Diva Life: The Chronicles of a Diva In Training

The trials, tribulations, and joys of one African American woman trying to evolve into a Diva - not like Diana Ross, Whitney Houston or Mariah Carey. A true diva embodies the grace, wisdom and sheer courage of Maya Angelou, Betty Shabazz, and my mom.

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Location: San Francisco, California, United States

Big, beautiful Black woman, content, satisfied, happy, driven, inquisitive, quiet, family oriented, down right dynamic and in love!

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Liberation

After meeting with the HR Lady today to express some concerns I have about my supervisor and boss, I realize, more than ever, that I am being set up to be fired.

So, with my whole life (school, work, health insurance) up in the air, I am looking for good airlines fares. Might be the time to spend a little bit of money and see some friends.

Everything will be okay. It's just the journey to "Okay" that worries me.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Mr. Telephone Men

I talked to several of my male friends last night. And it felt good. I am constantly amazed, uplifted and on the brink of tears when I speak to them. Each of them gives me a gift with every conversation - something to think about, cry about or laugh about.

My best friend always seems to have my back. You see, I am having some. . . issues at work and am looking for other employment. I LOVE my job and don't want to leave, but my bastard of a boss is seemingly pushing me out in a very passive aggressive way. My best friend offered his home to me. I could come live with him and look for a job in NC. I instantly began crying. Although I am never surprised by his charity or generosity, I must admit that I was brought to tears by his willingness to offer his home to me. He was ready to support me and for that, I will love him forever.

Mr. Olympian likes to call me on his way home for any and every late night excursion. He always has a good story to tell. But, with this phone call he was my teacher and I was the student with a school girl crush. He amazes me with his insight and wisdom. I learn so much about myself, relationships and our friendship with every conversation. Last night, we talked about negotiation within a relatioinship. Sex is always negotiated. And periodically throughout the relationship, you must revisit the contract and negotiate again. Now, in some way we already knew that, but giving voice to the idea set off a 30 minute conversation.

My last telephone man, Papi, reminds me of how much I still need to learn about myself and this crazy world. He is much younger than me. . much. Our conversations, which occur almost every night at 8pm, seem to focus on group dynamics, sex and relationships. Is there anything else to talk about? We flirt with each other. We share pearls of wisdom. We dream together. We hype eachother up. We pray for eachother.

I have to give props to all my Telephone Men. I am a better, more secure and beautiful woman because of them. In each of them I find qualities that I want in a partner. I am sure that is why we are "attracted" to eachother.

Thank you.