Homecoming…

It seemed like I’d not been back home in an eternity. The last time Bernard and I had touched down in Puerto Rico was around five years back, not long after we’d got married. I remembered how great it felt to take my husband home to meet my extended family; some of them like my uncle Alejandro were angry that I’d given up my education to be a housewife to a black African American man. I didn’t care of course because I was a fool in love and my family are all black/latino mixes anyway, so what was so bad about Bernard? At that point in my life, everything was perfect.

Look at fashionista on the right! I’m trying to take it all in! From the two tone lace front wig, lace overlay hot pink vest-shirt two sizes too small, exposed gut and sexy black bra!

Camel toe! How did she stuff herself in this fit?

Is he flexing in a silk camisole?

Crochet penis?

Save the cheerleader stripper….

Parents, hug your children more. I’m not understanding her fit and I refuse to address that wet spot between her legs.