I said I wasn't going to write about this. I changed my mind.

A few weeks back, a good friend and well-known DJ who shall remain unnamed, asked me to host his weeknight party at a Manhattan venue. Sure, no problem. I'm honored.

I send the invite to a bunch of close friends. A bunch of people RSVP to say they're coming thru. I compile said list and send it to my boy, who will pass it along to the venue.  Perfect.

I'm on the way to the club for midnite the evening of the party when my BBM blows up. It's one of my girls saying she and a friend of ours are at the venue. She was let in. Our friend was not.

"She's on my list," I insist. And she is. I double and triple check the lists for any event I do. I typed her name myself.

"Yeah, no," my girl says. "Hurry. She's about to leave."

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600+ comments? Wow, ya'll.

I'll be back to blogging Monday, I think. I'm told my book editor already has my book and is reading furiously... ie, revisions are coming soon. I've also been told she's been giggling wildly in her office as she reads. Good signs. Now I just need her to throw to book and all will be right with the world.

Click the pic for a link to my latest Essence.com commentary on Fantasia Barrino's media tour just two weeks after she tried to kill herself.

If you know me (or follow me on twitter), you can guess where I'm going with it.

Oh, and last but not least: have you voted for Belle in the Black Weblog Awards: blackweblogawards.com

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hypermasculinity is probably in the top three biggest issues in our community, the underlying symptom to a whole host of problems, but no one wants to talk about it. Instead community leaders blame single mothers, golddiggers, not enough Jesus, gays, saggy pants, etc…

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