January 3, 2018- Tribe Talk

Today has been very emotional. I lost someone who was becoming apart of my life. But life sometimes has other plans and that happens. Through my emotions I’ve been able to look at my life and analyze some things. This time that I was allotted allowed me to realize that life is actually going pretty well. It set a fire under my ass to get back on my shit and continue loving myself and everything around me.

Today I am thankful for my tribe. My tribe is small but mighty. There’s that voice in my head that I like to call “mom”. This voice is a constant reminder of the blood that flows through me. The voice that reminds me of who I am and where I come from.

Then there’s another voice I like to call “dad”. The voice that runs deep in my soul and walks me through the tough times. Allowing some sort of calmness but also a sense of urgency. Kinda like ” take your time but get it done!” That’s dad.

But then there’s the moments of laughter that I like to call “Crystal and Alyssa” . The laugh that takes away all the worry. A consistent reminder that this life you are living isn’t going to be easy but perseverance will get you where you need to be.

Then there’s the voice of reason I call “Chelsey”. That voice tells me to get off my high horse and operate out of love.

Then there’s ” Chauntee” the air that listens. The air that allows me the space to get it all out- the good, the bad and the ugly. The air that is refreshing when it comes around.

There’s so many factors of my tribe and I love every last one of them. It’s my tribe that keeps me smiling and keeps me going and I love my tribe more than they would ever know. I thank them for putting up with me and uplifting me. I thank them for cutting me down to build me back up. I will forever be grateful.

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01:30:2018

I’ve been having a hard time processing information lately. For some reason I feel as if I’m not getting the whole truth in things. Im discerning on another level that makes me question “is there more to this ?” What eventually happens is I end up on this quest for an answer that sits well with me. I dig for the answers that resinates with my spirit but even then I’m still left with the question “is there more to this?” Someone explained to me that this is all apart of the “awakening process” but I’m like, when did I sign up for this ?

Literally, internally I’m at peace with a lot of things and I find myself flowing a lot more fluidly these days and even when I’m on these mini quest of truth I’m still at peace. I’m not racing and pacing all over the place, I’m not freaking out, not losing out on sleep or anything. But it’s not always roses and cotton candy, sometimes I literally feel like I’m losing my shit. When something else is revealed to me I can’t just accept it, I have to process it. During that process I’m like “well why is it that at one point this was said? And am I the only one who sees this happening ?” It’s weird, it’s fun, it’s annoying.

All in all , this is my life. This is my journey. Everything has a purpose and I have given up on trying to figure out what the purpose is, everything will reveal itself in due time. The deeper I dig within myself, the more gold I will find. The more truth I operate in, the more love I will give out. I’m on this journey , no I didn’t sign up for it but someone or something knew this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.

Beanz Out

Acceptance of Self+Self Love= Happiness

For years I carried so much on my shoulders. I carried my skin as burden instead of a God given honorable shield. I carried societies standard of masculinity instead of defining manhood for myself. Eventually I grew tired. I grew tired of constantly fighting myself from myself. I was covering up who I truly was because I was scared of what other people would think or the fear of making someone else uncomfortable. As a nonconforming black male, you never know how people will accept you. After some time I stopped caring. I had to realize that I was the only thing that really mattered. It was my peace and happiness that was truly at risk.

We hide behind so many veils in order to conform to society and not to step on any toes. Under these veils we lose ourselves and we miss out on our potential. I had to accept all of my good and accept all of my bad in order for me to move forward in life. I stopped acknowledging what people told me was “bad” and turned the “bad” into moments of self observation. How is being myself bad? What makes these things bad? Who deemed it bad? And who the fuck are you to tell me, a grown ass man, that something about me is bad? Just because my life doesn’t necessarily align with your belief system and how you feel doesn’t make it bad.

Unfortunately we live in a white patriarchal, hyper-masculine society where young black  boys and girls are told their skin color makes them less than and that their hair isn’t straight enough or long enough. Basically that we will never be enough. This was my reality. For years I hated my skin color, I wanted to be lighter. Lighter would equal more people liking me. Lighter would equal more opportunities. Lighter was better in my eyes. When I first started to accept my skin color, it wasn’t because I genuinely loved my  complexion. It was because people liked my skin color. So in my head I’m like “Yes I’m accepted”. It wasn’t until college honestly that I truly loved my skin color. I realized it was mine. MY SKIN COLOR. No one else in this universe has MY SKIN COLOR. I realized that it holds magic and that I would do whatever the fuck I wanted because the DNA that ran through me came from people who looked just liked me who made shit shake. Once I accepted the love of me and my skin thats when I started to love everything else. My hair. For years I would spend half of my weekends in the barber shop in order to keep up the clean black boy look. Waves on swim, hairline so sharp I could slice you open with it with one strike. I even grew out my beard because someone else told me it was the thing to do, made me more attractive in a sense. Its been a year now with no haircut and I now have locs and I’m beardless. These were my decisions to love every strand of hair that grew from my head in its natural state. My beard did not define me. I now make decisions based on whats right for me and the spirit within helps me and guides me to making these decisions. I made the choice to not conform to what people and society claimed as acceptable. I choose what is acceptable for me everyday in that moment.

Once I accepted me for all the magic that I am, I gained my happiness back. The years I spent trying to please others is gone, I can’t get those back. The years under white rule are gone, I can’t get those back. But today I am striving to be the best version of Darrius Newton I can be. God has given me the tools to succeed its up to me to use them. My nappy glory, golden skin that turns blue under the moon’s light and my abundance of love that exudes through my pours will always be me. And I love every moment of it. I define who I am as a man and theres nothing anyone could say or do to change that. Love yourself , love others, spread happiness.

Beanz Out

December 1,2017

I’m shedding. Shedding away. Day by day, step by step. The things that once were are no longer. I show gratitude to today for allowing me to enjoy it. I show gratitude to those who came before me that prayed for me to be here, moving and breathing. I show gratitude to the universe for keeping me grounded no matter what wind blows my way I stay, grounded. I show gratitude to God for being God and breathing breath into me every second of my days and for allowing me to embark this journey of daily newness. I’m grateful.

Stepping away and focusing on me was truly what I needed. There’s so many things that I had to leave in order to return to myself. Those things that kept me from my happiness. I found that being who I am is the only thing in this world that is worth fighting for. I have been given the tools in order to be the best and it’s up to me to use these tools. I’m grateful for everything and everyone that I have enjoyed on this journey because even when I didn’t see it, I learned so much. Every experience, had a lesson. Every loss, was a win. Every gain, was another reason to be grateful. I’m ever changing, shape shifting at its finest. And I now know I am exactly where I’m supposed to be today. I’m not sure how I got here but I know, whatever is happening now is supposed to be happening now. I will continue to learn and continue to grow. Thank God for Change, thank God for space, thank God for growth. Thank God.

Beanz Out.

Is This Thing On?

I question everything and that gets me in a lot of sticky situations. You would think by now I would’ve learned to shut the fuck up but no, that’s not in my character. I refuse to sit around and just let things happen without an explanation or some sort of conversation taking place. As of late, a lot of people have been discussing gender norms and what is and what isn’t appropriate for a man and woman to do. Now, just a brief reminder for those who aren’t aware- I’m a womanist. A womanist is someone who believes equality for all women no matter their color, religion or birth assigned gender. And that’s the short version. Now that thats out of the way, how the hell can you tell a man or woman what they’re supposed to do? Who made these rules? Where’s this law? And why are men so damn sensitive?

Us men have this idea in our heads that it’s a mans world and that we’re supposed to be superior to women which is why we shiver at the thought of a woman in power. Women in charge catch hell by both men and women because she is deemed as the weaker specimen, the nurturer, blah blah blah. Granted, men are physically built to be the provider and what not and a women are naturally nurturing and  what not but, let’s be clear, anything a man can do a woman can do and more than likely do better. And that’s that ladies and gentlemen. This has been proven on numerous occasions yet women still have to deal with the ego of a man.

One thing I absolutely do not cater to the ego of a man. I have had conversations with some of my male friends and literally I just stare at them and go “What the entire fuck is wrong with you?” Some of their expectations of women are absurd and in no way make any sense. I have come across men who literally ain’t shit who expect women to go to the moon and back for them while they sit around and do nothing. How exactly does that work? What happened to men being providers and taking care of their women? Or what’s wrong with the woman being the bread winner and putting you on some new shit and upgrading your life and helping you as you help her boss up? Is that not a thing? Did I make that up? Are men supposed to sit on their made up throne as women cater to their every need? That’s dumb. Just because the woman is bossing up doesn’t mean you are any less of a man. If anything you should be bossing up to. Equally yoked is what it’s called. If I got it, you got it. We shine together. Learn from women because I guarantee you she’s learning from you whether it’s good or bad, sis is learning.

Okay I feel like I’m missing the point.( sike I know y’all fucking feel me) But gender norms, let’s redefine them ladies and gentleman. Society and religion and all these other factors that I rather not name at this time have told people that their feelings and wants aren’t deemed appropriate due to their gender. It affects so many factors in our lives that cause us to be hyper aware of our every move and unction instead of just flowing and living in your truth. No one can tell you what is appropriate for you simply because they are not living your life. Do what works for you and that’s that. Be a good person and live your damn life. My girl, if you want to speak up and boss up and wear a damn pant suit and not shave your legs or whatever else you want to do, do it. Fuck societies definition of a lady. You define who you are as a woman. My guy, don’t let your ego get you fucked up. Don’t miss opportunities to be experience life because you’re to concerned about what people will say about you and your masculinity. A man is going to be a man regardless. You define what a man is to you. Operate in truth, stand your ground, love everyone and just be a good person. If you want to wear pink or floral prints and get a manicure, do it! I promise you, you’ll be fine. Being a well groomed, well dressed man does not make you gay or metrosexual( is that still a thing? Did I just date myself? Am I getting old? Dammit…) it just makes you a well kept MAN. And I promise you, the ladies love that shit! At the end of the day Beany Babies, live your life how you want and fuck what anyone has to say. If anyone has a issue tell them come see me so we can talk. I got your back 😉

-Beanz Out