.
Last night I stayed up reading my blog posts. Some made me cry, laugh and some made me cringe when I thought about how much of my damn business I had shared with the public. Damn. I shared a lot. But I promised that I would. My own honesty blew my mind. However, the vision would not have been the same if I had not stayed true to what I was set out to do.
But like most visions, I needed people to make me help it happen. I knew that just launching my written work wasn't gonna cut it. It's like every producer out here making beats. Your beats are nothing without a lyricist. And my words are nothing without a reader. So thank you. Seriously. THANK YOU.
I always said when I was younger (especially after hearing Tupac say it) I don't need fame. But I did always have a vision to use my purpose to strike some kind of change. And even though the world is still jacked up and I haven't gotten my hope for world peace, I do think I've encouraged some people to look inside themselves and redefine LOVE...
So with my vision this time last year, I continue to push the same vision. This year, a little more wiser, a little more smarter and I plan to go a lil bit harder. Again, thank you. From the top of my heart, down to the bottom. This vision is nothing without you.
Love,
Vee
I literally, like Myriah Carey in the 90s (back when she made good music) had a vision of love for this blog. I was scared that most people would think I was lame, corny and just plain wack as hell for launching a love blog. But I said to myself, just do it. I knew the world needed my words. I knew I needed my words. And that is exactly how dreams start. With a vision. A thought. A daring moment to do something a lil bit crazy...but with good purpose.
Last night I stayed up reading my blog posts. Some made me cry, laugh and some made me cringe when I thought about how much of my damn business I had shared with the public. Damn. I shared a lot. But I promised that I would. My own honesty blew my mind. However, the vision would not have been the same if I had not stayed true to what I was set out to do.
But like most visions, I needed people to make me help it happen. I knew that just launching my written work wasn't gonna cut it. It's like every producer out here making beats. Your beats are nothing without a lyricist. And my words are nothing without a reader. So thank you. Seriously. THANK YOU.
I always said when I was younger (especially after hearing Tupac say it) I don't need fame. But I did always have a vision to use my purpose to strike some kind of change. And even though the world is still jacked up and I haven't gotten my hope for world peace, I do think I've encouraged some people to look inside themselves and redefine LOVE...
So with my vision this time last year, I continue to push the same vision. This year, a little more wiser, a little more smarter and I plan to go a lil bit harder. Again, thank you. From the top of my heart, down to the bottom. This vision is nothing without you.
Love,
Vee
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Ladies if you LOVE your MAN, Show Him You're the FLYEST
Ladies...how many of us know how to get a man? Better question: How many of us know how to keep one? So in today's world, where any woman or any man can take our man, we gotta know how to keep him. Understand too, that the jewel between your legs isn't enough to keep him. I wanna discuss that internal fly that keeps your man heart... and not just hard.
So over the years of womanhood, I have realized that most real mean are turned on to a woman at her most natural state. Ladies, many of our men are disturbed when your entire face ends up on their white tee. And men, sometimes we want to keep you so bad, that we misconstrude how you determine our sexy. To be fly for your man is to be you. That's the shit.
But do understand there are times to show out for your man and be fly in a way that reminds him why he's still around. Being that lady in public and his sexual weakness in private is what a real man loves. Show him you are the flyest by exclusively being his, catering to his needs and respectfully demanding he caters to yours. Deal with his sports, his homies and bad ass habits. Understand that keeping your man and being fly for him is all about being ok with you and having standards that are the reflection of a Queen. And a King will recognize that. If you embrace your flaws, more than likely he will do the same.
Being fly for your man goes beyond just nails done, hair done, everything did. It's class, your attractiveness; internally and externally. That is nothing like he has ever experienced before because you are his force to be reckoned with. Being fly is respectfully catering to his needs and being G enough to verbalize yours.
Ladies...if you love your man, show him you are the flyest...understand, however, that your flyness is in you. And if he genuinely wants you, he doesn't have to search too far to find it. And gentlemen, if you love your lady, recognize her flyness...
Love,
Vee
So over the years of womanhood, I have realized that most real mean are turned on to a woman at her most natural state. Ladies, many of our men are disturbed when your entire face ends up on their white tee. And men, sometimes we want to keep you so bad, that we misconstrude how you determine our sexy. To be fly for your man is to be you. That's the shit.
But do understand there are times to show out for your man and be fly in a way that reminds him why he's still around. Being that lady in public and his sexual weakness in private is what a real man loves. Show him you are the flyest by exclusively being his, catering to his needs and respectfully demanding he caters to yours. Deal with his sports, his homies and bad ass habits. Understand that keeping your man and being fly for him is all about being ok with you and having standards that are the reflection of a Queen. And a King will recognize that. If you embrace your flaws, more than likely he will do the same.
Being fly for your man goes beyond just nails done, hair done, everything did. It's class, your attractiveness; internally and externally. That is nothing like he has ever experienced before because you are his force to be reckoned with. Being fly is respectfully catering to his needs and being G enough to verbalize yours.
Ladies...if you love your man, show him you are the flyest...understand, however, that your flyness is in you. And if he genuinely wants you, he doesn't have to search too far to find it. And gentlemen, if you love your lady, recognize her flyness...
Love,
Vee
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