There are two things that make me feel unstoppable: my boots and my lashes.
When I slip into my boots, you can’t tell me NOTHING! The way they hug my stride, the way they make me walk with confidence—it’s a feeling I can’t explain. Sneakers or gym shoes don’t give me that same energy. Boots transform me. They make me feel sexy, powerful, and like I own every step I take.
And then there are my lashes. I don’t wear them often, but when I do, it’s a whole mood. My lashes give me that sultry, captivating look when I glance at men, but they also let me serve serious energy when I need to. They sharpen my attention, make me feel polished, and remind me that sometimes the smallest details carry the biggest impact.
Boots and lashes—two simple things, but together they unlock a version of me that’s bold, confident, and undeniably sexy.
Inside the mind of cree 
“Nothing like to see a brother,”
my wife might say, “in a navy blue sport jacket with two gold button down the belly, four down the sleeves, pockets with a flap securing his procession, handkerchief pocket on left side of broad chest, a thin stripe black, red, and silver shirt with a collar, labeled an Express, made in Indonesia, baige trousers, black sulk Italian stocks, ankle high rich rust brown Stacy Adam, and a designed hat on backwards with the kango logo above the forehead, and his face fixed like the cool junkie ready to escort his wife to church.
I put it this way because Denise, my beloved wife for nearly 29 years is the mirror of her husband and ought to represent his views, but that is not always the evident nor his literary taste for books, writing, imaginative thinking and nearly aways critical of his revolutionary politics, unconsidering the obvious differences in her cinematic interpretation of world view and his literary, political, and spiritual interpretation of world view.
What does that mean? Since he is always with my head books and she is in the cinematic box. She struggles with reading but has ears like a great wax moth and he struggles with hearing impairment but he can decode information like a CPU. With that said, they don’t always agree or see eye to eye, and what he has gathered is that both human beings, no matter how they learn, complement one another.
If he can use it in her ears, she is his central processing unit, these niggers would be rich.
Nevertheless, increase your question what do I like wearing? And that depends on when, where, and what? “When” I go out to church or a social event, like the art and culture museum. My wife would dress me, similar to her style. Ask her why, why, why? Or, like the blue navy sport jacket, etc.
“Where” I go during the week; however, to the gym, casual shorts, sneakers, Crocs, and/or a tee shirt. “What” I like to wear is nothing fancy, expensive, or name brands but casual which gives no impression of who I am. I guess I am that guy that might be packing intellectuality and wisdom but because of the lack of impression folks would be signaled to underestimate my intelligence and back themselves into a tree.
I guess I am that guy who loves clothes but when it’s necessary, other wise, when I am home like my beloved I am the cat in the nude.
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