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Down low cheaters
Daddy OhWith Tony Robinson
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Go girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep;
For such an injury would vex a very saint.
- Shakespeare, The Taming of The Shrew 111,2
If you notice, he said, Go Girl, and not, You Go Girl, as is the slang of many women and effeminate men among us. Still, the essence of the quote is that he cannot blame the woman for weeping, for her injury, not physical, mind you, but emotional, would vex even a saint, or try the patience of Job, or as they say here, make Christians curse, all because it's so bad.
But what could that injury be? In many cases it's deception, being fooled, duped, deceived by your other half, which, as the Bard said, 'Tis the most unkindest cut of all.' And what bigger act of deception is there but to find out that your significant other has yet another significant other, apart from you. Oh the pain, the pain. What is even a greater injury is when you find out who your spouse was giving it away to.
Now, a few weeks ago, I delved into the world of the preacher and the sketel, and oh my, I was almost excommunicated by the clergy, although many folks responded in a positive way, saying how true my findings were. This was even backed up by the news report of this lady who was found in a most uncompromising position with a man of the cloth, parked up in his car at the side of a dark road, out by the Hellshire Beach. She was not confessing anything to the dear reverend, neither was he laying on hands, but their folly was compounded when two officers of the law accosted the couple, excommunicated the goodly reverend and demanded their pound of flesh from the said sister.
When I saw the news reports I simply had to shake my head and tried to visualise the scenario; parson, a man who we're supposed to revere and respect, rumbling and rollicking with a woman, and they must be cheating too, or they wouldn't be hiding on some dark road. Along comes the cavalry, officers of the law, committed to protect and serve. So what do they do? Chase away the preacher and finish off his repast.
Lady, it just wasn't your day. My point is, anyone will cheat, and people will cheat with anyone - lawyer, ducta, Indian chief, parson or police - but it hurts more when you find out who your spouse cheated with. My lady always says that if I cheat with anyone who's better-looking than her, it'll be bad and not so bad, but the crime is, cheating with a big, fat, swarthy mampy, now that's the real crime. No offence to mampies now, for they need love too, just not from me.
There is a general acceptance that men will cheat. Why, I don't know, as women cheat also, but we'll take that rap. Many women sort of expect it, deep, deep down. After all, man is man, they will say. Men will cheat with women whom they meet casually, their secretaries or, as they like to put it, personal assistants, co-workers, friends of the family, and even schoolgirls, and the wives will feel hurt.
Still, many will eventually forgive them, as in their minds, it's just the nature of the beast. "Cho, he's just having a little fling, that's all, nothing serious, it's over now and he's fine again." But if she ever found out that he got it on with her best friend, or worse, her sister, then it's hell and powder house, for that is almost unforgivable.
"How could you, with my sister, you brute?"
"But you always said that family comes first, dear."
So, you see, the injury increases, depending on whom he cheats with. It's not so much the act of cheating, but with who. But wait, it doesn't stop there, as there are still fathoms to dive to. How much further can he go to plumb the depths of degradation in his cheating ways? Well, my research led me low down, to down low cheaters. Yes, my friends, these men not only cheat on their women, but do so with other men.
"But see my trial, is dem man give cheaters bad name, yu nuh, when dem gone and give bun wid man." These men have lowered the bar to a new low, as they go down low behind their women's backs. What is even more intriguing is how they maintain the façade of respectability, acting like they are the perfect husbands, even as they have their friend's husband on the side. The question also arises, are they heterosexual or are they gay? Do they exist in the nether world, somewhere between Hades and Purgatory, at the nexus of the universe, trapped in a black hole where only the damned exist?
Can you imagine the horror when the wife discovers that her loving husband was loving another man? "My word, I had no idea that he was cheating on me, and frankly, I would have preferred if it was Pearl, and not Earl." Now, that kind of shame and disgust knows no bounds, as the confusion of the injured wife is multiplied a thousand fold. It begs the question, are these down low cheaters gay or not?
The fact is, he carries on a seemingly normal physical relationship with his wife, and is even deemed a stud by her. So how can he rise to the occasion with both male and female? That's what you call being sexually ambidextrous, having the gift, or the curse of bisexuality. One thing is sure, his down low affair is more difficult to detect than if he was having a conventional affair with a female lover.
First of all, he won't come home reeking of female perfume, as his male lover only wears men's cologne, so he'll pass the smell test. Secondly, his male lover can call the house anytime without arousing suspicion from the wife, even as his passion is aroused when he hears his lover's voice.
"Honey, it's for you, Bruce from the office calling." I bet you that if Bridgitte from the office called too often, alarms and bells and whistles would go off, but any male caller is safe. Then he and his male lover can be seen anywhere in public without any hint of gayness, as after all, he's married, respectable, and has three lovely children.
He is seen out at social shindigs with his lovely wife, and she's a stunner, so he's known to be a ladies' man. His male lover can even visit the house frequently, pick him up and watch him kiss his wife good-bye, or even sit for dinner and retire later to the study to discuss sports or politics while she goes to bed. They can even shop at the same store and wear the same clothes from time to time, and nobody will be the wiser.
The question still arises, how do these men maintain these double lives? When asked, they say that they do love their wives, and have no intention of leaving, and that they're still physically attracted, but the bottom line, is, well, the bottom line, for they also love their male lovers.
Many are not promiscuous; in the sense that they have multiple male partners, but will stick to one only, just like a man will have his mistress for years behind his wife's back. "Multiple men, what do you take me for, a pervert? I do have some decency, you know."
But there are others who are sequential lovers, and have many males at their beck and call. The implications of these down low cheaters are grave, for they are neither fish nor fowl, man nor beast, but fall between some form of androgyny, heterosexuality and homosexuality. The victim, the collateral damage, the person who feels the grave side effects of these deeds, is the wife.
Yes, wives are among the highest risk groups for HIV/AIDS because of these down low cheaters, as their men venture where other men fear to go, opening up new portals of pleasure, then bring home Lord knows what to their unsuspecting wives. And therein lies the danger, for the wives are but unwilling, unsuspecting victims in this down low, low-down shame. "Say what, Miss Mable ketch AIDS, but how, she nuh respectable married woman?!"
How do you spot them? It's almost impossible, for they get so low down when they go down low that they are undetectable. But they are here, and we shake their hands, we admire them for their strong moral fibre and sound family values, yet we know not what they do. They and their wives make loving couples and are often envied. But they have low-down secrets, they are down low cheaters.
More time.
seido1@hotmail.com
Daddy OhWith Tony Robinson
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Go girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep;
For such an injury would vex a very saint.
- Shakespeare, The Taming of The Shrew 111,2
If you notice, he said, Go Girl, and not, You Go Girl, as is the slang of many women and effeminate men among us. Still, the essence of the quote is that he cannot blame the woman for weeping, for her injury, not physical, mind you, but emotional, would vex even a saint, or try the patience of Job, or as they say here, make Christians curse, all because it's so bad.
But what could that injury be? In many cases it's deception, being fooled, duped, deceived by your other half, which, as the Bard said, 'Tis the most unkindest cut of all.' And what bigger act of deception is there but to find out that your significant other has yet another significant other, apart from you. Oh the pain, the pain. What is even a greater injury is when you find out who your spouse was giving it away to.
Now, a few weeks ago, I delved into the world of the preacher and the sketel, and oh my, I was almost excommunicated by the clergy, although many folks responded in a positive way, saying how true my findings were. This was even backed up by the news report of this lady who was found in a most uncompromising position with a man of the cloth, parked up in his car at the side of a dark road, out by the Hellshire Beach. She was not confessing anything to the dear reverend, neither was he laying on hands, but their folly was compounded when two officers of the law accosted the couple, excommunicated the goodly reverend and demanded their pound of flesh from the said sister.
When I saw the news reports I simply had to shake my head and tried to visualise the scenario; parson, a man who we're supposed to revere and respect, rumbling and rollicking with a woman, and they must be cheating too, or they wouldn't be hiding on some dark road. Along comes the cavalry, officers of the law, committed to protect and serve. So what do they do? Chase away the preacher and finish off his repast.
Lady, it just wasn't your day. My point is, anyone will cheat, and people will cheat with anyone - lawyer, ducta, Indian chief, parson or police - but it hurts more when you find out who your spouse cheated with. My lady always says that if I cheat with anyone who's better-looking than her, it'll be bad and not so bad, but the crime is, cheating with a big, fat, swarthy mampy, now that's the real crime. No offence to mampies now, for they need love too, just not from me.
There is a general acceptance that men will cheat. Why, I don't know, as women cheat also, but we'll take that rap. Many women sort of expect it, deep, deep down. After all, man is man, they will say. Men will cheat with women whom they meet casually, their secretaries or, as they like to put it, personal assistants, co-workers, friends of the family, and even schoolgirls, and the wives will feel hurt.
Still, many will eventually forgive them, as in their minds, it's just the nature of the beast. "Cho, he's just having a little fling, that's all, nothing serious, it's over now and he's fine again." But if she ever found out that he got it on with her best friend, or worse, her sister, then it's hell and powder house, for that is almost unforgivable.
"How could you, with my sister, you brute?"
"But you always said that family comes first, dear."
So, you see, the injury increases, depending on whom he cheats with. It's not so much the act of cheating, but with who. But wait, it doesn't stop there, as there are still fathoms to dive to. How much further can he go to plumb the depths of degradation in his cheating ways? Well, my research led me low down, to down low cheaters. Yes, my friends, these men not only cheat on their women, but do so with other men.
"But see my trial, is dem man give cheaters bad name, yu nuh, when dem gone and give bun wid man." These men have lowered the bar to a new low, as they go down low behind their women's backs. What is even more intriguing is how they maintain the façade of respectability, acting like they are the perfect husbands, even as they have their friend's husband on the side. The question also arises, are they heterosexual or are they gay? Do they exist in the nether world, somewhere between Hades and Purgatory, at the nexus of the universe, trapped in a black hole where only the damned exist?
Can you imagine the horror when the wife discovers that her loving husband was loving another man? "My word, I had no idea that he was cheating on me, and frankly, I would have preferred if it was Pearl, and not Earl." Now, that kind of shame and disgust knows no bounds, as the confusion of the injured wife is multiplied a thousand fold. It begs the question, are these down low cheaters gay or not?
The fact is, he carries on a seemingly normal physical relationship with his wife, and is even deemed a stud by her. So how can he rise to the occasion with both male and female? That's what you call being sexually ambidextrous, having the gift, or the curse of bisexuality. One thing is sure, his down low affair is more difficult to detect than if he was having a conventional affair with a female lover.
First of all, he won't come home reeking of female perfume, as his male lover only wears men's cologne, so he'll pass the smell test. Secondly, his male lover can call the house anytime without arousing suspicion from the wife, even as his passion is aroused when he hears his lover's voice.
"Honey, it's for you, Bruce from the office calling." I bet you that if Bridgitte from the office called too often, alarms and bells and whistles would go off, but any male caller is safe. Then he and his male lover can be seen anywhere in public without any hint of gayness, as after all, he's married, respectable, and has three lovely children.
He is seen out at social shindigs with his lovely wife, and she's a stunner, so he's known to be a ladies' man. His male lover can even visit the house frequently, pick him up and watch him kiss his wife good-bye, or even sit for dinner and retire later to the study to discuss sports or politics while she goes to bed. They can even shop at the same store and wear the same clothes from time to time, and nobody will be the wiser.
The question still arises, how do these men maintain these double lives? When asked, they say that they do love their wives, and have no intention of leaving, and that they're still physically attracted, but the bottom line, is, well, the bottom line, for they also love their male lovers.
Many are not promiscuous; in the sense that they have multiple male partners, but will stick to one only, just like a man will have his mistress for years behind his wife's back. "Multiple men, what do you take me for, a pervert? I do have some decency, you know."
But there are others who are sequential lovers, and have many males at their beck and call. The implications of these down low cheaters are grave, for they are neither fish nor fowl, man nor beast, but fall between some form of androgyny, heterosexuality and homosexuality. The victim, the collateral damage, the person who feels the grave side effects of these deeds, is the wife.
Yes, wives are among the highest risk groups for HIV/AIDS because of these down low cheaters, as their men venture where other men fear to go, opening up new portals of pleasure, then bring home Lord knows what to their unsuspecting wives. And therein lies the danger, for the wives are but unwilling, unsuspecting victims in this down low, low-down shame. "Say what, Miss Mable ketch AIDS, but how, she nuh respectable married woman?!"
How do you spot them? It's almost impossible, for they get so low down when they go down low that they are undetectable. But they are here, and we shake their hands, we admire them for their strong moral fibre and sound family values, yet we know not what they do. They and their wives make loving couples and are often envied. But they have low-down secrets, they are down low cheaters.
More time.
seido1@hotmail.com