Steffans Karrine - How To Make Love To A Martian

How To Make Love To A Martian

Karrine Steffans

California - New York

Copyright 2013 by Steffans Publishing. All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the US Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

Steffans Publishing

8391 Beverly Blvd.

Los Angeles, CA 90048

www.karrineandco.com

Printed in the United States of America

Originally published as electronic book by Steffans Publishing

Book design, photography, and composition by Jamal Bayette

ISBN-10: 0615768903

ISBN13: 978-0-615-76890-8

Dedication

For all the lovers who choose to love

in ways others dont understand and prefer it that way.

This book is for you.

Acknowledgments

Thank you to my previous publishers and editors for granting me a wealth of knowledge, letting me into this thing of ours, of which so many clamor to be a part, and for allowing me a successful career doing what I love.

Thank you, Sarah Wissel, for being a reliable, trustworthy, and efficient editor. Your youth does not precede your knowledge and I am honored to be able to add to your experience. I am looking forward to more.

Thank you to my readers, old and new. If it werent for you, Id be sending my words into the ether and they would only return a void. I appreciate your support, your interest, and your participation.

Right Above It

Foreword by Datwon Thomas

Love is not real. Bullshit trap . Those were the words I read, scrawled in blue ink over a Carnival cruise ship ad, affixed to the wall of my commuter train. The picture was of a middle-aged couple in a pool, locked in an embrace and smiling. The scene was full of bliss between the lovebirds, but the quote written in chicken scratch (crudely interrupting the ad's premise) stung me for some reason. Not totally sure why, but the thought of the way love is used in marketing and promotional corporate structures did creep in.

Whos to say what love is and isn't?

Where does our emotion take us after we've fallen in love?

Why are certain types of love considered forbidden, if love is true and pure?

All of these questions popped into my head as I stared at the seemingly harmless advertisement. The question that hit the hardest though was, What the fuck is love?

Not that, look at my newborn baby love or the, my mom is the best kind of love. No. Im talking about that cant stop, wont stop thinking about giving it all up for you or to you type love. The kind that turns the emotion into a battlefield of scars, tears, laughs, joys, screams, hurt, lust, fun, quirkiness, drama, sex, deceit, loyalty and business. Among other things. Love and its sticky attachments suck, sometimes. It makes you wanna holla at yourself to wake up from its grip of happiness, in fear of the inevitable pain that must be on the flip side or its grasp of despair because there has to be more to it than the emptiness endured.

We know all too well the high that a love supreme gives us; this is why its twisted head comes draped in so many addictions. With its dependency, we fall into a place where the soul attaches itself to the definition of love it wants, even if its not good for us. Especially when its not good for us.

So, what the fuck is love if it can hurt so much to experience? Love is the spirit of caring to the maximum level of shared connection. In most cases of coupledom, (yeah I said it, coupledom) we mistake all the masks love hides behind in search of it in its rarest form. The fighting and fucking, kissing and hugging, the talking and tossing all winds up into what we live for in one another. Figuring it all out is a bitch, but one worth the time.

Now, making love to a Martian should be simple, then. Especially if you arent one. Karrine Steffans is an intergalactic journey woman, but shes no Martian. Just a Martian lover. Shes also a crazy so-and-so to boot, in her own right. Karrines wildest energy bursts of elation and evilness run a fine parallel line lines that wrap themselves around the people she has feelings for feelings that go beyond fleeting interest. She plays hard, hates hard, and loves hardest. The person, more than anyone else in this galaxy, who knows this first hand is Dwayne Lil Wayne Carter.

Lucky him.

Ive known Karrine for nearly 10 years now and we speak often. Usually, we cover the How are you feeling? banter, catching up on new projects and, then, the tide sometimes turns. The not-so-glamorous side of the game comes forth and the tales of life unfurl. The way she comes across can seem scheme-ish and scathingly fierce, but there is a tortured loving soul under the layers of brute courage that can be soothed by the one person this book is about.

Shes written about her trials and triumphs with one Lil TuneChi before. While I was Editor-in-Chief of the hip-hop publication XXL Magazine , she wrote a revealing feature titled Playing With Fire, in the October 2008 issue. The same issue of which Wayne was on the cover in a space suit, no less. In it, Karrine goes on to chronicle her tumultuous time with Wayne and how the dysfunctional, yet functional relationship operated.

If you've lived even a bit off the gridlocked map of what you thought was the perfect romantic life, then, you'll understand this story of a love supreme turning into a love surreal. What continues to play out in public, social media, and song after song is documented from Karrine's thoughts, feelings, and stages of experience dealing with all aspects of both of their shared pasts.

Family, friends, celebs, and the adoring (and hating) fans of both wild children are dragged into their seemingly endless magnetic pull of drama and dedication.

Yet, how long can a love-war wage on until the energy gives way and either absorbs and elevates or repels and banishes it forever?

Only the people involved and the cosmos knows.

Love is love.

Datwon Thomas

February 2013

A Milli

Prologue

Theres always that one that one man whos gotten the best of you. He may not be the best man, he may not even be worthy of your affections, but hes the one you love above all others. Hes the one you crave, the one you cant live without. He has a power over you that cant be explained, rationalized, or diminished, not even by his own hand.

Maybe youve had a love like this. Maybe you, too, have loved someone no matter how much it hurt you and those around you. Maybe you will understand my story. There is something to be said for power and influence and the holds both can have over a heart. They say there is a thin line between love and hate, but I find the lines to be thinner between needing and wanting, acceptance and denial, power and the abuse of it.

I believe that true love is loving someone the way they need to be loved and not the way you want to love them. I believe in accepting everything about a man and loving him, not regardless of who he is, but because of it. Love is not conditional; it is patient and kind. Love is not selfish; it does not possess. It is not for one but for all. I believe this to be true and it is this man, this one man, who has taught me these definitions, and, in turn, made every past love pale in comparison.

That being said, there would be no way to test the boundaries of this love if one or both of us didnt lean against them, throw our weight upon them, and stretch them to their limits. You see, the thing about power is that it is transposable. One of us may have it today, and, unwittingly, give it to the one closest to us, tomorrow. This is what this man has done for me over the past six years. While possessing a sort of snake charmers power over my heart, my mind, and facets of my life, he has empowered me and created a ripple of change of which he has never known ripples which affect me and everyone who dares to get close to me.