I was talking with my neighbor who is really out there but she has a sweet spirit. Come to think of it she probably thinks I’m out there too…you know being a black biker chick and all. We were discussing relationships and how past relationships have moved us to not want to give every inch of ourselves to one man again. We would rather have a broken neck instead of another broken heart. I sleep, eat and drink the black biker community and I have seen dysfunction at its best. I have learned how to love without getting lost. What I really question about myself is if I can give my “complete” self again to one man. I want to believe I can but what type of man in the black motorcycle community is worthy. Black men come with there own set of “isms” and sometimes they are too much. I want to have my freedom to do me and ride my motorcycle without receiving the third degree. I know as a black female rider I must have a man who understands my lifestyle and one who will support me in my vision.The benefit is that I know my value. Once a woman knows her value she is awesome. She now realizes that she is the prize not the consolation. Love is something I want to always be open to give and receive until the day I die. Water seeps its own level and you will always attract who you are.
Goldie~Regulator for Life!
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