One thing that has always interest me is the theory, "You've got to pay to play!"

I know we live in a time where nothing comes for free, but is it truly necessary to sell yourself short for a couple of bucks.

I'm speaking today on women that feel compelled to only involve themselves in a relationship based on the financial status of a man. The women that deal only in relationships that are financially satisfying to her.

You know the ones:

"What can you do for me?" mentality.

"Can you pay my bills? Get my hair done? Nails done? New shoes and clothes? My kids need....! Were craving a bucket of chicken! If you put gas in my car then I'll come see you!"

That list could go on forever. To me that categorizes you as, forgive my harshness....but a HOE! Although today, the word HOE isn't very offensive to most women. Their response is most often: "My stuff don't come cheap! I'm not selling myself short! You gotta pay to play! My body is my temple, and I don't give it away to anyone!"

I say again.........hmmmmm........!

What's the proper cost or price tag to put on what God gave you? What's the right amount of money to accept for your time and affection? If you're not cheap, why do you give in for a hair style or a pair of fifty dollar shoes? If you're not selling yourself short, why have sex for your light bill or rent? If he's got to pay to play, why are you playing with him for anything less than a Lexus, Benz, hell....a custom made Lamborghini. (Wink!) If your body is in fact your temple, why sell it at all.

If you're going to play the role of a HOE, shouldn't you strive to be the very best in your field. Meaning, you shouldn't be driving a Honda, living in the hood paying rent, wearing flea market shoes, and clothes.

Don't get me wrong. I don't think there is anything wrong with flea markets, Dot's, Rave's and Payless. Hell, you buy what you can afford. It's how you wear it that sells it. Where my interest comes is when I hear women spitting this nonsense and you're getting the same thing I can go buy myself.

In other words, you're selling yourself for the same thing I've got simply by going to work everyday.

Now where is the success in that?

Call me crazy, but doesn't it make more sense, if in fact your body is your temple, that you share it with the man that is deservant of it. The man that fills every empty slot in your life's puzzle. Shouldn't he be the one you share your most prized possession with?

If it were only about the money, why do we act a fool when we find out he's tearing off Lisa around the block too? Hey! If he's paying you your going rate for a roll in the hay, why not pay Lisa too. It's that simple.

Every woman knows you can't shop at the same store everytime you get a dime. You want to find the sale, some variety, the best quality, color, shape and size.

You may as well place yourself on the racks at FEFE's Sex Emporium, where men can come in and browse the store, try you on, purchase you, only to return for an exchange or even a refund. You started in the display window looking all good and together. Men had to pay top dollar to take you home, but just like all fads, you quickly went out of style, or he got wise and discovered that Beth on the clearance rack can give him exactly the same for alot less money.

Where are you now? Oh....they still come by and check you out from time to time. Hell....some even take you in the back to try you out again. But the one that will get all the recognition and attention is the one he didn't have to pay a dime for. Uncle Tommy gave it to him for his birthday, or he found her one day while he was playing ball with his boys. Fits the same, looks the same, (sometimes better), performs the same, but doesn't require heavy maintenance to maintain it.

Who do you think will be around for the long haul?

If I lost you, let me break it down for you in Kelly terms.

The concept of playing the Hoe is not a well thought out concept. Of course you don't want a man you have to take care of, that doesn't bring anything to the table but a stiff one. But is it really necessary to ration out your love based on his involvement in your financial state. If you're putting a price on the only thing you have complete control over, why put it at so little a cost. I'd like to think that if I'm giving it away at all, I'm giving it to the man that deserves it, not pays for it. I'm giving it to the man that appreciates it, and will work hard to keep it, not finance it. He can go out an get any hooker to satisfy his immediate sexual needs. He can pay a gas bill, or put gas in her car and she'll perform all sorts of acts thinking that she achieved some sort of feat. But the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with is the one that he doesn't have to buy at all. The one that he can count on when times are good and bad. If he lost all his money tomorrow this sistah will still be by his side, helping him rise again. This is the woman that loves him, and wants him...just for who he is as a man.

We dog these men out for their behavior, but we are contributors to such behaviorisms. They only do what we allow them to do. There could be millions of GOOD Brotha's out here, but because our philosophy is so ignorant, they roll with the idiotic flow, and Good women get hurt in the process. You want your light bill paid.....PAY IT DA****! Get off your a** and handle your business as a woman. Then when that brother comes along to add to your pot of success....it only enhances what you've already achieved. He mixes his ingredients with your ingredients and the two of you make a prize winning cuisine.

That's just my opinion d*****!