ass-a-nation

I would like to profess to all of the beautiful and gorgeous distinctions of women of African descent in American and world wide in the Diaspora, that on behalf of all the REAL brothers up in this camp we love, lust, respect, appreciate and desire you. In particular, although we may have individual penchants for thighs, legs and other attributes that sound like they belong in a three-piece chicken snack and that the aforementioned sounds yummy, and there is nothing more appealing than a sedulous smile on a sister, I must admit that of all the features our sisters have, none can be more distinguishing than the posterior, the gluteus maximus, and the ass.

As a black man, there is no other talked about or desired visual stimulation one can have next to a full spread Thanksgiving and/or Christmas dinner than to have the privilege to walk behind, or catch in ones peripheral vision a sister with a little junk in her trunk. Even women seem to know this about us fellas seeing that almost every sister I know has a picture with the classic and ubiquitous booty sticking out pose (see several on this blog entry).

My boy Smoove and I were talking about this yesterday. He commented “a brother gone always go wild over a phat ass ass. I mean, if he had the choice between a beautiful woman that was lacking, and a not so attractive woman that was like [HE USED HIS HANDS TO DESCRIBE], the brother gone go with the fat ass ass.”

So ladies don’t be mad at me or my folk, but we have a fascination with posterior ethics and today, I just wanted to be proud to proclaim that I love this particular portion of the female physiology and proclaim that from now on today be recognized as Ass-a-nation day.