Originally posted 9/11/05
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Originally posted 9/11/05
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Originally Posted 8/18/05
Last night I realized that its been about a week since i started this page and over 500 people have visited my page thus far. WOW! Thats BIG! I had no idea giving people a little glimse into my world would be so scary yet so overwhelmingly fulfilling. I'm honored and humbled so many people visit each day and send me messages (via email) thanking me and encouraging me to keep it up. I thought to myself "You need to tell the people who don't know u the abbreviated version of your story or a little bit about who you are" I hope by doing this, it will clear the space that has been stopping a few folks from getting my message. You know the space im referring to...the space run by that little voice thats been asking all kinds of questions like who the hell is he? how did he become so well rounded? is he gay, straight or bi? where did he get the balls to quit his job and start a business? is he doin the business full-time or working on the side? and the most popular question...Is he really about to get published? I'll do my best to answer most if not all of the questions but there are a couple i wont even touch because they dont make a significant enough difference in yours or my world. Consider this my one and only attempt at telling you who i am authentically without conditions. if you still have questions after this...well.....work through that and i promise u wont lose any sleep over it. (cuz i won't) i will share this much (b/c it won't be addressed below) throughout my life i have been sexually & physically abused, brutally beaten, robbed, homeless, betrayed, heartbroken, spent a few months in a mental institution, scammed, talked about and mistreated but guess what...IM STILL BREATHING AND STILL I RISE..NEVER TO GIVE UP AND NEVER TO GIVE IN...AGAINST ALL ODDS!!
My birth name is Bobby Brown Jr. (yes i've been tortured about that for as far back as i can remember. In elementary school is was New Edition, in high school it was My Perogative and in college it was "why are u a crackhead" or "why u mess up whitney like that so ive heard it all!) I'm 28 years old and im the second of 7 children (from the same momma and daddy). I was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois on the south side of the city. I've always been both well and out spoken. I was the child that when we got whippings would ask why and wouldnt shut up till i either got another whipping or persuaded by my siblings to shut the hell up. I've always been very active in school activities. (in other words an overachiever) In elementary school i always got the leads in plays and was very popular. I've always been a leader (or as my momma always says BOSSY) If I couldnt be the president of the council, i didnt want to be a part of it.
I was raised in a VERY STRICT religious (not jehovah witness, cogic, penticostal or santified) household which sheltered me from many of the things (tv, sex, etc) other young people experienced. To give you a taste of how strict it was we didnt have a television in my house until i was probaly 13. We were in church Sun, Tues and Friday with choir rehearsal on Sat. My sisters couldnt wear pants and we couldnt wear shorts in the summer time. our church had a piano and organ and we werent allowed to listen to worldly or gospel music. (i know u thinkin thats B-A-N-A-N-A-S) we didnt celebrate christmas but i have to say my dad always made up for it by buying us toys year round and reminding us to consider them as christmas gifts.
my family was very close and we did everything together. my mom didnt work so she was the pta mom and the all up in all of her kids business type of mom. we had family dinner and family devotion EVERY night. we weren't upper middle class by any means but we had exactly what we needed to get by. my mom was a thrift store and hand-me-down fanatic which got on my damn nerve. especially when she would dress my brother (whos dark skinned) and i alike...(like anybody in there right minds would think we were twins)...anyway i digress...so i decided to go to a performing arts/college prep school on the north side of the city against my parents wishes. in there words "aint nothing on the north side but gay people and white folks u dont have no business there" being the stubborn ass that i was, i somehow got an application to the school i wanted to go to, forged there signature, secured an audition appointment, went to the audition and showed my ass and got in to the highly competitive Lincoln Park High School. because i didnt apply to any other schools, when the acceptance letter came, my mom hesistantly agreed to let me go b/c my first cousin (who also got accepted) would be attending.
HIGH SCHOOL
Most of my high school experience is a blur for me for a couple of reasons. First I ended up leaving home at the end of my sophmore year so the last 2 years of hs were spent as a grown ass teenager with a condo and responsiblities. (why i left home is not up for discussion just know that everything happens for a reason and i have been on my own since i left and i have a wonderful relationship with both of my parents) The other reason it's a blur is because I realize that the person i was back then is definitely not the person i am today. i was soooo angry back then and i lashed out at anybody in my presence yet i still managed to be one of the most popular people at my school. my name had a lot to do with that especially since i decided to run against a jr and 2 seniors my freshmen year for the highest ranking elected position at our school. i think back and wonder what the hell was i thinkin running for the most powerful position a student could hold at that young age. the crazy part about it is that i won. yep i became the first black local school council student rep at lincoln park high school. i stayed in that position until my senior year. dont ask me how i managed that at 15 cuz i couldnt tell u.
After High School
Desperate to move out of Chicago yet not ready to go to school i moved to Milwaukee, WI (eww i know milwaukee) i got my first real job as a Receptionist in the HR Consulting division of a Fortune 500 accounting firm. (i dont list the names of my former employers b/c ive written a book about my experience in HR and i have to protect my ass and assets :) Anyway i was immediatly intrigued by HR and knew very early on that would be the area my career would be focused on. i left the accounting firm and went away to a HSBU because i felt like i missed out on the "black" experience by attending a predomintley white (trust fund baby) school. The 1 year i spent at shaw university in north carolina was an interesting and very challenging learning experience. so i left shaw and moved to Houston, TX to attend the University of Houston. while at shaw, i secured a 6 month internship with Walt Disney World in Orlando so shortly after i moved to houston, i left for florida for what has become one of the BEST experiences of my life. it was my version of the mtv show "the real world" with all the drama but no cameras. i'll never forget that experience.
After the internship, i went back to houston for a while and decided to move back to chicago. while in chicago, i worked in some pretty high profile jobs for a few big name companies. i also attended depaul university and pledged in a fraternity while working a full time job as a hr manager. (heavy shit! what can i say im addicted to being busy) it has always been my dream to live in NYC. not for any reason in particular i just wanted to experience it but i wanted to make sure i was finished with school before i did it. shortly after graduation, i decided to follow my dream and move to new york.
i thought i was ready for new york since im from chicago but i quickly realized that nyc is a beast and only the strong survive. dont get me wrong it was everything i imagined it to be. i met some wonderful people and had some bomb ass sex while i was there but the easiest way to explain my view of nyc is to say that it is WORK! everything is work..finding a job, riding the subway, shopping, finding an apartment and lets not talk about the taxes...they have city, state and federal taxes..so basically u work to pay taxes...Overall i have to say that i dont regret my ny experience because by actually living there and experiencing the culture, i achieved the goal i set for myself.
NOW
in december of last year, i decided that i wasnt going to work for another company. i was sick of wasting my talents on these corporations and not getting valued for my hard work. after i made that declaration, Brown Knows LLC showed up and ive been on that path ever sense. i resigned from my good government job in january to pursue launching my company full-time and it was the single BEST decision i ever made. i'm happier now than ive ever been and i'm loving this new journey (bumps and all). i know that im building something that is destined for success because at the core of my drive and intention is a sincere desire to help people. failure is not an option for me so im doing whatever it takes to make this work!
FINALLY
i hate labels and being defined by them. if you really want to irritate me, try describing somebody to me with a label in front of your description..(i.e. thats James u know the gay dude) sexuality plays such a small part in the big picture so unless u tryin to hav sex with me or if knowing my sexual preference will make a significant difference in your life dont ask me about mine. and do me a HUGE favor, if somebody asks you about me or u are trying to describe me simply say his name is bobby brown jr (not whitney's husband)!
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