I felt sorry for him because of the severe abuse HE experienced when he was a little child. When I say rough, I mean he REALLY had it tough as a boy. He did not have a father growing up either…and I believe because of this he didn’t know any other way…Tell me, what does a boy with no father learn in the streets when “the streets” are his family?
HURT PEOPLE HURT PEOPLE!!!
Do you even KNOW what REAL pimping is like? IT IS NOT THE PERSON DOING IT! IT IS THE SPIRIT OF SEXUAL LUST, MONEY, AND POWER CONTROLLING THEM!
What key market is this “media” targeting to make money off “sexual” suggestive material in the music, video games, music videos, TV, movies, the internet–even in kids toys? (dolls) OUR KIDS! Teenagers! Because if they can get the kids/teens at such a young age to influence the parents to “buy” what the media is telling them is “cool”, they will have customers for life!!! Future porn addicts, sex addicts, drug users,rapists, prostitutes, strippers, porn stars, pimps, etc…all in the name of MONEY.
Are we as society being “pimped out” in our media??? Hmmm…
Has POP CULTURE become our “PIMP”???
“THE DEVIL IS A PIMP DON’T BE HIS HO” (quote from Minister RMB of “Don’t Be Pimped”)
Isn’t it a tragedy that everyone uses this “PIMP” term so lightly on our TV, media, and music? Some people think it is okay to “throw” this around in daily conversation. Is the media teaching our young men that it is okay to use and degrade women, that it is cool/profitable to be a pimp?
You want REAL TRUTH??? Women are NOT robots, we do not enjoy the “sex” acts, nor slavery that comes with selling your body…we have feelings and cannot just “shut them down” while we are/were prostitutes/strippers. We hurt, we bleed, and we cry…we are sisters, mothers, daughters, friends, cousins, nieces, LITTLE GIRLS.
You might not understand completely why I stayed with him for so long. I will tell you why. I was determined to prove that he really did LOVE me! After all, he always said we would both retire one day and be married…and never have to deal with this lifestyle again…with wealth and happiness…happily ever after! Romantic idea, right???
I was going to leave one weekend…but somehow he found out what I was planning. Scary thought, considering that he had hurt me many times before. He didn’t hit me this time. This time, he tied me up hog style and put me in the TRUNK of my OWN Mercedes in my garage–with the car running. He told me that he was going to drive me out to the desert and bury me. As the trunk closed, darkness crept in. He just left me there, and fear took over.
Was I going to die? How did I get myself into this situation? Could I get out of the trunk somehow?
I started to really panic…and the only thing that I instinctivly could do in my fear was sing to Jesus. I sang “Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.” You are not going to believe it if I tell you…my pimp came back out into the garage and said to me “You really are a crazy BXXXH!!!, singing to Jesus!” He proceeded to untie me and let me out!
All I know is that what I sang made him pop open that trunk, untie me and let me go. That night he flew out of Vegas and I knew my next move and what I HAD to do…