“Sue’s Dramatic Frustrations with the Male Ego” 

When the age old question, “What are we?” Populates… Men flee. Dun dun duuuunnn!

Some women get offended by the conversation re-route. But for the free spirited woman who wants to know for her own gain. It’s quite the headache.
You see, we don’t want to know what “WE” are so we can insinuate a relationship. We are genuinely asking so that we know that we are still single. Let me take a moment to break down the science.

When a woman is casually dating or entertaining a number of prospects, her attention is divided into different sections. Each male catering to a separate need.
Example, one male allows her to be overly vocal about his “fans” (social media baes) while another cosmetically adores her. So that feeling of skepticism, is filtered because she’s getting the proper cosmetic attention she needs and interacting with the Social Media Thot with less, “aggression” if you will.

And while, one may be practicing abstinence, another is happily feeding her dick on a regular basis which is providing her the patience to properly interact with the abstinent one. Without having to put the weights of her sexual needs on his shoulders. (All examples solely for perspective purposes)

Now, when women sacrifice these aspects for one particular male, things slightly change maintenance-wise. One man becomes solely responsible for maintaining the emotional, sexual and cosmetic need of the this woman. So yes, there will be more need for attention cosmetically, emotionally and sexually. She now relies on you to give her all of these things. But she is also giving you far more admiration, attention and care than she was prior to.

You see, men seem to want to maintain these extra benefits. But run scared from the extra work it takes to maintain these perks. So then we continue to run in circles, just for it to come to an end because someone didn’t want to answer the age old question honestly because they wanted to “spare our feelings”. 🤦🏻‍♀️

So when we ask you, “what are we?” Keep your cute little ego, out of the conversation, and give a straight answer. Cause the response will only decipher whether you’re handled with care or handled by convenience.


Dearest Baum’s 

Daily SOTD, will be postponed for the time being due to lack of good music. 

There will be rants and pieces still in affect. Your dearest Sue is working on lining up a couple different things, so keep an eye out. 

There will still be rants and moments of being completely moved to express myself with a number of animated responses. 

Review coming soon of the “Pretty In Pink” Lingerie Party thrown by the lovely Shainarae. So keep your eyes open. 

Sue Loves You and you will be reading from me soon. 😘

Once Upon A Time…

A God stood beside me. Draped in robes of the richest purple. And a smile that could make a grown woman giggle like a school girl.

Once upon a time, a God stood beside me. He praised the very ground I walked on, and admired the fighting spirit that ignited a flame in my eyes..

He was perfection.

Until the devine in him, was altered. You see, they say “men will be men”. They fight with a vengeance in the battle field, but are children in matters of the heart…

The fight in him, was never for me. But for the many medals and honors on his robes. The physical being that is “power”. And the physical being that is “strength”. Never for love, just for self.

And at that moment I realized.. Once Upon A Time is simply a fairy tale… a myth embedded into us as children. “True Love” they say. Laughable.

The moment the God Beside me became Man. That was the moment I realized just how childish, “Once Upon a Time” really was..

But even then, the only thing that could soothe that very thought.. is the Man that once glowed beside me..

Frustration, anger, disappointment. These things alter the very images of our lovers. But we fear the confrontation. And simply walk away… Assuming the end..

When, in even the darkest image of our ‘Once Gods’… we just want to bathe the Man they’ve become… We just need the battleground to end, and the bed to warm.. We are so much more than moral support, we are so much more than peace. In order to know peace, you must soothe the war. So soothe us, and remind us. That we are not here by ourselves.