Hey Thick and Sexy…

…REALLY now?


Is this what it is? Men think it’s okay to approach a woman like this?


Now wait {scratches chin}…before some of you say, “Damn, Kween…maybe he thought you were THICK and SEXY!” or “See, if he DIDN’T holla…” (go ahead and add other possible reactions). Yet, what I’m getting at isn’t that the dude responsible for the blog title is wrong for being attracted to me, or getting the gumption to actually approach…but, his METHOD is what I question. Even though I am cool with being considered thick and sexy…I don’t quite appreciate that being the first thing out of a man’s mouth when he speaks to me for the first time.


If I said to a dude on first glance, “Hey Cute and Chubby” or “Hey Short and Sexy”…regardless of the underlying implication that I’m indeed allured by said attributes…it MIGHT be considered a little on the disrespectful/hurtful side. Most people I know don’t want to be called by names associated with body type. Even if a chick is shaped like a Coke bottle…to call her that, to me is indicative of 1) lack of originality 2) superficiality and 3) lack of manners/decorum.  It’s flat out classless.


So…when cat hit me with a message and said “Hey there, Thick and Sexy”…I wasn’t flattered. I was turned off. I felt as if he didn’t (as DeBarge so eloquently sung) “…dig deep into your train of thought…try to find something new…what worked so well for you before…for me just won’t do…” Whatever happened to, “Hi, my name is…” or “Hello Pretty…” hell even THAT is better than thick and sexy. It’s almost like saying to ME…that thick AND sexy are two different things…and with me, everything that I am is embodied in my sex[y]. From my mental splendor…to the fluff in my figure…to the wit that makes me funny…to my spiritual “innocence” and my emotional tenderness. It’s all a part of me…and I’M sexy…because I say so. I just don’t want a dude more or less “cat-calling” me without even knowing if that’s how I get down. Don’t say, “Hey boo”, “Hey Ma”, etc. Boo and Ma and Baby are terms of endearment…and I feel they’re better suited to someone whom you are already endeared to. 


A kween of my sort must be approached with the care and respect of an admired butterfly. Not so much to tread lightly…as to tread with the truth in mind that this thing of beauty (inside and out) isn’t to be roughed off or handled like any other.


*deleting message*