You can Still LOVE your MAN and Be MANLY DAWG

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