Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Requiem For A Fallen King

I sit here, 5 days after the passing of not one, but two iconic figures in our history. Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett. We've all had time to digest, and let this sink in. We knew Farrah's health was declining. So, when the news came out, early that afternoon, most of us reacted basically like, "Aw, that's too bad" or a simple "RIP, Farrah."

Later, that afternoon, around 3 PM-ish, I got an alert on my phone that said Michael Jackson had gone into cardiac arrest, and was being rushed to the hospital. Being that it was TMZ.com reporting, I had a faint hope that it was some kind of mistake. My brother was down here from Jersey, so I took him, along with my parents to dinner. The TV's in the restaurant had ESPN on them. So, with the initial news still in my head, I thought, "Well, it HAD to be a mistake. They would have it on every channel, if it was real." During conversation with my family, I heard a gasp go throughout the restaurant. I didn't even bother to look up at the TV. I knew what the gasps were for. Right then, we prayed for Michael and his family. Subsequently, there was some confusion as to whether he had been officially pronounced dead. But, I knew...

There are not too many of us walking around, that have not been touched, entertained, or amazed by the peerless entertainer, named Michael Joseph Jackson. I say "entertainer" because he was not a technically masterful vocalist. But...that man would ENTERTAIN THE COWBOY DOGSHIT out of anyone! Anything Michael did, when he performed, made you say "WOW", or just left you with a wondrous smile and feeling like a kid, no matter your age.

If you simply say, "Michael", most people know exactly what you mean. The only time it could even come remotely close to being confused, was when Jordan was playing. And that was only when they did the "Jam" video together. Jordan was basketball's "Michael." Jackson was EVERYBODY'S "Michael."

Michael transcended everything. He never tried to. He was just infectious that way. You'd see the most hardened cats, in the street, imitating his moves, or talking about one of his videos. Even if it was just for that fleeting moment, the rage of living with their circumstances took a back seat. I know Michael made more than one bigot rethink their philosophy about race relations. Michael captivated a nation on many occasions, including one of, if not the most memorable Super Bowl halftimes in the 43 year history of the event.

We all know Michael made mistakes and a bad career decision, here or there. But, who the hell hasn't. We joked about him, sometimes cruelly. The tabloids stayed after him. People came after him and slandered his name. But, that skinny kid, from Gary, Indiana kept coming back, giving us his all. He gave and gave, until his body broke down. Even then, he was still trying to give us "Michael." He was trying one more time, when the angels stepped in, and said, "You've given enough. You've suffered enough. Let's go home." And Michael was gone from us.

If you have ever seen Michael's performances, like the Bucharest, Romania concert that aired on HBO (still one of the network's highest rated ever events), you'd know that Michael had sleight-of-hand with him. He loved magic, as I do, and he incoporated it into his shows and videos. With this, he became a magical figure, to a lot of us.

I watched the 3 hours of fuckery we called the "BET Awards" show. I had picked up my remote, and had my finger on the "TV OFF" button, when I saw Jamie Foxx, walking back out on stage, holding the hand of a figure, clad in white, with very long hair. I thought at first, "what the hell is this, more coonery?" Then, I saw that it was Janet. I knew the fuckery was over. She made a Thug Rocker's eyes a little moist, with her courage and emotion. Since Thursday, I think we kinda hoped Michael would be magical one more time...but Janet let us know. Michael's not coming back, y'all...

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Twitter Rants 2-Fuckery On Trial

Fuckery: (fuk-er-e) Foolery, stupidity, shadiness

If you are reading this, more than likely, you have a Twitter account. When dealing with a social networking site, the content pretty much reflects real life, inasmuch as attitudes and interaction goes. Most of what you see from people (including myself) is their real personality, maybe turned up, a bit.

I will have over 600 followers on Twitter, by day's end. I would guess that 97% of them are real people. Fortunately, I interact, or at least make attempts to interact with most. That said, I'm going to share what I feel sucks about Twitter, as well as the correlation to real life.

I was a little rough on the ladies in my last post, so I'll start with the guys. Fellas, I know "the code", but I gotta put some of you out there. You thirsty (read: horny) acting, grown-ass men that try to fuck everything tweeting, need to self-evaluate. If I was a chick, the question I would be asking myself when you hit me with your so-called "game" would be: what the hell is wrong with you, that you don't have, or can't get a woman, in the vicinity of where you live? Don't get me wrong. If you meet someone by happenstance, on Twitter, or anywhere else on the net, good luck to you. But these cats come on specifically for the purpose of trolling for the cooch. You guys make it tough for cats, like me, who basically just are in it for the interesting interaction and entertainment aspect of it. Take your asses to Match.com, or some shit!

The second type of fool, is the male groupie. This is the cat that only tweets at the female celebrities and porn chicks. Now, I'll admit, I follow some celebs and even a few porn stars. It's because of what they tweet, as well as who they are. I'm fortunate enough that most of them I tweet to, reply back. Why? Because, I tweet to the person, and not the "star." I don't talk to porn stars about fucking. That would be like you talking to me about my job, when I'm off and trying to relax. I'll compliment a celeb on their work, initially. They've put in the work and earned that respect. After that, I talk to them like I talk to anybody else. Profane, insane, and sometimes ignant. In plain language, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO GET WITH A CELEB OR PORN STAR!

Now, it's the ladies' turn... I hate to do this, because it's going to seem like I have an ax to grind with the sistas. I really don't. I love y'all with everything in me. Some of you just have to do better. Call it "upliftment." (Did I make up a word?) I love the way sistas walk, talk, have that figure that only sistas have. *stands at the top of a mountain, and yells* YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!!!

But, as much beauty as I find in you, sometimes I find ugliness. Not physical, but on the inside. I know it's not all your fault. I also know that we men are responsible for a lot of it. But, you have a responsibility to be stronger than you are. Because us men tend to *FAIL* on a regular basis, you have to be that strong influence for these children. That's another blog, though.

What I'm trying to say is, if I simply say "Good Morning" or "How you doin'" to you, what in the blue hell is so torturing to your soul about speaking back. It doesn't mean I'll think you want to drop panties, if you say "Hey." In life, you can walk away if someone bothers you. Online, just about every social networking site has a "block/delete" feature for any over-persistent stalker-types. That is some rude shit, and you really need to take your ass off your shoulders. Please get over yourselves. There is NO excuse for not exercising common courtesy. Hell, you could be missing out on great friendships. Go on Twitter, and ask my female followers about me. Most will tell you that I'm cool as hell.

This is why I have acquired 600 followers in 3 months, and the number is growing exponentially. I'm not a celebrity, pro athlete, or half-naked male model. I give no indicators if I'm rich, or not. And I don't fool myself into thinking I'm the finest brother in the world. I'm a normal cat, with normal thoughts. The numbers don't mean shit to me. I could have 5 followers, as long as I have that interaction with them, I'm good.

You brothers and sistas need to really rethink how you are treating each other. If one or two Tweeters even think about what I'm saying and change their approach, then the time spent writing this rant was well spent. I'm done.

You may not agree, but...


Sunday, June 14, 2009

Process Of Unnatural Selection

"I'm not a materialistic person...cars, clothes & flashy things dont excite me...The most important thing about a person is their personality."-Shaundrie, on Twitter, 6.14.09

In this age of social networking, the keen of eye will notice trends. The great part about it is, these trends reflect society outside of "the matrix."

One thing that intrigues, but also sometimes bothers me, is the preference factor. What do we look for, when choosing a potential mate? I gotta tell you...some of the shit I hear and see is utterly disturbing. Ladies, you may be feeling like this is an indictment on you...It is!

I won't generalize all of you together. That wouldn't be fair, or smart. But, we can break it down, a little...

First, we have the groupies. You don't have to want to bang a celebrity to be labeled a groupie. If you fuck someone because you think that person has status in your area, then you think fucking that person will improve YOUR status, you are a groupie. You have the lowest of self-esteem, and you should seek counseling ASAP.

Next up, is the golddigger. She seeks out only the "ballers and shot-callers." Sound business decision, but...how many times do you really see this work out? At some point, most of the golddigers tip their hand. Why, because she's not feeling this cat, and after a while, she questions whether it's worth it to stay with him, or go find another one. So she forgets the little things, that tell us, as men that you care about us. She then is relegated to telling her girls stories, while sitting on the stoop of her low-income housing, how she "used to roll." A lot of them end up assed-out, in that fashion.

Now, I will be the first to admit that, we, as men, are very base creatures. But ladies...do you really think a fat ass and some large breasts will distract us from your intentions? You are sooo mistaken, and on the borderline of playing yourselves, if you believe that. The golddigger's victims KNOW she's there for the money. The "vic" deals with it, because of a couple of reasons. 1) His self-esteem leads him to believe that money is all he can offer, to attract a woman of a certain magnitude. 2) That woman will elevate his status, if they become a "power couple."

I, personally, don't give any concrete indicators of how much I make, when I meet a sistah. I am a regular guy, with a regular job. I like it, because I really never need to be concerned if she's riding with me, because she has something, besides love and an AESTHETICALLY enriched life, to gain from it. And trust, I have had some beautiful women, inside AND out, in my life. These ladies didn't care that I'm light-skinned, or don't drive a Lexus, or have a need to live beyond my means to impress them. I guess I've been blessed in that sense. I've seen cats crumble and wither, under that kind of pressure.

We men, know there are a lot of "Shaundries" out there. They can't let the others block their way from finding and growing, as people, with the great black men we were always meant to be.

Groupies and golddiggers, you can win too. But, you gotta put in the work. Flatbacking for cheese and status is a short-term fix for your ego and your pockets. But, like T.I. says in "Why You Wanna,"..."Is ya happy?"

It may not be politically correct, but...


Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Scared Ass Nukkas...

Older MySpace blog post

I don't get it. I freely admit that everybody's logic ain't like mine. But,I have found through experience that people respect you more if you "keep it funky." This means be yourself,no matter who tries to hate on it. Black folks like to down each other. It's like a pastime for us. These so called hard-heads give other black folks shit for listening to music that belonged to us in the first place. Open your small minds!

First of all,why do YOU care what I'M listening to? Secondly,you'd think people would get tired of the same cookie-cutter bullshit. I'm talkin about all the "lean wit it,rock wit its,"the same old shit about Bentleys,my nine or Desert Eagle,and last,but damn sure not least,that annoying ass Miami bass sound. This is why Gnarls Barkley is hot. It's different. These cats went out on a limb and didn't really care about appealing to the mindless masses. Wicked Wisdom is the same. This is a rock band with all members being people of color. Why shouldn't we support them the way we support any other brother or sister that is breaking color lines? They ARE Tiger Woods. They ARE the Williams sisters. Donovan McNabb,Doug Williams,Jackie Robinson,Althea Gibson. All these are people who have been told they shouldn't be able to do what they do...and refused to believe that bullshit! Not only that,they did it better than the people who were "supposed" to be good at it. Let's have some open minds,people. Versatility is a gift,not a curse. It opens more doors for you. It's not "selling out." Selling out is leaving who you really are behind to cater to something or someone. Versatility is letting all facets of you be seen. I can't understand why anyone would want to suppress any part of themselves out of fear of what others will think or say. But then...

That's MY logic...

My People..smh

I was shopping for some sneakers today. The spot I went to is in what you might call "the ghetto." So,I go to the counter to pay,and in comes this loud female. She is LOUDLY bad-mouthing the merchandise she's looking at. This loud young lady then asks the price of something she apparently is interested in. The shopkeeper answers her,to which she loudly replied,"SHEEEIT!"

Now,one would think this loud woman had no inclination to buy anything from this store. But...WAIT! All of a sudden,she sees the Air Force 1's with the clear toes. Now all is good in her eyes. Somebody,please tell me...how "ghetto" is this?

Why is it that just about any other race doesn't get embarrassed by such buffoonery? This is just another example of the "cooning" we do on an everyday basis. Furthermore,how come it is only the unattractive women who have to be so loud? Wait,I know the answer to that one. They would not get attention in any other circumstance. My question is,what man do these loud,obnoxious heffas think would say "Ooh,she's ugly AND loud. I wanna wake up with THAT for the rest of my life."

Sistas,I love you to death. It truly pains me to see such behavior in my queens. Even the most unattractive person can be attractive,if they carry themselves the right way. Be yourself,but turn it down a little. Do that,and there will be no more celebrations of ignorance like Hotghettomess.com...

Early poem

Here's a selection I wanted to share with y'all. Let me know what ya think...

Scared Sheep-less

OK...so,somebody tell me when it became out of style to have a mind of your own.
We clown someone who doesn't wear the same shirt we wear.
Someone who doesn't use the "phrase of the day."

Someone who ain't rockin' the sneakers that the MC on his 14th minute might be wearing.
Hey,maybe if the right person proclaims it to be "hot,"one of us will rock the throwback to end all throwbacks-a wooly mammoth fur wife-beater,complete with wooden club.

You know,just in case simply being me ain't good enough for you ladies. A brotha gotta do what he gotta do. Then again,I'll just tell you it cost $400,and all is right with the world.

Our ancestors were warriors when they got snatched up. So,how have we mutated into sheep,afraid to be individuals? Ain't evolution supposed to be an advancement?

Sorry,I'mma go be me. The mall is having a killer sale. Buy a tag with somebody's name on it,and get your choice of a shirt,pants or shoes FREE!!!

The Epitome Of A Chickenhead

I'm just coming from a night out. I was pretty much confounded,the whole time I was at the venue. I recently ran into a woman I used to date at this place. So,she's recently started hanging out there. That's fine. The first time I ran into her,we were cordial,exchanging hugs and "how ya been's." I offered her a drink. She said she didn't drink anymore,she's been saved. Still cool. The venue closes. She says,"Don't you wanna feed a sista?" Once again,cool. I hadn't seen her in a while,why not?

Fast forward to tonight... I get in the place,giving daps and hugs to the people I'm cool with. I see her. Hugs again. 2 damn seconds later..."Don't you wanna buy me some mushrooms?" Now this place has some bangin' fried mushrooms. I don't blame her for having the taste for them. But,I got irritated because I remembered why I stopped seeing this chick. She NEVER has any money,and she's always beggin'.

I know that a lot of women subscribe to the theory that the man should always pay. But,let a nigga offer first! This is a bummin' ass chick. I see she's still doin' it. She drives a different car damn near everytime I see her,always asking guys to pay for her pool games. I'm tellin' y'all,Ladies...this woman is settin' y'all back about 50 years.

"All my women who independent...throw ya hands up at me!"

I may be wrong,but then again...


Twitter Rant!

OK...I've been on Twitter for a few months now. I got a pretty good idea how this internet community thing goes. I've been doin' it for 7 years now, off and on. I just wanna break down my take on things. Might get a little controversial and hit some people close to home. With that said, I am prepared for any consequences and repercussions.

First, let me say that the "Follow Me" obsessions are really kinda stupid. I could care less how many people follow me. As long as we're communicating in SOME form, on a regular basis,I consider you a friend.

Second, if you have nothing but celebrities in your list, yet none have ever tweeted you...how impressed do you think we are??? You really need to re-evaluate your priorities. Think some real-life friends could feel disrespected?

Fellas,you're killin' me. Same shit over and over. Either you got a pic of your bare torso, or your bare hands, holding a stack of bills. On that, I'll say if you throw out corn, you attract the chickens. Feel me? The "what's good, Ma" is REALLY played out. Women don't wanna hear that shit. They never did. Only reason it worked sometime, is because there was a redeeming quality about your stupid ass that enabled them to see past that and hope you grow out of it.

Ladies, you don't get off the hook that easy. Please get some originality. If I see one more page with an Apple Bottoms or Louis Vuitton background, I might drop-kick my PC out of a window! Being here for networking and friends ONLY, is fine. But, be just that. Tweet people back,when they hit you up. "I don't have time to answer everyone" is not an acceptable excuse. Your ass found time to create your account. Your ass found time to hook up your page. So, your ass needs to find time to return love shown to you. Hell, just comment with a simple "hi" or one of these -------> ;0). It takes 2 seconds...

Back to you, "men." Locking your updates, is one of the biggest BITCH moves you can pull on here. What is it that you're afraid of? This is the internet. It's just not that serious. Simply by the football team I like, I get hated on almost everyday! It's all good fun. Your REAL friends will be able to tell the difference between jealousy and some dumb shit you ACTUALLY did. Even if you did some dumb shit, your friends will laugh, but they got your back. Besides, when you get haterish tweets, you can always block them then. Or, better yet, IGNORE THEM! Ladies, this does not apply to you. I know y'all tend to be more image-conscious. Katt Williams said, and I paraphrase, "If you get hated on, keep doin' the shit you do, 'cause you're doin' somethin' right!"

This brings me to the caucasian element. I like the fact that you admire the black lifestyle and culture. It's cool with me that you have even assimilated our vernacular. But, you KNOW the rules! There is the one word that should never come from you, uttered from your lips, OR typed on anyone's page. That magic N-word... And for God's sake, please stop calling yourselves, or situations "ghetto." Precious few of you know shit about what's ghetto, besides what you hear on "106th & Park" or "Def Comedy Jam." So, stop it. You only come off like B-Rad, from "Malibu's Most Wanted."

I know a lot of this, if not all will fall on deaf ears. But, if one person re-evaluates the way they approach this net-thing, and it makes someone's experience better, my job is done. If not, we will just continue to clown these idiots that are attempting to become "Twitter-famous."

Then again...

Another Thug Rock Flow

Before you read this,note that my shit is copyrighted. So,bite it at your own risk... Gimme those comments,hate or love!!!

The Boogeyman

I terrorize your mental.
The thought of me being good
to you without a catch.
I lurk in your heart's shadows
Waiting to pounce
With love and affection
When I attack,I maul you
With the treatment like the queen
That is you
The mere thought of what I
Bring to the table,is everything you want
But also all that you fear
For it's the real monsters
That instilled this fear in you
When they wore the Pretender's Mask
Yet,while you challenged and battled them,
It is I you hesitate to engage
"No strings or drama" is my primal roar
The simplicity of it scares the hell out of you

Invasion Of The Knuckleheads

It's amazing what can inspire me to blog. But, I see things and they hit me a certain way.
I used to like to go out to clubs every once in a while. Even when I was in my 20's, I tended to gravitate toward the "grown folks" clubs. It seems like those establishments are on the endangered list. More and more, especially here in the Hampton Roads area, the places that were geared toward keeping the "knucklehead element" out to reduce the possibility of violence have reversed field to cater to exactly that. The philosophy was, young cats prone to "wildin' out" would be less inclined to frequent these clubs, if they had to dress to impress.

The place I went to last week, was such a club. I know it used to be 25 and up to get in. The dress code on Thursdays was always relaxed, but not to the point where you could rock t-shirts, baseball hats and doo-rags. Nothing wrong with those items. I rock hats and t-shirts on the regular. Just not when it's time to be grown and sexy. Not to mention the overall vibe in the place. Maybe, it IS me...I just felt overdressed. The fact that this area does not have its own identity is another blog in itself. When they played Snap or Crunk, everybody was "from ATL." When they played West Coast, all of a sudden, they were all Snoop. Don't get me started... Most people here want to be from somewhere else.

Anyway, when I used to go to this particular club, a short hip-hop set would get the DJ looked at funny. I love hip-hop. I was raised on it in NJ. But, I liked knowing there was a place I could go to "get my grown man on." These places now don't even play slow jams anymore. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that was the best part of going out. Lemme set the mood... You'd go out, have your eye on somebody, maybe dance on a couple of fast joints with them. The beat fades out, you'd look at each other, hoping that the other person wouldn't leave the floor just yet, (insert your favorite slow jam here) You'd two-step into a grind, and it was on, and y'all know what I mean.

You just don't get that anymore. I guess it's not "cool" anymore, because you don't see it in music videos. Ah,well...I guess those club owners gotta do what's best for their business. Whatever makes money. Maybe somebody will retain the testicular fortitude (read: balls) to stay true to what made clubbing popular in the first place.

Thanks to Ebony Queen Of VA and her crew for saving the night from being a total washout. Maybe I'll go back to the concept of house parties with the blue light in the basement...

Poetry: "Rehab"

Yes, I write poetry from time to time. I gotta be inspired though, so it's rare.

I think I've hit rock bottom.
The moment of clarity that comes when you acknowledge an addiction
I'm stuck on this chemical I can't tear myself away from.
Like Ol' Pookie,"It just keeps callin' me."
And like the addict,I come a-runnin'
I smoke of you,snort of you,and shoot you into my veins so that you may flow quickly through my bloodstream to my heart
and intoxicate my brain,until I am incoherent with emotion and lust
God,I'm high!
I need help before I lose myself in this addiction
For this drug,I would give up my possessions and wander without aim downtown...fiendin'
Fiendin' for one more hit
A megablast of that which puts me on the highest high.
Scotty ain't got shit on this,beam me up,love
There's no help for me
I'm a lifelong addict,fuck 12 steps...
I can't even take one without my fix.
Wanna get high with me?


I know, I know... You're gonna argue with me on this. Some of you will say, "No, Thug Rocker. It's like that where I live!" Yes, I realize that bad drivers are everywhere. But, I don't think it's just me who feels like the Norfolk/ Va. Beach area of Virginia is where a lot of them are infesting our roads.

People often wonder why road rage incidents occur. As a person who has been driving cars since I was 11, and has driven in all regions of the country, and parts of Canada, I've pretty much seen it all. Yet, I still find it hard to believe that so many people drive so badly. So, I have decided to give back to the community, and educate people. If you are reading this, but you're not a bad driver, please pass this on to someone you know that may not be as skillful behind the wheel.

First, I know a lot of you are upstanding, law-abiding citizens who know you shouldn't drive faster than the posted speed limit. That's what the right-hand lane on the freeway is for. If you are one of those whose rule of thumb is to drive 5 mph under the limit to ensure you don't get a ticket, that's fine. But, if you're in the left lane and you have 20 cars strung out behind you, and everybody's having to repeatedly brake-check, it would probably be a good idea to MOVE THE HELL OVER! They say "speed kills," but lack thereof at the wrong time is what causes more of the accidents out there. Somebody tries a move they wouldn't normally try, due to being frustrated at being stuck behind your no-driving ass.

Has this ever happened to you? You're cruising along on a relatively uncrowded interstate. For no good reason at all, some idiot dives in front of you, barely missing your front bumper. The galling part is, there's NOBODY behind you! This stupid, random act leaves you baffled. This fool couldn't wait 2 seconds for you to get past him?

Here's one that really mystifies me. The driver in front of you is once again driving too damned slow. You may or may not be tailgating them. They hit their brakes in an attempt to tell you to "back off." How stupid is this? They don't know if you, for a split-second may be changing the music, or lighting a cigarette, or simply don't have the reflex to react to it and BANG! Rear-end collision that didn't have to happen.

Here's how, after years of seeing this crap, I have never been in a stupid accident. Don't get me wrong. Accidents are going to happen. I have been involved in a couple. But, I'm talking about accidents as a result of stupidity. When my dad was teaching me how to drive, he said one thing that has always stuck with me. He said, "Visualize the dumbest thing that other drivers can do, and 7 times out of 10, it'll happen." I guess the remaining 3 times account for people that can drive. I live by this rule, when I drive.

It also seems like a lot of Virginia drivers take it personally when you attempt to pass them. They will actually speed up to try to prevent it! What is it that makes them afraid you will get somewhere before they do?

I drive fast, but safe. I don't take stupid chances, or go for unnecessary moves. This is why I stay accident-free. It's not all the drivers' fault. There's too damn many cars on the road. Anyone can get a car with $200 and light bill. That's another blog though.

Stay safe out there and don't snatch anybody out of their car, as much as you or I may want to. Let's hear some of your scary road stories, or opinions on what I have written here. It ain't always right, but...


Love On The Clock

This came from the question from a friend...

This blog, we are visiting the question of getting romantically involved with a co-worker. Good or bad? Here's my take on it...

I personally am of the mind that one should not get involved with a co-worker. As with all relationships, there are risks involved. But, I think there is a little more at stake, when you deal in a workplace romance. Don't get me wrong. The types of relationships people scoff at the most have worked out. But, one has to consider the ramifications of such an affair.
In my opinion, the worker-to-worker relationship has the best chance of surviving. I feel it's because both parties involved are on the same level, they can relate and commiserate on the same issues. If it goes bad, more often than not, it's simply due to the fact that they are not compatible on a personal level. But, then again, they are subject to the gossip that accompanies a relationship seen by their peers.

Then we have the manager-employee relationship. This one is a REALLY sensitive deal. Everything is magnified. Speculation about favoritism is often rampant. It tends to compromise the manager as a leader. As a supervisor at my job, I could never enter into a relationship with one of the associates working directly under me. My biggest concern is that, if I ever had to hold them accountable for any reason, it would have a dentrimental effect on the relationship. Secondly, the associate could appeal the accountability by maintaining that I only wrote them up because we were in an affair, and that it was personal. To me, there are "too many fish in the sea" to open up that can of worms.

Personally, I don't want someone to have that much access to me. Give me a chance to miss you. If we're in a relationship, then we likely spend a lot of time together outside of the workplace. I'm all for being with my baby a lot of the time, but not all day, every day. Moka has her own job, which she does very well. I have mine. She doesn't have to see me talking to a female associate and wonder if something is going on. By the same token, I'm not at all worried about her, mainly since she works with all women. But, we have the trust anyway.
I almost forgot the manager-manager relationship. It can work, but, you have variables here, as well. Ambition can be an issue. Also, in some cases, there can be a battle over who is the "alpha dog" in the relationship.

Like I said, there are risks when entering any type of relationship. We are all pretty much on the "honor system." It's like going to a restaurant. We assume that nobody has spit in our food, but are we really sure?

What do you think? Bring the comments! You know how I feel...