Scruffy McGhee says: Once again it’s on and poppin’ as Annette Logan (@MsWindom1) shares another tale of temptation with us. This week’s episode of SINGLE IN THE CITY is quite… titillating.

:: CUE ANNETTE ::

Temptation—it’s a story that is as old as the beginning of man—but it unknown effects cause us to dwell on the possibilities of what could be. Eve and Adam were ensnared by the trappings of temptation, and nowadays our minds are once again enticed to wonder what the other side of the fence would be like. Would Eve have never bitten the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden if it did not promise to open her eyes to a new and invigorating world?

Men and women alike allow themselves to be placed in vulnerable situations that are many times based on preexisting situations that neither person can handle in a respectable way. Or… they are just plain HORNY! The thrill and lustful excitement of a new experiment intrigues most, as it sometimes should, but how do you know when you have taken things too far? My own personal experience found me caught up in the thrill that comes along with the lustful excitement of a new experiment. Between stories shared with friends and colleagues—how do you know when you’ve taken things too far?

You should never take on more than your heart can handle, but some people are so broken that their need for affection and comfort are heightened. It can lead down a dark road where people feed their tempestuous needs which sometimes ends up harming them and the ones that they love. So, why are so many of us willing to risk it all for that taste of goodness that may only last a moment? For myself, learning that attribute meant that I had to deal with my own insecurities. Albeit it begun as a simple plea to escape a relationship I was suffering in, but whether or man or woman we all have issues that we must cope with.

Today’s generation seems content to be side-dish material, as long as it comes with perks, a flight schedule, and plenty of tantalizing titty twisters! There are instances where we opt for our own erotic desires to possess us—but does that mean we should accept the ride? Could the opposite sex handle “nature’s roles” being reversed and women engaging in all their tempestuous desires?

Annette asks: Is the taste of forbidden fruit—no matter the flavor—worth eating? Let us know your thoughts in the comments section below. Follow yours truly (@MsWindom!) and @DLYDJ on Twitter!

Scruffy McGhee says: This week’s episode is courtesy of first-timer Kris Minor (@KrissyCM)—be gentle, y’all. My deal breaker is a woman with drawn-on eyebrows. That ish is creepy, man!

It’s not every day the man of your dreams walks right out of your and into your life. For me, it happened earlier this year when this tall, dark, and Tyson Beckford-y lookin’ man and I shared a class together during grad school. Three weeks went by and all it was me sneaking looks at him whenever I could during class. I felt like I was 16 again—I was crushin’ HARD. One day, I logged into Facebook (#weLIKEyou), and I received a message from him, which totally surprised me, because I thought that this other girl (who sat four inches away from him) was his boo thang. We messaged each other back and forth for awhile; he asked for my phone number, and we were then setting our study day for our midterm that was coming up.

A quick commercial break for those who are interested in my dating must-haves/deal breakers: Above all, he must be a Godly man, and unapologetic about it. After that: a gentleman with a manly man appeal, who is full of ambition, able to hold a conversation worth both of our time, and all that jazz. Yes, Harry Belafonte meets The Rock. On the other hand, by no means would I be able to be in a relationship with someone who has any Mel Gibson tendencies, wears pants below his waist, hell skinny jeans for that matter, too! There are too many fine fishes in the street to settle for an all-around bum. I know, I know there’s a fine line between having too many specifics and being too vague when looking for a mate, but I don’t think I’m asking for too much.

I am still single, though. :: kanYeshrug ::

The Creator knows just how many stupid situations I’ve avoided because of my “high standards”. Back to the story at hand, folks… We had our first study session, which consisted of mostly studying; talking about [which TV show?], but that’s besides the point. The second time we met up to study was seemingly the right time for this handsome Idris Elba clone decided to make his move. I can’t say I wasn’t a wee bit curious about his lips pressed against mine—but I was NOT prepared for what was about to happen. It took only a few seconds before the after taste of our soup coolers’ adventure began to sink into my taste buds. His funky smellin’ breath broke my #1 kissing rule (FRESH BREATH!), but here’s the kicker! When he pulled away to look at me with that Soul Glo suaveness, there was a trail of saliva bridging the gap between us. No lie, it stretched about a foot!

To further pervert things, he slurped the spit trail back in a la Lady and The Tramp, and it’s a thought that my brain is still gagging onto this day. I had no clue one person could produce so much saliva. This was my cue to get up and leave—which I did.

Kristiaun asks: Prior to all of this he stacked up as a really great catch. He had all the things that I wanted in a man, that “good on paper” guy that every mom wants for her daughter. But that first experience was horrid enough to make me go back to the drawing board. Ladies, would you stay with the hunk or would you go? How small can a deal breaker be, really? Holla at us @KrissyCM and @DLYDJ!

Scruffy McGhee says: This week’s guest star goes by the name of Lois Lane (@ItsMsCoCo2u) and ladies she’s your worst nightmare—an intelligent ingenue who is happy being “the other woman”. Enjoy the read!

:: CUE LOIS ::

I am not sure what part of my stroll screams, “Hi! I’m morally corrupt!” but apparently men all over the world feel as though they can share their infidelities with me. Infidelity is always a relevant topic in my world, but rarely does anyone listen to the person who is being cheated with. The who, what, when, where, and why’s are mostly the things people want to know. Never does anyone ask how it all got started or even why does a woman continue with a man even if he stays with his lover.

I met this guy through a mutual business associate. In the beginning, we started out with a strict business relationship, but with time it evolved into something else. Eventually, we began to share our sexual exploits with one another, and began to carve out a plan where we could rendezvous together. I already knew this guy had other women in his life, but I figured that this playboy wasn’t involved in anything too serious.

I must admit that I was attracted to his status and financial capabilities. It was nearly a year before we were even in the same city together, but oh my gosh, once we were—it was on! There was absolutely no turning us off. The thrill became an exciting ride full of flights to different cities, various hotel rooms, clubs, dinners, drinks and dancing—all ending in hot, sweaty, enjoyable sex. He took me to places physically and sexually that I had only dreamed of, and for a single woman in her twenties this was the life.

The more I became intoxicated into him, the more I began to hear through the grapevine that he was engaged to be married! He was even expecting a child! The guy vehemently denied both situations and so I continued our little affair. I pretended it all to be one big lie. In time, he admitted that the woman was indeed carrying his seed; that they shared a home together; but assured me that he had no plans on marrying her. He would tell me how much he always missed me when he was away from me and how I blew his mind sexually. All of that was turn-on! I absolutely loved the taboo in it all! It made life exciting!

Best of all my heart was left fully protected! I had no intentions on ever loving this man. I knew my role and I was comfortable in it—I had become The Mistress. I was the woman on his mind when he woke up and when he went to bed at night. I would send him sexy pictures knowing full-well that he was more than likely sitting at the dinner table with his family. He liked it and I loved it. I was the thing that kept him sane. The one woman in his life guaranteed to not increase his stress levels was me and that is a powerful position to hold in a man’s life. Not only am I the pussy he wants, but I’m the pussy that comes with no strings.

We had developed the best mutually gratifying relationship that a man and woman could hope to have. I gave him mind (and body) blowing sex. I made him feel young and sought after all over again. He provided me a situation that allowed me to travel, live comfortably, all the while building up my own career. Not to forget the orgasms! Yes! Do I feel bad about it? Honestly, hell no! As far as I’m concerned, by keeping him happy, sane, and at home taking care of home, I’m doing a public service. His wifey should send me a Christmas card!

Scruffy McGhee asks: Is life as a mistress (male or female) the safer path to love? Or should it be considered a public service to help keep balance in a home? Share your thoughts in the comments section below!

Scruffy McGhee says: Akron’s own @MsWindom1 wants to know if you’re able to come away a winner when you love the same sex you’re in.

:: CUE ANNETTE ::

We all remember our college years, right? Heck, for most of us they’re a blur, and others are still living them up to the fullest. Those are the years where we all use that time to find ourselves. We learn and try new experiences, which sometimes ends up placing us in a not-so compromising position. In today’s society, where K-Y  is launching commercials featuring two women giving titillating testimonials, a person’s sexual escapades knows no boundaries or limitations.

Nowadays, it seems more than okay for women to “experiment” with other women, and is viewed regularly as “just a phase” or even “sexy” by today’s educated woman. One of my friends shared with me a story about her trip out of town with some girlfriends—and I have to admit it even made me hot! The girls had went out of town for a fun vacay. After settling in and finding a place to down a few drinks, the conversation shifted gears quickly into uncharted territory: kissing girls. My homegirl let it be known upfront that she had never kissed a girl, so needless to say, she was Drew Barrymore surrounded by a bunch of Miranda‘s. As the night wore on, fun and spirits were being exchanged, and one of her friends decided to plant a smooch on her!

Awkward, right? Suffice it to say that there was moderate discomfort, but it only lasted as long as a second. The exchange got her synapses firing! She began to wonder how far she would actually go if a woman were to be trying to get down. In the midst of this whole astounding retelling of a rendezvous, my other friend (who was present and listening) shared her bi-winning experience, which happened more than once I might add. At this point, all eyes and ears were fully open, and we all wanted to know the salacious details of her lesbian experience. Our curiosity was sparked and we begun to discuss different boundaries we had, our level of comfort, and putting our “inner freak” cards on the table.

As for my homegirl, who was interested in exploring these feelings, I’m happy to report that if the opportunity does materialize I won’t be the one to stop her! [Laughs] You go girl! As only Drizzy Drake would say, “YOLO,” or “you only live once” and it might as well be good, right?!

Scruffy McGhee says: Are you bi-winning when you’re bi-curious? Or are you just a Trey Songz? Share your thoughts in the comments section below!

Scruffy McGhee says: India.Arie said that she was ready for it, this week’s guest star Kristin “@NarcissistFx” Travis has a different take. Read on after the jump.

:: CUE KRISTIN ::

Remember when dating was fun? If you were like me—without children, without a serious relationship, without a care, then life was measured in laughs over salt-rimmed and cherry-stemmed glasses. I was Carrie Bradshaw in a poor (wo)man’s Sex in the City.

However, something strange happens around the age of 26: nobody cares to ask for your license; the years glittering lights and 2 a.m. nights have Judas-kissed your once rosier cheeks. More importantly, at that age there is a crucial decision to be made—to choose the dream career or the safe one, to settle down in a cushioned suburban life or submit to wanderlust leading to new and exciting lands.

For those desiring to be in love, we find that our culture insists on stringent and often unrealistic timetable. Carrie Bradshaw, for example could have chosen children and marriage in her youth, but she chased a life whose rewards are not apparent to most women nearing age 30. She still believed in the whimsical nature of amore, but didn’t seem to enjoy the pursuit of love, letting love find her while living in her element.

Noah Webster learned 26 different languages to compile his dictionary—words, elocution, and linguistics were his element. He defined element in several ways, but the one that fits most closely in this context is the “state or sphere natural or suited to a person or a thing.” Being your purest you.

Twenty-six seems to be the age when the American populace provides an educated career-oriented woman with an impractical agenda. I’ve had the “When are you gonna marry and have kids?” conversation with my mother or the “Let’s go half on baby!” tête-à-tête with the men I’ve dated. But I look to the fictional Carrie Bradshaw as a positive model; she eschewed society’s pressures to be married prematurely, earning the title “Mrs. Preston” only after developing herself in her singleness. And even as I see many of my friends “boo-ing up” out of obligation to humanity, I find myself embracing my singleness until something better presents itself.

The roles of the successful, educated woman have grown to make her the pursuant and not necessarily the recipient of love. The gal in my mirror is damn fine, intelligent, funny and resourceful – I’d much rather wait for the right someone to quietly notice than to shout it out to whoever’s listening.

Upon every New Year I adorn a new theme, as you should. This year’s theme is to stay in my element – knowing, loving, developing and enjoying who I am in my solitude. As to that lucky man that will one day take me out of that element of singleness, I would make sure he fits the bill as Ms. Bradshaw did, who simply said, “Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.”

It takes time to be who you were meant to be and it also takes time to be recognized as such – ladies, stay in your element – be patient. Wait.

Scruffy McGhee asks: Is it better to wait for love? Or should you go after what you want? Speak your piece below!

Clark Kent says: I’m more profane in real life than I am on this site. Find out what got me to act so uncouth after the jump.

Before we even get into it I have to break down what a B.U.M. bitch is so you can properly feel offended or not.

B.U.M. Bitch [noun] – means “barely understanding money,” bitch.

Now that we got that out the way I have a confession to make — I am a former B.U.M. nigra. I’ve been making money since I was a kid but I’ve never been hailed as no Miley Cyrus or nothing. Once I got the axe from the former 9-to-5 I had to really tighten up on my budget.

But just because I was put in a position to pinch pennies didn’t mean that I could get some lovin’, right? That’s what I thought when I met this young lady at Fort Greene Park. Our conversation was witty, not too snarky, she enjoyed asking questions — which is no secret a turn-on of mine, and her hair was next level soft. We agreed that our first date would be a surprise courtesy of me.

So I dug into my bag of magic tricks and came up with a few things to behold. Picture if you will starting off with attending one of the longest running independent comedy shows, then a Stoli open bar (I don’t drink anymore), ending the night with a Michael Jackson Memorial Sing-Along. Now imagine paying free.99 for it! Over the course of the date — we talked about funny stuff, why Will Smith has been replaced by a clone, and she kept raving about her new Louis purse she just doled out dollars for.

Two-thirds of the way through the date and she keeps sending subliminals about how cheap the date was. She asks sarcastically while taking strong sips of her Stoli, “How long you been living here?” I answered and she responded as if on cue, “…and this was the best you could come up with?” *Dead* I had no come-back. I tell her of a nice Italian restaurant in the LES and she’s game. We’re eating and enjoying the ambiance of the night when she picks up her phone to take a phone call. Whomever she was talking to she was letting all her in-the-house business out in-the-streets. She became immediately disgruntled about her gas being cut off. “How am I supposed to take a shower?” she barked to the person on the other end of the phone. “How am I supposed to cook?” I imagine that it was her roommate letting her know about ConEd’s dastardly tactics when it comes to non-payment of bills.

Angrily she hangs up the phone and Smart Aleck (yours truly) just had to ask the question. “Everything alright?” She shot that one down as if we’re in an aerial dog-fight. Then she begins a fifteen minute rant about ConEd singling her out, elaborating how they’re pricks for not giving her an extension, and how she always seems to be in a bad position as soon as she gets into a positive one. Again — yours truly had to pop the bubble on this broad’s dream-like landscape she seemed to be traveling on. I asked her carefully, “With all these issues with ConEd and overhearing your position — would you sacrifice that Louis to be able to cook or take a warm shower?”

Shawty looked me up and down as if I had just schmacked her momma. “You know how much I paid for this?” I looked at her. Then looked at the purse. Should have made a joke about a horse. I’m finding it harder to have genuine conversations amongst all this Internet double-talk so I dropped the conversation and tried to keep the night as positive as possible. In the end all I ended up with was a heighten curiosity for all things free, a partially full stomach, and a bill for $89 — that joke about a horse, umm, it was about her.

Ladies — Does being financially aware count when dating? Or should be Fast Times At Ridgemont High? Share your thoughts in the comments section below!

Clark Kent says: Don’t have the dough to get something special for your significant other? I can help you from ending up on the couch.

With the February 14th hype died down, I swear the lovelorn lotharios have that date highlighted for sheer $#!*s and giggles. As a part of the 9% that are in the 99ers Club, you’d think that I would be crying broke to any lady willing to give me some rhythm… and you’d be right. But don’t worry I’m not using tears of turmoil as an excuse and you don’t have to either.

Don’t Lose Your Day Job wants to make sure that your pennies don’t prevent your pimpin’. Below are ten ways to keep your recession lovin’ alive!

10. Write A Handwritten Letter –

Everything is rush, rush, rush these days. What better way to show your light-speed lover that you know how to love slowly than writing a letter using *gasp* a pen?! Those handwritten words of warmth will melt right in the mouth of your booski (scratch) significant other and promise an even hotter night.

9. St. Valentine’s Scavenger Hunt –

Not a lot of space in your place, but have oodles of love in your heart? Get some items that subtly let your mate know your feelings, hide them around the loft, and leave sticky notes in alternate places as clues. Your other half will laugh as she has a blast finding out what you got her @$$.

8. Be A Pampering Pimp (Or Pimpstress) –

These days even those who don’t have a full-time are running ragged trying to get one. With everyone on the go, go, go — you can bring some ease to your wiz by engaging in a night of fanciful frolicking. Bubble bath with scented salts, candles, and your own two hands can start the evening off right. A deep tissue body massage with your lover sprawled out on the bed adorned with soft, satin sheets may make you the talk of the town, and the unemployment line.

7. Dinner For Two –

They say the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach (which is true). But if you can’t cook and don’t have the juice to pull a reservation at a fancy restaurant, then you can make what you know (breakfast at dinner) and freak it with love. Candles, a nice set-up, and you looking outrageously awe-inspiring will make a recession-esque meal into a four course f^(! session.

6. A Walk To Remember –

The weather outside may be frightful, but it takes a strong couple to be in love during the 21st Century. Grab your counterpart’s hand and together prove to the world that you’re everlasting by conversing while walking around town. Even if birds fall from the sky and fishes walk on land, your bond will be iron-clad as together (and united) you stand.

5. Party At A Museum –

Couples who are strapped for cash, but don’t want to let the holiday pass can take it the sights and sounds of the cultured by going to their local museum. Here in New Yawk, there are plenty that are free to attend. And if you want to get an early jump on March’s friskiest day of the week then head to MOMA or the Brooklyn Museum on the first Friday and Saturday of the month to enjoy the soundclash as the city’s best deejays mesh with the classics of Norman Rockwell or Andy Warhol.

4. Play Video Games With a Purpose –

Are you competitive? Is your significant other competitive, too? Make the best of it and place a bounty as the cherry on top by testing your mettle in a video game. You can go as serious as multi-players (Call of Duty, Gears of War) or casual (Scrabble, Dance Central). In the end, both parties are winners — celebrating with whip cream (and other assorted items).

3. Make A Mixtape –

Loving in the 21st Century means saying goodbye to the past. Luckily for all of us we’re not trapped having to record songs off the radio and can thank Steve Jobs for that! Set your relationship to the frequency that lover’s know and convert that mp3 mayhem into a mixtape that could be the soundtrack to the “boom boom” bass in your bedroom.

2. Capture Your Memories In Celluloid –

Whether it’s an awesome Spielberg iMovie flick that chronicles your union to the day or a photographic montage of the most craziest moments — creating a memory out of many notes that you’ve cherished the experiences while enjoying your time together.

1. Confess Yourself To Love’s Court –

No mon’, no fun is what “they” want you to believe. But at the root isn’t being together really about letting the one you love know how much you love “them”…? Serenade if you can sing, slam if you got poetic skills, you can even whisper if you want! But whatever you do on this day — let the person you admire know why because if you haven’t heard time is too short!

Clark Kent asks: What are recession proof ways to love on this holiday? Share your comments below!

Clark Kent says: This week’s episode was inspired by my Twitter trending topic. Let’s play a rousing game of #WhatIf after the jump.

There are plenty of possibilities where one’s existence can go on this highway called life. You can call it fate or even “the butterfly effect,” I choose to stick with the simpler phrasing, “What if…?” With one flick of the tongue you can spark an idea or give pause to the cause. Through the power of Twitter (#TeamBeSomebody) — I started a trending topic that gave birth to this week’s episode of SINGLE IN THE CITY. Enjoy! Share your thoughts in the comments below.

#WhatIf money didn’t determined the type of person you would date?

Would the one you’re with be the same person? Couples have a problem with being broke and with money no longer an issue — gone would be gold diggers and sugar daddies! They’d all be left to compete for reality TV gigs. In the end, as currency didn’t complicate your compatibility, it would be interesting to see if high society and high snobeity could make beautiful music together. It seems to already be working for Wiz Khalifa and ex-Yeezy-wifey, Amber Rose.

#WhatIf you were allowed a free pass to smash anything you wanted for 24 hours?

Cheating legalized? It’s the dream moment that Tiger Woods and John Edwards have been waiting for — but would I participate in this new age running of the bulls? No. I can only imagine that the clingy nature of couples could create a climate of catastrophe. You could just imagine the shotguns on deck anticipating philandering phillies attempting to plunder the puchacha.

#WhatIf you knew more wives in reality than on reality TV?

71% would be instantly happier if that was the trend. Hollywood, sensing the shift, would create a new lane in reality TV called “Really Real Reality TV” (when being “real” just isn’t enough). Knowing that you can make $280K while loving your spouse through sickness and in health could potentially do wonders for the economic — and TV land.

#WhatIf polygamy was ruled constitutional? Would you join America’s newest trend or remain a liberal?

If you missed my story on polygamy (click here) — America already has a hard time catching people on their taxes so making polygamy legal would be one less headache. But it may be too big of one for me to endure. Adding four-to-six women into your life just because it’s the U.S. of A way sounds good on paper, also sounds like it’s a lot of shepherding that isn’t rewarded with awesome polygamy sex (see: multiple-nagging).

Clark Kent asks: Got answers? What #WhatIf questions would you ask? Share your comments below.

Clark Kent says: If you missed Danika Windom’s guest starring role on SINGLE IN THE CITY — click here. She’s back once again for another episode!

Is it just me or have you noticed how influential the Internet has become over the past decade? I know I can’t be the only one who freaked out when my mom creates a Facebook account! I must admit… I added her as a friend with hesitation. Why? Because, like many of us, I have allowed these social networks to become a window into my life. For instance, there are pictures of me going out, of my friends and I, and you can see who I associate with. Updated status changes and Twittering are traits to being active on the Web and it’s a perk to see what other people think about how I feel. Now, my “friends” or “followers” have access to my personal life and can pass good or bad judgment on anything that happens without knowing anything about it intimately. Who wants their mom to see you passed out in a picture posted on Facebook?

Don’t get me wrong… I’ve been able to keep in touch with great friends who I thought I lost contact with after graduation. I’ve made business connections, met new people, and it’s even presented me with opportunities to write articles! Social networking isn’t far from being all bad, but like most concepts, can become abused by the majority. It has become the Average Joe’s Guide to Gossip and has been proven as a catalyst to ruining relationships. Is it the network’s fault? Heck no! Facebookers and Tweeters who think it’s cool to post all the nitty-gritty details on these websites give fuel to the fire. Giving the play-by-play about what they’re doing at that very moment becoming the next #TrendingTopic is insane when you think about it! We’ve lost touch of simple verbal communication. I can’t count how many times someone’s called me. Of course, if I didn’t answer then I’d text them back, and I’m not the only one who does that!

Now is our chance to chime in, but at the same time, do we really need everyone in our personal business? Not all relationships are situations filled with immaturity. Even the most composed person can be pull into gossip’s malicious trap and if you keep seeing someone talk about you, online or offline, chances are you may take a shot at them, too! In the end, and such is the case with love, you only know as much as someone is willing to share, and in love we have to look at the fact that most times people put so much online just to get some type of acceptance or gratification from others. Let’s face it — we all want to be the most profound, the most fun, the most interesting — the cool person! Am I wrong? How many followers want to be followed on Twitter? How many people actually have an interest on what’s going on in your everyday life? The more you’re willing to give people a front row seat to watch your life; the more you’re opening yourself up to criticism. Being an online celebrity, paparazzi and all, can find yourself in the shoes of this guy if you don’t play the game smartly.

Rumors, comments being taken out of context, and tagged photos all have a lasting effect on you… and your relationship. Choose your words wisely on the Internets! Overall, sites like Facebook and Twitter have opened the door for self expression, but are they helping us to lose our social skills in the real world? I’m sure another site will come along offering another dimension in the virtual world of cyberspace, but the degree we choose to allow our peers into our personal lives to CTRL+ALT+DEL our relationships is truly up to us.

See what happens when poking goes wrong and answer the question in our comments section:

Clark Kent asks: Can relationships last in the age of online expression? Share your thoughts below!

Clark Kent says: Suedonym is back again this week with another plate of food for thought.

Regardless of orientation you can say that being single in this glamorous city known as New York can be stressful. With all the hoopla about not asking and not telling, at least my preference is socially accepted, and doesn’t leave me with having to fear for my safety. It seems like all through existence we, as people, try so hard to fit in and blend so we don’t get harassed or made out to be a loser. Yet, how is it for those individuals who can’t help but to be different? Their love for another is of their same gender.

While being gay is not some new phenomenon, in recent years we’ve been exposed to more and more homosexual acts in the mainstream media more and more! MTV airs dating shows that features a full gay cast, reality TV experiments with the idea of a single gay cast mate amongst a hodgepodge of heterosexuals. The play to be gay is becoming more and more a publicity thing in some regards, too. But the governments of the world have not made this seeming acceptable social act a legal one in terms of marriage and establishing committed unions. Will there ever truly be equal rights given to people in same-sex relationships?

Recently, I was walking through the subway, and saw a poster that said, “I love my boo,” and it had a picture of two men embracing each other. Trying to look tough on some thug love !$#, I stood there, and stared at it for awhile due to pure shock. I immediately checked myself, wondering why I reacted the way I did, and the answer frightened me. Part of me is scared for my fellow human beings who indeed do like someone of the same sex, yet are a minority. It seems like the world, and America in particular, tries to act ready for an open sexual nation, but in truth most aren’t. I believe people aren’t ready because we hear stories of a teenager committing suicide because his friends (or roommates) expose him and his sexual preference on the Internets. People aren’t ready because they feel like it will taint the definition of manhood in the military. Why bar openly gay people from serving this country? It’s funny to think that some people would rather admit to being a murderer than being gay due to the social stigmas attached.

Will there ever be a day when “Gay America” will get their equal rights? I truly believe so. It’s coming with a bill on the table to repeal “don’t ask, don’t tell” — the policy remains in place until President Obama, the Secretary of Defense, and the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff certify that the repeal will not impede on our safety. For how far we’ve come as a nation, there once was a time when I would have not been able to go to the same school as my best friend. Yes, it takes time for progress to make its mark, and the subject of gay rights is still fresh on America’s consciousness. Once people recognize it as something real and true then minds will change. Isn’t love, love? If there’s one thing I know for sure, we can’t help that fact, and no matter how hard you try to steer clear of queer — the time has come to let people live truly free and openly.

Clark Kent asks: Should homosexuality be legalized? Answer the question and share your thoughts in our comments section below!