Please note that although I have dropped a considerable amount of body weight, the booty is still doing its thing. Ghetto mf. Just all out there being loud and calling attention to herself. Apparently she didn't get that memo about downsizing.

So I gots that kind of ass that immediately becomes community property once I step into a club...bar...lounge...shit, even Wally World. Being that this has been going on since jr. high, I've become inured to the ass fondling. Yes, totally random walk-by ass fondlings! Hottentot Venus I am. Ogled and objectified.

And to think there are actually chicks that aim for this type of treatment. Pffttt. Silly hoes abound.

Now, I could sit here and pretend to be outraged at folks' behavior; but who am I to hate on any source of amusement? I gotta respect a body part that inspires random gotdamns and praise allahs. These days, I enjoy the fact that dudes don't want to know my name, marital status, etc. Nah, they're curious about exactly how I'm carrying around "all that."

My backside has been known to trigger delusional behavior. I don't even get to unwind and have a nice platonic dance with anybody. Let me do a hip roll on some dude. Might as well be registering with the stalker locator service.