Kingston Expressions

Writer, Editor, & Lifestyle Blogger: Sex, Lust, Love, Celibacy & More 🥰 A woman not afraid to walk in her truth....in style of course 👠 💄

Twerking vs. Mrs. Curry

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In my day, twerking wasn’t around yet, so we were “backing our asses up” in our little black dresses (how soon some of us forget). I grew up with BET uncut and skinimax. And I was born close to the end of the real hip hop era. But even with all of that and watching the “Pimps up, Hoes down” special on HBO with my college friends, my MOTHER was my greatest role model and i hit a book harder than I hit the club. MY MOTHER is still my role model. It’s called parenting. Stop looking for celebrities to fill your role. FYI and I still prayed and went to mass! I’m not perfect but what I’m trying to point out is neither are any of you, including Mrs. Curry.

KJM

My Thoughts on Ayesha Curry’s Recent comments

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Ugh…feminism is a continuous movement. It’s not a trend and to be honest no one can embody every part of it like Christianity. Only Jesus can! You can be modest without ever making a comment on what others are doing. For example, Michelle Obama #ourfirstlady and BeyoncĂ© are both mothers and wives. They seem to enjoy each other’s company and while the two have totally different jobs, styles, and roles in America neither one is tearing the other down. Both private women which means what they truly do for their husbands only they know. Mrs. Curry has the right to save her body for her husband but let’s be honest…she threw shade at other women. Look at her post closely. It was shade. She stated her opinion and I applaud her. But please don’t think that there’s only one type of successful mother and wife. Real women get it done without pointing it out. “Slut shaming” gives into “rape culture.” If you are not following then you know nothing about feminism especially black feminism and need to pick up a book! FYI some of y’all praising Mrs. Curry (without addressing some of the negative power of her words) would be pissed off if you went to a BeyoncĂ© concert and she was covered from head to toe. So would many of you men. She is an entertainer! Also, some men ain’t trippin off what their wife wears if she loyal, faithful, a great mom, and down for him. I support a woman/wife to do as she sees fit. Every husband and wife do their marriage differently. Jay Z went for “the hottest chick in the game” and so did President Obama! Props to them both because both women are beautiful and clearly family oriented. Lastly, please stop thinking celebrities should be the role models for your children. My role models growing up were MY MOTHER and Oprah and in that order. Nakedness is not what’s killing families. We have bigger issues especially in the black community. *drops mike* ~KJM #stillgotloveforthecurrys #blackfeminist

Seasonal Affective Disorder (A Damn Good Reason to Close Doors)

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I know that I’m blessed. There’s no way I would deny that but for some reason this time of year (the Christmas/New Years season) makes me feel like I’ve come up short every year. I’m pretty sure I, like many people, suffer from S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder). Still even with knowing that, once I take stock of my year as it comes to an end….it always appears that my hopes and dreams died with it. This year I had great hopes for the love I found in 2010. For sure, I thought the ex factor would keep his promises and be a different man than he had been all the other years. This year he was worst than any other year. With each passing month, my hopes and dreams of spending my life with the man I’ve loved the most got crushed. At some point I felt like I was drowning and every day was filled with sadness while every other day was filled with tears. What had become of my life? I left him before…for two years though we still communicated because he never wanted to lose contact. I went through phases of loving and hating him but 2015 brought on some new emotions. Tired, sick and tired, and then downright disgusted by him were my new emotions. As I clung to my sanity, I prayed God would rescue me because I felt trapped. He lost his job in March and I just couldn’t leave until he got a new one. Summer 2010, I was in the midst of a bad storm and the ex factor rode it out with me. I felt indebted. So I stayed and I stayed tortured. Prayer after prayer. Only the Good Lord Himself could save me. Finally, he got a job and 24 hours later I asked for a break. After all I was broken and sick and tired. I earned that break! This was almost 3 months ago and I still feel like I barely have my head above water. I just kept praying and praying as I moved forward. Me and my broken self need to forever be free of a love that was never meant to be. The crazy thing is even with freeing myself, this time of year, as it gets darker outside earlier and colder, I still feel like a failure. It’s like there will never be a New Years where I say…this was my year and I thank you Lord. I’m generally saying, this was a year of hardship and yet I still thank you Lord. I’m forever “praising HIM in the Hallway” before that door of utter abundance and blessings open. To all my believers, do you ever feel like HE has you on a permanent waiting list? I’ve a semi career, family life is ok (though I can’t wait until I’m living on my own again), new boo can be a breath of fresh air at times and a ball of confusion at other times…yet I’m grateful. But why am I always waiting and in the midst of that wait I’m being told to be patient. PAUSE! In the middle of writing this blog on the subway, I had to stop to get off the train. Just as I was walking to the end of the train, I see a young lady on the ground, the train engineer with his head sticking out his window, and two men offering to help lift her up but she doesn’t want the help. She has a prosthetic leg that gave out on her. As I watched her struggle to get up on her own, I burst out into tears! Why am I asking God if He has forsaken me by not giving me love nor a booming career?! The lady in front of me would probably be happy with two legs! Jesus be a fence! This time of year makes some of us, me including, throw ourselves a pity party! It’s not to say that I shouldn’t feel heartbreak because I do…but I should be focused on the bigger blessings. God allowed me to quit my job in Richmond and move back to Jersey within 48 hours last April yet HE always kept me working! Also, while it hurt closing the door on the ex factor and the future I prayed on, God gave me the strength to close that door and move forward! I’m breathing, I can walk, I can smell the flowers, and guess what?! He’s allowing me to step into a new season of hope! AMEN! So if you are like me and you are suffering from S.A.D., hold on, move forward, and thank the Lord, you are no longer where you were yesterday! This is why I love blogging in real time as opposed to sitting down and carefully writing out my thoughts. I hope you can feel my sadness, my tears, and my joy in writing this post! ~KJM on Throwback Thursday

Make Love To Me

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I want him to learn how to make love to me. I don’t want to be fucked. Been fucked most of my dating life…figuratively and literally. I’m ready to have my heart skip a beat just from hearing his voice. I’m ready to breathe him as he breathes me. Taste for taste…heartbeat for heartbeat. 2016 is the year for love!

KJM thinking about the new boo on Hump Day

A Meme About Foreplay (Not My Work)

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~Unknown. Important Hump Day Message!

Women Please Be Kind To One Another

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I think women should be kind to one another and not put each other down. Your style may not be my style but I can still appreciate it. Society already pins us against each other as friends, for the attention of men, as businesswomen, and even as mothers! The least we could do is support one another and not judge. So to all the plain janes of the world, I salute you! But respect that I am not one of you. I dress the way I see fit and I never let society tell me it’s too much nor too little based on my gender, age, religion etc. Be easy and remember we get more accomplished building each other up rather than down. Real class is being who you are flawlessly and without saying a negative word to tear someone else down. #messageforayeshacurry #istillgotloveforthecurrys

KJM’s thoughts from last night.

A Woman Can Always Do Better

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If there’s no tree growing in her face, a woman can always get another man!

Mama Michaels on Charm School Monday’s.  Basically means that a woman should never let a breakup make her feel like she can’t do better…can’t find another (and even better) man because she can! Know your worth! Sounds better in Jamaican Patois 🙂

Obedience School

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Men flunk out of my obedience school! 5 years and 3 months and he still pisses on my carpet…in the same spot -_-

KJM reminiscing on Charm School Monday’s

Initiating My Own Foreplay (The Keeping Kitty’s Wet Edition)

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If I didn’t initiate my own foreplay and seduce my prey…I would spend the rest of my life playing with my pussy hairs…alone. Men fall short where women execute. That’s why we sometimes have to initiate our romantic life. I’ve no issues with buying a dude a drink or kidnapping him and choosing a secret location to seduce him. If a guy’s dating me…he can’t want a plain Jane. Shout out to them though…within every plain Jane lives a dominatrix. It’s all about whether she taps into it.

KJM saying it’s 60s in the tri state in November….feeling that sexual heat. *FYI kidnapping here is not being used the same way as the crime is defined in any state. I’m talking about surprising your man. A man that wants you and knows you.

A Meme About Unfucking Yourself (Not My Work)

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What a great meme!

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