As It Seems To Be

By: Sakeithia Pollock

“Hi you doin cutie?”

I turn aroun and see this black, ugly ass dude talkin to me. How he know how cute I am when all he see is the back of my head and my ass? Ugh, dirty ass negros! I turn back aroun and finish paying for my food at the carryout, without saying a word.

“O, you cant speak?”

“Wassup?” is all I give him.

“Thats what I wanna know. Im tryna see wassup witchu?”

“Nuttin. Im gay.”

“O yea? Thats wahtchu say now, but lemme give you some of this dick and see if you gay after that!” He and his friends start laughing and giving each other fives as if he said something I haven’t heard before.

As I grab my food and heard towards the door I respond, “Sorry boo. From the looks of the air you grabbin at in your pants, my rubber dick is bigger than yours!”

I walk out the door and hear his friends laughing and clowning him about my comment. I stick the key in the door of my 98 Chevy Lumina and hear him yell at me “DIKE BITCH!” I smirk, turn my music up, and pull off. Another day gets started in DC.

Im Raine, Im 22, black, grew up in SE DC, and a lesbian. I know you’re shaking your head like, “Damn gurl, you are the major minority!” But its so much more to me than what it seems. I graduated from high school as one of the top 10 in my class, no children and not on welfare, I am a full time college student, work as a freelance Web Designer, have my own place and own car. Oh and lets not forget I dont smoke weed, boat, dippers, coke, blow or pills. But I do drink (dont look like that, I have to have some sort of vice!).

I pull into the drive way of my two bedroom townhouse in PG County. I cannot wait to get in the house and tear up the shrimp and crab meat Egg Foo Yung I just got from Capitol Carryout off of East Capitol Street. I have been eating from there since I was a teen, and I refuse to eat at any other carryout. When I get in, I kick off my shoes, flop down on the couch, turn on Maury, and start going ham on my food.

“Mmmmmmmm, this shit is good!” I said aloud.

Just as the food was hitting home, my Blackberry rings. I grab the phone out of my purse, and see Shyann’s name and face lighting up on the screen. What the hell is she calling me for? I haven’t spoken to this in a couple weeks when I went over her house and she was smelling like wolf pussy. I mean, she nice as shit……flawless brown skin, long lustrious legs, keep her hair, nails, and feet right, and had a round onion booty that almost makes me cry. We had been talking for a minute and she finally invites me over her crib in SW for dinner and drinks one night. When I got there, I knew what she had on her mind because she had a sexy and relaxing mood set. She had candles lit, music playing softly, and had a great dinner prepared of grilled salmon, asparagus, and brown rice. After dinner, we sat on the couch with drinks in hand, and talked about nothing. Five minutes of pointless chatter passes and she leans over and starts to kiss my neck. Im feeling it, feeling her, and run my fingers up her leg, up her skirt. She opens her legs to invite me in and of course I cannot pass up this opportunity (even though I should have). I use my middle finger to pull her panties to the side and I am immediately greeted by her warmth. She was soaking wet, and at that moment I was ready like Freddie. But first, I gotta do a smell check. So I stick my finger inside of her to work her up a little more and run my finger past my nose. She had laid her head back and closed her eyes so she never saw me. All in one motion, I smelled my finger and vomited a little in my mouth. Her pussy STANK!!!! That shit smelled like three day old garbage that had been rotting in 100 degree weather for a week! I excused myself to the bathroom and whipped out my phone as fast as I could. I go to my recent calls, get to my best friends number and turn on the water so Shyann counldnt hear me.

“Storm, when I hang up, call me back in five minutes and make up an emergency so I can get outta this chick house!” I said before she could get hello out. She starts laughing like this is a prank call.
“Bitch, Im not playing. I gotta get the fuck outta here.”
“What’s going on?”she finally managed to say through her laughter.
“I will tell you when I leave. Just call me back in five minutes!”
“Aite man,” she responded nonchalantly.
“Five minutes! Im not bullshitting!”
“All right man. I heard you!” she said and hung up.
I wash my hands, turn off the water and walk cooly out of the bathroom, back to the couch.
“Is everything okay?” she asked in her sexy voice.
“I don’t know…..is it? It smells like something crawled in your pussy and died!” is what I wanted to say, but I simply replied, “Yeah, everything kool.”
As soon as I sat down next to her my phone rings. YES!!! Im celebrating in my mind. I answer the phone and put my acting skills to work as Storm tells me she has been in a car accident and I need to come quick. I hang up and relay the story to Shyann, kiss her cheek and run out the door.
I snap out of my flashback of that horrendous night and hit the reject button on my phone. We don’t have nothing to talk about gurl!

Unbeknowst to me, I dosed off after eating my food. Carryout almost always give me the “itist”. I start to straighten up my place when the phone rings. If its Shyann, Im gonna let her ass have it. I cant stand when people repeatedly ring my phone for nothing. Oh, its Storm.

“Wassup Hoe Esha?” I answered the phone.

“Stop playin with me man. Whatcho slow ass doin?” was her rebutal. We always talk to each other that way.

“Nuttin much, cleaning up a little bit. Why, wassup?”

“Im just gettin offa work. You wanna go to Happy Hour at Lounge and then to The Dox tonight? Its Saturday and I had a long ass week.”

“What, flippin burgers is too much of a struggle for you?”

“Bitch please, showin these uppidy ass people all around the DMV has gotten on my last nerve today. I have shown this one couple three houses in VA, not to mention I have been showing them houses for the past month. I wish they hurry up and pick one so I can get my $21,000 commission!” We both broke out lauging. One thing I can say about my BFF, that gurl works her ass off and makes her money. She owns her own real estate brokerage company and has done well for these past two years.

“Aite, that sounds good to me. You gonna pick me up or you want me to meet you at your house?” I asked her. I really didnt want to drive to Upper Marlboro, MD so I hope she’s coming to get me.

“Just meet me at my crib in about an hour. Im on my way there now. Go ahead and get ready. You know it takes your slow ass forever to get ready!” She always cracking jokes. And she know damn well it takes her longer to get her shit together than me.

“Aite boy, get off my phone. Imma call you when Im on my way.”

“Aite, bye.”

I run upstairs to my room and look through my closet to see what I’ll be cutting it up in tonight. I have so much friggin fun when me and Storm go out. To look at us, people think that we are a couple because she’s dom and Im fem. I have known her since high school, junior year. I used to date her then best friend, Janiese (another dom), but me and her got tight and have been thick as thieves since then. She is like the sister I never had, and since my family has disowned me because of my life style, she is all the family I have. I would do anything for her, and she would do the same for me. We are both single, independant, and LOVE women.

After picking out the things I would wear tonight, I take the thirty minute drive to her house. I packed a little duffel bag becuase I plan on showering and dressing at her house and I’ll probably crash there after we come from The Dox. We usually dont leave there until four or five AM and I damned sure aint drivin at the time of mornin with hella shots of Hennessy, Remy, and Disarono in my system. I pull up to her house to see all the lights out, and her car missing from the driveway. Good thing I have the spare key to her house, because I would be pissed sitting outside waiting for her.

I walk straight to the kitchen and start rummaging around in her fridge and after a couple minutes she walk in the door, grinning from ear to ear.

“Whatchu smiling about Mr. McNasty? And where the hell have you been? I thought you would be here when I got here!” I confronted her when she got to the kitchen. She starts laughing as she prepares to tell me.

“Kim called me when I was almost here and asked me to stop past her office. She said she had some of my stuff she found at home and wanted to return them. I got there she grabbed me, pulled my pants off and told me to sit on her desk. I couldnt resist her request. You know I told you she gave good brain like she graduated from a good school!”

“”Eeewwwwww! TMI. First off, thats nasty and I dont wanna hear that shit! Second, I thought you was through with that gold diggin bitch?!”