The Turn On Episode 8 | Feel The Fire

The Turn On Episode 8 | Feel The Fire

TRANSCRIPT>>Kenrya: Come here. Get off. [theme music]>>Erica: Welcome to this week’s episode of
The Turn On. Today, we’re going to read from “Fire Baptized,”
by Kenya Wright, which was published in 2012. Sit back, relax, get your wine, get your weed,
get your whatever you need, and enjoy.>>Kenrya: “Fire Baptized,” by Kenya Wright. An hour later, I lounged on my bed encased
in a fuzzy purple robe. MeShack was positioned behind me, moving his
fingers across my scalp. He’d promised to do my hair after my shower. “I wouldn’t bet money on Larry being the murderer.” MeShack applied beeswax to the root of my
dreadlock and twisted it. “It might not be him.” “I’m ignoring that comment.” I’d told MeShack everything, leaving out Zulu
and Ray’s monster forms. My bed wobbled as he rearranged himself at
my side. His long legs barely gave me any space to
sit. Two silver and turquoise pixies used his toes
as jungle gyms. They climbed through them, chasing each other
and laughing. He wiggled his feet and growled, and they
jumped in the air, flapping their turquoise wings. “I just don’t want you to think you’re safe
when the killer could still be out there,” he said. “Larry couldn’t be…” “Drop it, MeShack.” I just wanted to relax and forget about tonight. The scent of lavender caressed my nose and
rivaled the sharp smell of beeswax. All fifty candles were spread around the room. Some were placed on my bookshelf, dripping
wax onto the plum carpet. Others hovered over my bed by Easy-To-Do suspension
spells that I’d shoplifted from Witch-Mart. Proofreading MeShack’s essay, I put a red
slash over two words. “What did you mark?” MeShack stopped rubbing his fingers through
my locs. “I’m not going to read this if you question
every revision I make.” I hid the pages against my chest. “You’ll proofread it or I won’t do your
hair.” “Hey, I’m doing you a favor, too. It’s 1:00 in the morning.” I turned to the next page. “And I’ve had a rough night.” “He didn’t admit to killing her.” “What?” I reread a sentence. “The Larry guy never said he killed her.” Sighing, I turned to the last page. “Just leave it alone.” “Just don’t let down your guard.” MeShack pulled my dreadlocks into a ponytail. “I’ll walk you home and to your classes. You should let Ray continue to guard you.” I got queasy at the mention of Ray’s name. “I won’t need his services.” “Stubborn ass,” he muttered under his breath. “Narcissistic fur ball.” MeShack snarled, putting the beeswax on my
dresser. I wrote down comments at the end of the essay
and set it on my nightstand. He prowled toward my bookcase and scrutinized
the pile of library paperbacks I’d checked out two days ago. He held one up and read the title. “Dating Yourself and How to Woo You. Are you really reading this?” “No.” I let out a nervous laugh. “Please, put it down.” “Tonight is the night, when you’ve taken yourself
out for the second time.” MeShack read the sentences that I’d highlighted. I covered my face as he continued. “Don’t be nervous, because you’re going to
rock your world. Play your favorite music. Pour yourself some wine.” “Okay, give it to me.” I jumped off of my bed, holding out my hand,
when he kept reading. “Remember, you’re making love to yourself. No spell condoms necessary.” I sent flames to his arm and put them out
when he dropped the book. “Have you made it to second base with yourself?” He examined his scorched arm as it healed,
then chuckled. “That’s none of your business.” He blurred toward me. Suddenly, his face was an inch from mine. “I’m more than willing to handle your needs.” He leaned in closer. His lips touched the skin around my brand,
making me shiver. I tilted my head away. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not interested.” “I miss hearing you scream my name.” He tugged at my robe’s belt. “And how you would take me in any position
and push me over the edge.” I avoid his eyes. “I’m tired and I want to go to sleep.” “Just one kiss.” He wrapped his hands around my waist, and
I sent fire to them. Hissing, he jumped back, shaking the flames
away. “No kissing.” I headed to my bed. Damn it. I should have let him do my hair on the couch. He stood a few feet from me and licked his
lips. His eyes went to predatory mode, following
my every movement. The gold flecks in his eyes gleamed. I was going to have to burn him again. I could see it in his eyes. Were-cats and their constant need to poke
and bat at things. Sighing, I took off my robe and climbed into
bed. He noticed I was wearing one of his frat shirts
and grinned as if he’d won a major competition. Out-freaking-standing. I turned off my lamp. “Are you dismissing me?” MeShack jumped on my bed and the headboard
hit the wall. “Stop. You’re going to wake Ben.” “He’s in my room, sleeping.” His face glowed within the candles’ light. “I can hear him snoring. Don’t worry.” Humming, he rearranged his head on my pillow,
and I glared at him. “Fine. You don’t want me to touch you, but I’m sleeping
in here tonight,” MeShack said. “Ben sleeps like a symnocardium sac…” “What does that even mean?” “The double-walled sac in Shifters that envelopes
the heart and attaches to the breastbone. It constantly reshapes so it won’t crush the
heart and…” “No. Please stop. I can’t take it anymore.” I covered his mouth, and he gently bit my
hand. “I put Ben at the top of the bed. Ten minutes later, his head is at the bottom. The next hour, he’s hanging off the edge.” MeShack pulled off his jade pajama pants,
exposing chocolate briefs that wrapped around his muscular thighs like skin. “Plus, he pissed in the bed. He sleeps with you tomorrow night.” “No way. You volunteered for this week.” I extinguished all but three of the candles
and slapped his hands as he tried to take off his briefs. “And you’re not sleeping in the nude.” “Prude.” He sucked his teeth. “Sexual deviant.” “Can you play with my hair until I fall asleep?” He poked his lips out and unraveled his braid,
and kinky curls fell around his shoulder. “What do I get out of it?” “I’ll take two weeks of dishes.” “Deal.” I buried my fingers in his curls, and silk
surrounded my fingertips. He closed his eyes. Lilac filled the air. “Damn it, MeShack. You used my shampoo without asking?” “You always steal the high-end stuff.” He scooted closer to me and turned around. “Not that I approve of your thievery.” I stroked his scalp in a circular motion. A loud purring erupted from his throat. The bed vibrated. I giggled and slid my fingers to the area
behind his ears. “You really think Larry isn’t the killer?” I asked, trying to concentrate on something
else besides the heat radiating from his skin. It was smoother than I remembered it. I squeezed my thighs together to calm myself
down. Sex with MeShack would be too complicated. Be careful, Lanore. “I don’t want to talk about Larry right now.” He stirred as I massaged his neck and raked
my fingers through his soft hair. Curls spilled over my hands and arms. I guided my fingers down to the curve of his
neck. A low rumble came from his throat. He quickly faced me. His eyes shifted to feline, glimmering within
the candles’ light. “You want me to stop?” I asked. Saying nothing, he gripped my waist. His eyelids hung lazily, half closed as if
he was going to sleep. “I’ll massage your back if you take my dishes
for two more weeks.” Smiling, I glided my nails down his chest. He bit his lip and arched his back. Okay, maybe I’d gone too far. I moved my hands away from him. He growled. “You’re lucky you have on my frat shirt, or
I’d tear it off.” He rubbed his hand against my breasts. His hand slid down from my waist, caressing
my thigh and moving toward the middle of my legs. I gasped and scooted backward. “I said a massage, not sex.” “You’re single. I’m single.” MeShack stopped purring. “I still have feelings for you.” I got under my blanket. He dove under the covers, pressing his body
against me before I could escape. My heartbeat increased and I focused on breathing. His hands went to the bottom of my shirt. “If you don’t stop, then you’ll have to sleep
on the couch.” “Just one kiss.” His fingers pressed against mine before I
could say no. My mouth opened automatically, welcoming his
tongue and tasting honey. Damn, I miss this. But I dragged myself away from his soft lips. “Goodnight,” I whispered. He kissed my X brand and then the area around
it. A trail of pleasure rippled down my body and
ended at my toes. Maybe we can just make out for a little bit. I relaxed as he went to my ear, sucking on
the tip, his tongue tracing it. I curled my toes. “I’ll get you another one.” He clutched my shirt’s neckline and ripped
it. “Wait,” I gasped, heart pounding. The shirt flapped open, exposing my breasts. His mouth traveled to my neck, and I bit my
lip, not wanting him to stop. Fuck it. I wanted him, right here and now, and I would
think about the consequences tomorrow. He nipped at my chin and headed for my cleavage. Yes. Sparks flickered within my chest. I closed my eyes, relishing in the way his
tongue flicked over my nipple and then encased it with his moist mouth, sucking and tugging
until I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and moaned. Heat surged through me, moistening my panties. “This is overdue.” He gently bit the other nipple. “Do you know how many times I lie in my bed
listening to you moan and hear the hum of your vibrator?” “No.” I kissed his brand. “Is that why you keep breaking my vibrators?”  “Yes,” he hissed. “And your body belong to me. I sighed, pulling away. “If we have sex tonight, it’s just a one-time
thing.” “Fine,” he mumbled. “I’m serious.” I targeted his eyes. A thunderous growl shot from his throat. The skin on his face pushed forward as if
something inside him was clawing its way out. His beast. I jumped back. “Does your beast understand this is a one-time
deal?” I asked. “Of course not. If it was up to him, you’d be chained to my
bed post.” The blanket moved as his hands slid between
my thighs. “Wait, MeShack. We shouldn’t…” His fingers dove inside my panties. A lusty heat rushed between my legs. I moaned, my mind in a daze, as he stroked
the area. “My mate,” he purred. I put my hands to his arm. His muscles flexed under my touch. I barely caught my breath as his finger entered
me. “I love you,” he whispered. I arched into his huge hand, taking pleasure
in his calloused fingers as they glided between me. So good. I moaned, licking my lips, and pleasure exploded
within me. He continued to thrust his finger in and out. His mouth went back to my breast, licking
around my nipple and then sucking it hard. I let my head fall back and moaned, “MeShee.” “Gods, I’ve missed hearing that.” I couldn’t wait anymore. I tugged at the top of his briefs, wanting
to touch the one thing I’ve missed so much this year. It would be hard and ready to satisfy any
desire for as long as it took. The phone in the kitchen rang. [theme music]>>Erica: Welcome back. We just heard an excerpt from Fire Baptized
by Kenya Wright. So Kenrya, this book was an interesting one,
very different from my normal reading. It had fairies, and were-mongers, were-cats->>Kenrya: Is that like a mythical whoremonger? Like->>Erica: Yeah, it’s a mythical whoremonger.>>Kenrya: Gotcha.>>Erica: Well, I mean, niggas still exist,
and->>Kenrya: True shit.>>Erica: … their mythical form are were-mongers.>>Kenrya: Yes. I like it.>>Erica: Okay, so give us a little background
on the story itself.>>Kenrya: This is the first book in a series,
and I think it’s billed as an interracial paranormal series, which is interesting. I know.>>Erica: Okay.>>Kenrya: And it’s super well written, and
I like sci-fi, whatever. It took me years to admit to myself that I
like sci-fi.>>Erica: Well, I’m glad you do, because if
this was an Erica-chosen story, if this was an Erica book… Wait. If the stories in this podcast were always
chosen by Erica, it would be like Hood Love and Nigga Sex, so->>Kenrya: All of which is valid.>>Erica: All of it is valid.>>Kenrya: But it’s a nice mix.>>Erica: Yeah, so we need more, and you’re
bringing more by finding us these mythical paranormal, mythical paranormal stories that
also feature really hot steamy romance.>>Kenrya: Yes, and Black people.>>Erica: Yes.>>Kenrya: So, this story is set in this place,
and it’s called Santeria. Yeah, it’s basically off the religion. But basically, everyone who is not a quote-unquote
“typical human,” like who doesn’t have powers, who is… They call them supes, supernatural. They’re all corralled in this one area. It’s basically like putting them all in the
ghetto.>>Erica: In a slum or something.>>Kenrya: Yeah, and then they have a wall
around where they live, and they are not allowed to go out and interact with the quote-unquote
“normal people,” which is fucked up, obviously. But then so even within the supes, there’s
a lot of different types of folks, like you mentioned. There’s vampires. There’s shifters, which are like shape-shifters. There’s were-folk, people like werewolves,
and were-cheetahs, and were-cats, and all kinds of shit. And more that I’m not thinking… Oh, and fairies, and then there are people
who are like our main character, Lanore, who are called mixies. She’s called a mixie because she’s a mix of
two different types of supes, and the mixies are at the bottom of the culture within Santeria,
because of course, folks always find a way to put themselves higher on the hierarchy,
and she’s Black->>Erica: White supremacy just permeates>>Kenrya: Every fucking thing.>>Erica: Every fucking thing.>>Kenrya: It is a smog.>>Erica: Yeah.>>Kenrya: Yeah.>>Erica: Yeah.>>Kenrya: So, Lanore is Black, and she’s a
mixie, and they have like brands on their heads, so you can look and tell that she’s
an… It’s an X on her fucking head, and from the
very first page, you see how she’s treated, and how folks talk to her, because she’s a
mixie. So it’s interesting, because while they live
in this world that is not our world, the bullshit that Black women are subjected to still is
a very real part of her life every single day.>>Erica: Mm-hmm (affirmative).>>Kenrya: Yeah.>>Erica: Okay.>>Kenrya: Yeah.>>Erica: Well, this was a really great… The scene that we picked was great, because
I feel like it was so intimate. Like, when I first started reading it, I was
just like, “This just feels cozy, and-“>>Kenrya: Like lived in.>>Erica: Intimate, yeah, like I could just
feel myself in the space. And I really like how they started off with
rubbing each other’s hair.>>Kenrya: Like, sitting there re-twisting
her hair. Like, it shows the depth of their relationship,
like how long they’ve known each other, that she trusts that nigga->>Erica: Because that’s so personal.>>Kenrya: … in her head.>>Erica: Yeah, that’s so personal. So, for me, and I don’t even have a lot of
hair, but if you want me to just melt in your arms, rub my hair.>>Kenrya: Yes.>>Erica: Against the grain of… I mean->>Kenrya: With the->>Erica: … with the grain.>>Kenrya: Yeah. [crosstalk 00:17:38] fucking your shit up.>>Erica: Not against the grain. Don’t be fucking up my waves. But yeah, rub my hair. Play in my scalp. Like, it was just such a sweet, intimate moment,
and it just showed the depth of the friendship between the two of them. Give me a little bit of background on their
living situation.>>Kenrya: They live in the same apartment. They have separate rooms. They grew up together. I think both of their parents were maybe using
drugs, or it was some situation which feels familiar, where they were kind of thrust together
when they were super young, so they grew up together, and they had dated before, but now
they just live together in the same space.>>Erica: Okay. And you can tell that there’s like years of
intimacy built between the two of them. Quick question for you. Would you ever fuck a were-cat, or a fairy,
or a->>Kenrya: I mean, I don’t see why not. It’s so fucking random.>>Erica: There’s so many variables that have
to work->>Kenrya: I know.>>Kenrya: … in order to make this question->>Kenrya: Like, everybody’s got to have the->>Erica: Right.>>Kenrya: … equipment.>>Erica: Sockets for the plugs.>>Kenrya: Right, well you know, sex is bigger
than penetrative, so I mean, fuck.>>Erica: Yeah.>>Kenrya: You know. There’s probably a lot you could do->>Erica: Maybe got one of those were-cat tongues. But cat tongues are scratchy, right?>>Kenrya: They are scratchy.>>Erica: Ooh, but that might be good on like
a back. I mean, I might not need that on my clit,
but it’s probably like good for a good back scratch, or->>Kenrya: I’m not mad at it.>>Erica: … some exfoliation or something.>>Kenrya: Yeah. I mean, and they’re adults, so fuck, you’re
consenting, and you’re figuring it out. I don’t see why not. Yeah, but of course in the book, though, he’s
in his human form as they’re starting things, but then he starts fucking->>Kenrya: But then he starts->>Erica: But then he starts coming out.>>Kenrya: Growling, and yeah, yeah.>>Erica: I was like, “Oh, this could be interesting.” This could be very interesting.>>Kenrya: Mm-hmm (affirmative).>>Erica: I like it. So, this kind of the bigger question that
I have, that kind of runs through this entire scene is could you be friends with like a
former… Well, so when we were thinking about planning
out this episode, we were talking about… Like, the big question was can men and women
just be friends?>>Kenrya: Right, and we think yeah, like->>Erica: Of course, like->>Kenrya: … I’ve got friends who I never
would even consider fucking.>>Erica: Yeah, yeah. I mean, it’s one of those things, yeah, I
think if you’re… Adults can be friends. But when you take it a little deeper, could
you be friends with a former fuck buddy, or boyfriend?>>Kenrya: I mean, I think it’s possible. Am I? No, and I think that’s just because a lot
of my relationships did not end->>Erica: Very well?>>Kenrya: … that well, or even if they did,
like I’ve definitely had some where I was just like, “All right, I’m out.” And they were like, “Okay,” and then we just
kind of went our own ways, and it wasn’t like we had ill will. It was just we didn’t want to spend time together
anymore. If I ain’t want to spend time with you as
a partner, I don’t really want to spend time with you as a friend.>>Erica: Yeah. I don’t think I have any real relationship… I’m trying to think. Yeah, most of the guys that once dated, we… I have a few that still keep in touch, but
I feel like they still keeping in touch->>Kenrya: On the off chance that you’re going
to throw them some pussy.>>Erica: Yeah, to see if it’s still warm,
and you might still be around on the off chance that->>Kenrya: Right.>>Erica: … that I want to keep it warm.>>Kenrya: Yeah.>>Erica: But I also feel like they don’t cross
that line, and I feel like the main character, Lanore here, was definitely setting herself
up.>>Kenrya: Yeah.>>Erica: Like, what did you think was going
to happen?>>Kenrya: She was. She was.>>Erica: Y’all, like you flat-out told this
man, “I still got feelings for you.”>>Kenrya: Right.>>Erica: And then he in your bed, playing
in your hair. You wearing his shirt. Like, this was just a complete and… This was one of those, like, have you seen
that meme? It was like, “If you went over there just
to talk, why you shave?”>>Kenrya: Yes, I have.>>Erica: That’s one of those things, like->>Kenrya: Yeah, it reminds me of… Damn, what’s that movie with the Black people? Nia Long and Larenz Tate, he’s like, “I just
want to come up and talk.” Like, nigga->>Erica: Oh, “Love Jones.”>>Kenrya: Yes.>>Erica: Okay, so we had like… There’s a whole group of people probably listening
ready to scream that you forgot.>>Kenrya: I know. Whatever. It was one of my favorite movies for a really
long time. It probably still is, but I think the last… I get so frustrated, and I think it’s a thing
that comes up in a lot of rom-coms, where things could just be solved with a simple
conversation. So I get so fucking frustrated when cats,
like, leave town, and see somebody in the bookstore, and rather than just going in or
hitting them up on their cell phone, they put their head down all crestfallen and go
home. Bitch, be a woman and have a conversation.>>Erica: Yeah, and I think that’s why this
takes us back to the previous episode that we recorded, where I was like, you know, “If
I’m feeling something, I’m just going to tell you. Like, if I love you, I’m going to say I love
you. I mean, I’m telling you because I want you
to know. I need you to have all the information,” you
know?>>Kenrya: Right.>>Erica: So in case you see me in a bookstore,
you know I love you, so come and say something.>>Kenrya: Right. So much of the high jinks->>Erica: Don’t be shy nigga.>>Kenrya: … could be avoided if folks just
had actual conversations, so yeah.>>Erica: But, I will admit, I don’t remember
seeing “Love Jones.”>>Kenrya: Bitch, what?>>Erica: Yeah, I don’t know if it’s that I
haven’t seen… Maybe I saw it and just wasn’t paying attention,
but I don’t think I’ve seen it.>>Kenrya: Really?>>Erica: I know, and we… Yeah, I know. Okay, I->>Kenrya: I mean, I saw saw it.>>Erica: Winter’s coming. Don’t worry. I’ll rectify it.>>Kenrya: Girl, I got it on DVD.>>Erica: Bitch, I ain’t got a DVD player. What are you talking about?>>Kenrya: Oh, I do. I have one.>>Erica: Yeah.>>Kenrya: That I haven’t turned on in probably
three years. I used to use it for like teaching->>Erica: It don’t even work, probably.>>Kenrya: No, it works.>>Erica: Okay.>>Kenrya: It totally does, yeah, yeah. I used to use it to watch… like, teaching
my kid Spanish, like I had little DVDs that were like, “Baby, Bebe.”>>Erica: Bebe… Why are y’all Spanish from New Orleans?>>Kenrya: Right? Then like that’s how I taught her sign language,
with DVDs or whatever, but now you can stream all that stuff, but you know, technology changes
very quickly, but all that to say that I have “Love Jones,” and it lives in my heart,
and I’m sorry to all of the folks who are screaming right now.>>Erica: Well, they probably->>Kenrya: Bitch forgot.>>Erica: They probably put your screams away
and added… Pulled out screams for me->>Kenrya: Right.>>Erica: … like, “This bitch hasn’t seen
it.”>>Kenrya: Yeah, it’s good. I mean, if you can avoid looking at Larenz
Tate’s fucked up ass hairline the whole movie.>>Erica: Girl.>>Kenrya: It’s so bad.>>Erica: Like, y’all ain’t had no good barbers?>>Kenrya: I just don’t understand. Is it because he a renaissance man, he don’t
give a fuck about his line, his shape-up?>>Erica: He cut his hair with scissors.>>Kenrya: Like, what the fuck? It’s so terrible the whole time. But whatever.>>Erica: That’s the worst. Okay, so back to relationships with former
friends, friends with benefits, former fuck buddies, friends with benefits. How do you feel about your partner having
relationships?>>Kenrya: Oh wait, no, back up. I do have one friend who I used to fuck.>>Erica: Okay.>>Kenrya: Who we’re still friends, and we’re
fine. We don’t have no weird tension, no nothing. It works out well.>>Erica: That’s pretty cool.>>Kenrya: But it’s one, yeah.>>Erica: Yeah, I’m going to have to… It’s so cool that I can’t remember who it
is, so…>>Kenrya: I don’t know how to tell you without
saying it.>>Erica: Yeah.>>Kenrya: I’ll tell you later.>>Erica: Yeah, no, yeah, you’re so cool that
I can’t even remember.>>Kenrya: Yeah.>>Erica: Okay, well that’s good.>>Kenrya: Mm-hmm (affirmative).>>Erica: Does your partner know that y’all
used to->>Kenrya: Yeah.>>Erica: Okay, I didn’t want to, like->>Kenrya: Yeah, yeah. He knows.>>Erica: You’re like, “There’s going to be
a very special conversation in your home after this.”>>Kenrya: He does know, yeah, yeah, but we
rarely ever see each other. We live in different cities, so…>>Erica: Okay, now I know.>>Kenrya: Yeah.>>Erica: Now I know. I got it. I got it.>>Kenrya: Yeah.>>Erica: See, now the story’s come back.>>Kenrya: And then there was another one,
right, who I was friends with, and then we were together, and then we went back to being
friends, and then we got back together after we both got divorced, so that happened there
too. Now we not friends no more.>>Erica: Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, and I think the friendship… Well, I think, but do you think that the friendship
was->>Kenrya: Oh, it was absolutely->>Erica: … keeping a pin->>Kenrya: … keeping a pin in it, 100%.>>Erica: Yeah, yeah.>>Kenrya: I mean, we were friends. We were legitimate friends, but->>Erica: And I think that’s why people are
often so hesitant to want to allow their partner… Not allow->>Kenrya: To have the person->>Erica: … but don’t want their partner
to be friends with->>Kenrya: Somebody who they used to fuck.>>Erica: Because they’ve been in that situation
where->>Kenrya: They knew they was holding a pin
for somebody.>>Erica: Exactly.>>Kenrya: Yeah.>>Erica: But, I mean->>Kenrya: Yeah, that situation was a total
like, “What if,” you know? If we’re ever both in a situation where we
could be together, how would that be? And then it happened, and… But->>Erica: But I think also, again, it’s just
you know, trusting that you’re not with some dick of a partner that is going to… I mean, no one wants to feel like their partner
has somebody on the back burner. But->>Kenrya: And I think part of->>Erica: … at the same time->>Kenrya: Oh, go ahead. I’m sorry.>>Erica: No, you go.>>Kenrya: No, please.>>Erica: No.>>Kenrya: No, ma’am.>>Erica: At the same time, you know, like
it is what it is. Shit happens. That’s the reality at times, so let’s not
fool ourselves. It took a while to get here, but I am firmly
in the I ain’t trying to keep a nigga that ain’t trying to be kept camp.>>Kenrya: Exactly.>>Erica: So, it ain’t->>Kenrya: If I got to be sitting here worried
about this shit->>Erica: Yeah, if I got to worry about you->>Kenrya: … then this ain’t it.>>Erica: … then I don’t want that drama.>>Kenrya: Exactly.>>Erica: I don’t want that worry. I am raising a Black boy. I got enough shit in the world, that is constantly
stressing me out, than be stressing about whether or not this nigga want to be around,
or keeping his girlfriend around, because he trying… Like, if that’s what you’re trying to do->>Kenrya: Go do that.>>Erica: Do it, you know?>>Kenrya: Yeah.>>Erica: So sorry, what were you saying?>>Kenrya: Oh, I don’t even remember no mo’.>>Erica: Oh, shit.>>Kenrya: Oh, I do.>>Erica: Mm-hmm (affirmative)?>>Kenrya: I was going to say that in those
situations, I think when somebody is still friends, like for example, in the few situations
with somebody who I was friends with, I felt the onus was on me to make sure that my partner
felt comfortable, so in that case, it meant that they met that person. You know what I mean? I was up front about what our relationship
was, like how you just asked about my current partner knowing about this other person. Yeah. I told him. I think he met him at some point, at a party
or something, and I was very up front. Because my thing is, I don’t ever want somebody
else to have more information than you have, so then you out here looking crazy, like we
don’t communicate and I’m being a fucking asshole. So for me, I try to give… Not try. I give as much information as possible so
that you feel comfortable, and I expect the same thing.>>Erica: Exactly. Well, my ex, when we first started dating,
because you know, I’ve been in this area, in the same area, for 20 years now?>>Kenrya: Yeah, damn.>>Erica: And I spent most of my… I grew up here, you know? Like, I came here in college, so I put some
miles on this pussy in the city, you know? So, I always made it a point to tell him,
because he was one of those type of people that be out, and be like, “Oh, I met somebody.” You know?>>Kenrya: Yeah.>>Erica: And I’m like->>Kenrya: “Hey.”>>Erica: “Hey, full disclosure.”>>Kenrya: “Fucked that nigga.”>>Erica: Exactly, so like after a while, I
didn’t even have to say much more than, “Hey, full disclosure.” He’s like, “All right, I got it.” You don’t need to know details, but at the
same time, I don’t want you out… and smiling at somebody’s face->>Kenrya: And this nigga, in his head, like,
“Ooh, he don’t know I fucked his wife,” or some->>Erica: Yeah, exactly. Like, yeah, so I always make it a point to… I think it’s always good that everybody knows
what’s going on and that kind of thing.>>Kenrya: Yeah, absolutely.>>Erica: So, like you said, you’re comfortable
with your partner being friends and that kind of thing.>>Kenrya: Yeah. I mean, I think… So two things have to happen. One is, like I said, with the whole information,
and then I think the other thing is maintaining boundaries, right? Appropriate boundaries.>>Erica: I was just about to say, yeah.>>Kenrya: Yeah, so like making sure that your
partner one, puts your needs around that up front, and well, at the forefront, and that
if there are things that you are not comfortable with, that they set those boundaries accordingly,
so that you can feel comfortable in a relationship. I think that’s key, and I’ve absolutely been
there, and had to point out, “Hey, I don’t like this thing that she did,” or, “this message
that she left,” or whatever, and knowing that this nigga is not afraid to then go and set
that boundary, because it means something to me.>>Erica: Yeah, because I also feel like part
of the problem between MeShack and Lanore is that->>Kenrya: Boundaries.>>Erica: Yeah. Like, she failed to… Like, he’s pushing boundaries left and right,
and she’s just->>Kenrya: Letting them back down.>>Erica: … letting them come down, you know?>>Kenrya: Yeah, yeah, and then feigning like
she don’t want it. Bitch, you want it.>>Erica: You want it, because if you didn’t,
you would say, “Nah.”>>Kenrya: Yeah, because if that phone hadn’t
rang->>Erica: Girl.>>Kenrya: We was about to get something steamy.>>Erica: Yeah, I was definitely mad at that
phone. Have you ever been in a situation, or has
there been someone that, like, y’all just couldn’t get right, like y’all… Things getting hot and steamy, and there’s
always a->>Kenrya: An interruption?>>Erica: Yeah. I feel like that’s God telling you, “This
ain’t where you’re trying to go,” if that’s been the case, but->>Kenrya: Yeah. I don’t think so. I got to think about that one. What about you?>>Erica: Yeah, but it was a… I mean, looking back, it was a situation,
where it was like->>Kenrya: It was definitely God saving you?>>Erica: It was like, “You know what, girl? You don’t need to be here doing this.” It was always just, you know, “I got to run,”
or, “It’s a bad timing,” or something like that. I did end up fucking him at Ben’s Chili Bowl.>>Kenrya: Well…>>Erica: Well, not at Ben’s Chili Bowl, but->>Kenrya: It was at Ben’s next door, right?>>Erica: Yeah.>>Kenrya: Yeah?>>Erica: Yeah, yeah. But nonetheless, it was just one of those
things where it was like, “I need to go. This ain’t…” You know, like it was just always not->>Kenrya: Not quite right?>>Erica: … not quite right timing or something
like that, and yeah, I think it was just, you know->>Kenrya: It was just God’s way of telling
you, “This ain’t it, boo.”>>Erica: Uh-huh (affirmative).>>Kenrya: Yeah. I don’t think I have.>>Erica: Because also, I think it was a situation
where I could have easily been dickmitized, so it was like, “Girl, don’t get a hit.”>>Kenrya: I mean, was that one time at least
good?>>Erica: Oh, it was more than one time that
we did.>>Kenrya: Oh.>>Erica: I mean, not more than one time there,
but it was more than one time, but you know, we had enough times during the course of that
situation->>Kenrya: That little window?>>Erica: … that was like, “Ooh, this ain’t… Ooh,” you know? Yeah, it was…>>Kenrya: I’m thirsty.>>Erica: Yeah, I want… She takes these long, languid sips. Did I use the term correctly?>>Kenrya: Yes.>>Erica: SAT word correct? Long, languid->>Kenrya: I be thirsty. It’s a lot of talking.>>Erica: The sips. Okay, so do you remember someone that was
your playing with fire person?>>Kenrya: I don’t know. Do you remember somebody who was my playing
with fire person?>>Erica: Okay, you know what? I think about this every time HBCU homecoming
comes around. I be talking to my girls far and wide, and
they be like, “Bitch, homecoming.”>>Kenrya: Oh, nigga. That’s always bad.>>Erica: Because we hit about, what, 3:00,
4:00. It’s starting to get… You know, it’s fall, so by about 3:00, 4:00,
we starting to go into like everybody been drinking all day, the sun’s starting to set.>>Kenrya: Then we get into the club, and everybody
start dancing->>Erica: Everybody trying to… Who going to what day party?>>Kenrya: … pairing off.>>Erica: And honey, that is when the playing
with fire busts out.>>Kenrya: Niggas start stopping by our section.>>Erica: Or, even before you go to the section,
“Where y’all going?”>>Kenrya: The texts, yeah, yeah.>>Erica: “Here, let me give you my number.” Yeah, honey.>>Kenrya: Oh, God.>>Erica: Yeah, you just got to->>Kenrya: I’m legit thinking about the people
that that happened with last year.>>Erica: Oh, shit, yeah. It’s just one of those things where it’s like,
oh, this is a bad situation. And I always joke about like homecoming, how
one, again, you got to be just solid in your shit with your… I mean, just in life, you know, going around,
but I feel like you get to homecoming, and everybody start getting on that college fuck
shit, and all intentions go out the window.>>Kenrya: I mean, everybody’s drunk. Everybody’s not really trying to go straight
home after the day party.>>Erica: Yeah, yeah. And it’s like, “Well, let’s go get some food,”
you know? That kind of, “Or come on over and eat.” Let’s go. For the record, I usually have people staying
with me, so->>Kenrya: You do. Yeah, yeah.>>Erica: I don’t get to partake in that kind
of->>Kenrya: You do.>>Erica: Shout-out to my family back home.>>Kenrya: They do. They be shutting your shit down.>>Erica: But nonetheless, I think that’s really
one of those situations where you see that shit playing out, in like real time.>>Kenrya: Real time. Yeah, I will say in general, I’m usually not
tempted, because I can even… Because you know, I only drink one glass all
day, right? I have like one thing of champagne and I’m
good, because I’m a fucking lightweight->>Erica: Whereas I have like a->>Kenrya: … so I’m good.>>Erica: … thermos of like Crown.>>Kenrya: You do.>>Erica: Like, just straight Crown.>>Kenrya: So I’m like good and sober as I’m
going through the day, but that allows me to be able to remember that you was a fuck
nigga then, and you a fuck nigga now, and it’s easy for me to be like, “I’m good, but
thank you.”>>Erica: “I’m good, love. Enjoy”>>Kenrya: Exactly.>>Erica: Yeah. Well, I definitely->>Kenrya: Yeah, a lot of that.>>Erica: You definitely see that shit happening
in real time, and I mean, like thankfully, we have… I think we have a good group of girlfriends,
that are quick to see->>Kenrya: Swoop in.>>Erica: … shit like that going in.>>Kenrya: “Mm-mm (negative). That ain’t it. That ain’t it.”>>Erica: Because I clearly remember being
pulled away, as well as pulling niggas away, like… And my dumb ass be standing like, “But, I
mean, we was just going to go over here and talk,” and being pulled away like, “No, bitch.”>>Kenrya: “No, we’re not doing that.”>>Erica: “Danger.” (singing)>>Kenrya: Oh, I’m like, “What are you singing?”>>Erica: Come on, now. We need Erica’s->>Kenrya: Song of the week.>>Erica: Erica’s song of the week, Erica’s
storytelling time. Okay, so MeShack and Lanore. We know that going back to the playing with
fire, playing in hair->>Kenrya: Which is interesting, because she
has fire powers, but anyway.>>Erica: Yo, I thought that was so dope, how
he was like fucking with her book, and she was like, “Yo, I’m going to burn his-“>>Kenrya: “Burn your shit up.”>>Erica: Oh, so okay, the details in this,
like just the tiny details in the book, but so evident in this scene, were just amazing. Big up, Kenya Wright.>>Kenrya: Yeah, she wrote the hell out this
book.>>Erica: Like, just the there are a bunch
of candles, and some of them were suspended in air, with the->>Kenrya: Right?>>Erica: … with a->>Kenrya: Like, this bitch’s imagination.>>Erica: … “Spell I stole from Walmart,
WitchMart.”>>Kenrya: Right.>>Erica: It was just like how do you think
of that? I thought that was so cool.>>Kenrya: I know. That’s why don’t write fiction. Like, these bitches got me beat. It’s beautiful.>>Erica: Yeah, mm-mm (negative). I mean, you know, back me in the corner, I
might be able to come up with an elaborate story, but it will be horrible. And then also, with him fucking around with
her book, and then she does the fire up his arm. Then, like he drops it, and it stops, and
he’s like watching his arm heal. Like->>Kenrya: Yeah.>>Erica: … dawg.>>Kenrya: You can see it all, right?>>Erica: Like, that was just so… Like, it just added to the warmth in the->>Kenrya: It puts you there.>>Erica: Yeah. It just really puts you there. And also, I say this constantly. My reading game has fell off, so it feels
good to be reading and exploring again, and getting excited about what these authors are
writing, so you know.>>Kenrya: Yay.>>Erica: Good pick. Good pick.>>Kenrya: Thanks, girl. I hope that our listeners get into it. It’s really a dope book, and the series is
good. I’m halfway through the second one now.>>Erica: Yeah, so how does this… Can you tell us more about how this->>Kenrya: I don’t want to tell you. I will say that MeShack is not her main love
interest in the book. It’s her homeboy. There’s somebody else who is of another type
of supe who she is spending time with. Yeah.>>Erica: Oh, you suck. Well, all right.>>Kenrya: I mean, you got to leave something.>>Erica: Yeah. This whole scene left us just upset->>Kenrya: And that happens quite a bit in
the beginning of the book. Like, there’s all this really->>Erica: Because what does that->>Kenrya: … this anticipation->>Erica: … what is that, God saying, “Look,
bitch. This ain’t who you’re supposed-“>>Kenrya: Yes, but it happens… I mean, it happens with the guy who she ends
up with as well, but it just builds this anticipation, which is really dope, so then when they finally
do, for real kind of->>Erica: Do the deed.>>Kenrya: Yeah, it’s like, ooh, okay.>>Erica: Ooh, girl, finally, thank you.>>Kenrya: Yeah. Glad I waited. Yeah.>>Erica: Okay, so my baldheaded hoe ass loves
somebody rubbing my head.>>Kenrya: I love it too.>>Erica: You do?>>Kenrya: Oh my gosh. I do, and my partner knows it, and just randomly
does it. Like, yeah.>>Erica: Yeah, you want to have me somewhere,
just start rubbing my head.>>Kenrya: Yeah. It’s the best. It’s bad when I’m sleepy, which just feels
like it’s always lately, because I will just go to sleep.>>Erica: Well, hey, you know, he know what
he’s getting into. He knows what he’s getting into. Okay, so, last question. Like I said, I love the detail and the little
WitchMart hex, and the fire, and the playful friendship that is so apparent between the
two of them.>>Kenrya: Yeah, which is like… Isn’t it… For me, like that’s when sex is always it’s
best, when it can be playful alongside the sexy and all of… Like, when it’s fun.>>Erica: Yeah, because I am… Like, I am personally a very sexual person,
but I am also goofy as fuck->>Kenrya: A fun person, yeah.>>Erica: You know? So I need to be able to feel like… If I have to be sexy time Erica all the time,
you’re not going to get a full complement->>Kenrya: That’s exhausting, and you won’t
get… Yeah.>>Erica: … of me, because I’m constantly
with this façade. Now, if I get to authentically be a dork like
I am, then you going to get all the… I’m whipping my hair. You going to get all the Erica. So is there something in this particular,
I’ll say book, but scene that tickles you the most, that delights you the most?>>Kenrya: I really do think it’s what you
started with. It’s that built-in intimacy that is there
with them. I just think it’s such a great place to start,
and as you’re reading the book, like you haven’t seen them interact in that way until that
scene, and it gives so much background as to who they are and why they talk to each
other the way that they do, and sets the scene for what’s comes next. So yeah, it was the ease of it, and to me,
like, not just sex, but intimate relationships are their best when you can fully be your
whole self, like you were saying, in it, and that really resonated with me. Yeah.>>Erica: Okay.>>Kenrya: What about you?>>Erica: This made me think of something else.>>Kenrya: What?>>Erica: I had a situation that reminds me
of this, where there was this guy, and he showed interest, and I was, “Okay, let’s see
what happens.” We kind of had a quick make-out session, but
it kind of… You know, we had a quick make-out session,
didn’t go anywhere, and then I kind of got my wits about me and was like, “Nah, this
ain’t even what I’m trying to do.” So I guess you could say we’re friends, not
really, just kind of we see each other out and about, and now it is always so fucking
weird. Like, I saw this motherfucker->>Kenrya: Oh, really?>>Erica: … the other day, and he was like,
“I miss my buddy.” And I was like, “Nigga, we was never friends.”>>Kenrya: [crosstalk 00:43:42] buddies.>>Erica: “Like, what the fuck? You just…” You know what I mean? So I could only think about how weird things
are with MeShack and Lanore after this constant, like->>Kenrya: It’s not weird.>>Erica: No, what I’m saying, have you had… I introduced all that to say have you had
a situation where it’s like, “Yeah, you might have fingered me for like two seconds, but
then I was like nah, this ain’t it.”>>Kenrya: Yeah, I got somebody who was like
that, where we kind of got into it. We never had penetrative sex. It was just kind of some fooling around, and
it didn’t go anywhere, and I was in a super not great place, and I remember part of me
wanted it to go somewhere, but then a part of me was like, “This-“>>Erica: This ain’t->>Kenrya: … “ain’t it-” Yeah. So it never went anywhere, thankfully. But even now, it’s still… Luckily, I don’t ever really see him. He pops up from time to time on fucking Facebook,
because that’s where niggas like to pop up.>>Erica: That fucking poke feature. Does Facebook still do the poke?>>Kenrya: It does, because somebody from high
school poked me, and I didn’t know who the fuck that was. Turns out it was somebody who was legit my
boyfriend.>>Erica: And that is, like->>Kenrya: I forgot he existed.>>Erica: The poke feature is like so->>Kenrya: So fucking->>Erica: … creepy.>>Kenrya: … passive-aggressive and noncommittal. Like, nigga, say it with your chest. If you got something to say, say it.>>Erica: Say it with your chest.>>Kenrya: Don’t fucking poke me.>>Erica: Yeah, I don’t do pokes. I don’t do… You know what? Pokes are… The Facebook poke is the equivalent of a nigga
jumping in bed and putting his dick against your booty.>>Kenrya: I was going to say sending his homeboy
to come holler at you in the club, but that’s it.>>Erica: Well, yeah, so Facebook poke is level
one, sending a nigga in a club, his homeboy in a club is level two, and then like->>Kenrya: Putting his dick on you butt.>>Erica: Nigga just putting his dick on your
butt is level three, and it’s just like->>Kenrya: Yeah.>>Erica: This whole suggesting ain’t where
we trying to go.>>Kenrya: It ain’t it. I like some assertiveness.>>Erica: Honey, if you want it, you going
to have to tell me you want it.>>Kenrya: Yeah.>>Erica: (singing)>>Kenrya: Not on this boulevard.>>Erica: Not on this motherfucking boulevard.>>Kenrya: Mm-mm (negative).>>Erica: Okay, well, with that, that was Fire
Baptized, by Kenya Wright.>>Kenrya: Yeah, it was dope.>>Erica: These are your homegirls, Erica and
Kenrya.>>Kenrya: Two hoes.>>Erica + Kenrya: Making it clap. [theme music]>>Kenrya: This episode was produced by us,
Kenrya and Erica, and edited by B’Lystic. The theme song is from Brazy We want to hear
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