Hypocrites Always Want to Play Innocent XXXII

Castigating gays as immoral with one hand, embracing his inner pedophile with the other; the good Reverend Grant Storms.

It always starts with some elaborate excuse.

"You see officer, I wasn't masturbating in the park while watching children.  What had happened was that I had to go to the bathroom.  So I was urinating into a bottle instead of using the public restroom because peeing in a bottle is way more convenient.  That's my story and I'm sticking to it (like my pant leg is now sticking to my thigh)."

Always copping pleas.  Always with the "not me's." Always pointing fingers when they're the ones with the social disease.

For the record: Homosexuality is not immoral or illegal, but pedophilia is.

More on how this hypocritical, homophobic, pedophile, Jesus freak reverend got busted from The Advocate:

Rev. Grant Storms, 53, was arrested at Lafreniere Park in Metairie, La., a suburb outside of New Orleans, according to the Times-Picayune.  He told police he was having lunch in a van with his friend, but needed to urinate, so he used a bottle instead of a bathroom.

Two women in the park saw Storms reportedly masturbating in his van, while watching children, and notified a parks employee who proceeded to call police.

Storms was released from the Jefferson Parish Correctional Center due to jail overcrowding.

Storms has orchestrated counter-events for Southern Decadence in the past, and in 2004, filed a lawsuit against gay rights group Action Wisconsin for defamation, but the suit was thrown out of court. He has also been an advocate for cleaning up the French Quarter, and has gone as far as filming sexual acts that took place during Southern Decadence, and screening his videos to lawmakers as a way to coerce them to stop allowing the annual festival from taking place.

Personal Jesus

A radical rendering of Jesus

If Christianity actually embraced this rendering of Jesus the Christ (and let go of its miserable misogyny, racism and homophobia), I would probably consider Christianity as a spiritual option. Until then....

From CNN:

One of his first fan letters came from someone who declared:

"If Hell were not already created, it should be invented just for you."

Other critics have called him "demonic," "blasphemous" and a "schmuck."

When John Dominic Crossan was a teenager in Ireland, he dreamed of becoming a missionary priest. But the message he's spreading about Jesus today isn't the kind that would endear him to many church leaders.

Crossan says Jesus was an exploited "peasant with an attitude" who didn't perform many miracles, physically rise from the dead or die as punishment for humanity's sins.

Jesus was extraordinary because of how he lived, not died, says Crossan, one of the world's top scholars on the "historical Jesus," a field in which academics use historical evidence to reconstruct Jesus in his first-century setting.

"I cannot imagine a more miraculous life than nonviolent resistance to violence," Crossan says. "I cannot imagine a bigger miracle than a man standing in front of a tank in Tiananmen Square."

In another time, Crossan's views would have been confined to scholarly journals. But he and his best-selling books, including the recent "Jesus: A Revolutionary Biography," have changed how biblical scholars operate.

Crossan believes the public should be exposed to even the most divisive debates that scholars have had about Jesus and the Bible. He co-founded the Jesus Seminar, a controversial group of scholars who hold public forums that cast doubt on the authenticity of many sayings and deeds attributed to Jesus.

The 77-year-old Crossan has built on the seminar's mission by writing a series of best-selling books on Jesus and the Apostle Paul. With his silver Prince Valiant haircut and his pronounced Irish accent, he's also appeared on documentaries such as PBS's "From Jesus to Christ: The First Christians" and A&E's "Mysteries of the Bible."

Crossan's overarching message is that you don't have to accept the Jesus of dogma. There's another Jesus hidden in Scripture and history who has been ignored.

"He's changed the way we look and think about Jesus," says Byron McCane, an archaeologist and professor of religion at Wofford College in South Carolina. "He's important in a way that few scholars are."

Crossan is also reviled in a way that few scholars are.

Some critics say he's trying to debunk Christianity. Some question his personal faith. At a college lecture, Crossan says an audience member stood up and asked him if he had "received the Lord Jesus" as his savior.

Crossan said he had, but refused to repeat his questioner's evangelical language to describe his conversion.

"I wasn't going to give him the language; it's not my language," Crossan says. "I wasn't trying to denigrate him, but don't think you have the monopoly on the language of Christianity."

When asked if he is a Christian, Crossan doesn't hesitate.


Read more.

And for more radical spirituality:

Sell A Bit

This is what a good friend of mine, Adam, said to me in response to my phone being cut off:

“You’re 5’4” , thick as fuck, stacked in all the right places, you know how to throw it back, you know how to slang dick real well (we fucked a few times). So um…. WHY THE FUCK IS YO PHONE OFF???  All them bedroom skills you have, you can raise 80 bucks in one blowjob…”

Let me explain: Adam is a self-proclaimed ManWhore. No, really; he’s proud of how he throws himself, from dick to dick, because, in his words: “My pussy gets me out of paying bills, and into bill paying beds…” Whatever.


I’m not some self-righteous kind of “my body is my temple” kind of guy. Hell, I have fantasies where I’m doing like, GloryHole-Slave work, for pete’s sake! (Remind me to share that one…) Not to say that it’s anything wrong with having a Price Tag—I know it’s hard out here—But don’t think it’s the only way to earn money—and please don’t be CONTENT with selling yo ass! Like really, who does that?

But what I am NOT—is a user. I have my share of one-nighters, but those are mutual arrangements. We both know what we’re getting ourselves into. There are no strings attached. No receipt trails; just hard dicks and empty Trojan wrappers.

Don’t get me wrong, if I could suck dick AND get my phone cut on, it’s a win-win! But I'm not going to suck dick for the sole purpose of getting my bills paid. 

I’m much more comfortable getting my BLACK ASS UP, going to work, and waiting for that check every 2 weeks…

…1993 just called, they want their Sugar Daddy Syndrome back…


(Sidenote: I just go in from the movies, I went with friends to go see that damn Black Swan and let me just say, this bitch Natalie Portman masturbating on the big screen almost made me throw up my Popcorn and JuJuBeans. Save your 8 dollars... )

(enjoy the pics!)

Somebody's Done Time.

Waiting for the OK

Wrapped Up

Fitted Pulled Low


Truth tellers.

My new favorite website, Shadow And Act.

Half Life

Don't Believe the Hype: Attempting to re-frame a woman's right to choose as genocide against blacks is one of the ways in which anti-abortionists try to persuade.

Anti-abortion advocates kill me (and not because I am a doctor who performs abortions).

They yell and scream and pray and shout and speak in tongues to protect fetuses, but once they are born and are actually living, breathing children, they no longer give a fuck.

Let's have a look at the evidence provided by The New York Times' Charles M. Blow:

Republicans need to figure out where they stand on children’s welfare. They can’t be “pro-life” when the “child” is in the womb but indifferent when it’s in the world. Allow me to illustrate just how schizophrenic their position has become through the prism of premature babies.

The bad news is that, according to the March of Dimes, the Republican budget passed in the House this month could do great damage to this progress. The budget proposes:

• $50 million in cuts to the Maternal and Child Health Block Grant that “supports state-based prenatal care programs and services for children with special needs.”

• $1 billion in cuts to programs at the National Institutes of Health that support “lifesaving biomedical research aimed at finding the causes and developing strategies for preventing preterm birth.”

• Nearly $1 billion in cuts to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention for its preventive health programs, including to its preterm birth studies.

This is the same budget in which House Republicans voted to strip all federal financing for Planned Parenthood.

It is savagely immoral and profoundly inconsistent to insist that women endure unwanted — and in some cases dangerous — pregnancies for the sake of “unborn children,” then eliminate financing designed to prevent those children from being delivered prematurely, rendering them the most fragile and vulnerable of newborns. How is this humane?

It's not.

But in the world of cognitive dissonance, it is very possible to both love fetuses and be indifferent or hostile to the welfare of actual children while simultaneously claiming moral authority. It is utter bullshit, but they do it every day of the week and are unbothered by the contradiction. 

They are NOT pro-life; they are anti-abortion, which is, at root, about defining patriarchal power vis-à-vis absolute control over a woman's body.

Don't believe the hype.

Read more.

Master Teacher II

James Baldwin by Kevin McGoff

I had a great time at the James Baldwin's Global Imagination symposium held at New York University on February 19, 2011.  I met so many great people and had the privilege of listening to so many great minds discuss and debate the late, great James Baldwin, whose work and spirit inspires this very blog.  It is amazing that even how even among scholars, even in 2011, Baldwin's sexuality is still a tremendous source of contention.

On the heels of that event comes this news:

A collection of photographs of James Baldwin, one of the leading literary figures of the 20th Century, has been acquired by the National Museum of African American History and Culture.

The Baldwin photographs were taken by Sedat Pakay, who met Baldwin during the 1960s in Turkey. Pakay, a photojournalist and documentary filmmaker, remained friends with the author and also made a film about Baldwin.

A treasure found!

Shout out to @BrokePimpStyles on Twitter for the heads up.


[NSFW] Caught Out There

Don't ask, don't tell. Rapper Yung Berg.
I hate you so much right now. - Kelis

Yung Berg does not like dark butts, but had no problem showing someone pretending to be a light butt all of his business and sent out some freaky photos of himself.  Little did he know that it was a set-up and the imaginary model he thought he was exchanging sexy pictures with leaked his photo to the Internet for everyone to see.

The force is not strong in this Yung Berg.  The Color Complex must have that kind of effect on people.

The Fox and the Grapes

"I can't see you peons through my Armani shades." A black gay Tea Party member; photo courtesy of Rod McCullom.

The exception is not always exceptional.

Meet a man who gives the phrase "all about the Benjamins" new meaning. Rod 2.0 is reporting on what must be a first: a black, gay Tea Party member.

At first glance, it may seem strange that a black, openly gay man would actively participate in organizations that subscribe to coded and not-so-coded homophobic and racist notions like those embraced publicly and privately by the Republican Party and the Tea Party (also strange are the racist things the union supporters in the video say to him: How quickly whites of all stripes resort to racist rhetoric when they encounter a Negro who does not align himself with their personal agenda). But if you think about it in the context of the American economic ideal (as articulated in the Declaration of Independence as “the pursuit of happiness”), his motives become a little clearer.

His allegiance to organizations that ostensibly wish he did not exist can be explained by a common interest in economic wealth and all of its accompanying myths. I can only assume he has been seduced into believing that his affluence provides a buffer against any issues relating to his race and sexuality; that is to say, in his circles, his class status renders his blackness and gayness irrelevant. 

For his sake, I hope that is true (and that he does not, in fact, wish to be married to a man and that his status is known to every police officer in the country). History has shown us that the elite are not always kind to interlopers, regardless of their credentials. And the revelation may come slowly, but it always comes. And often, brutally.

One thing is for certain: Acting as the exception, this man gives the Tea Party and the Republican Party what they need to defend their positions. Because, as you know, they regard sociopolitical situations in the same way they do math problems: Any exception breaks the rule. All it takes is one black or gay person in their ranks to deny their racism and homophobia, no matter how flawed the set-up.

If you still do not understand why this man is a participant, you never will. At least, not until you are so consumed by economic pursuits that no other right matters to you; not until you believe whatever wealth you gather will afford you the luxury of ignoring all other slights; not until you convince yourself that brown and pink are burdensome and green is the color of uplift.

And more power to you.

Read the full story at Rod 2.0.


Got Me Some Ass! ;)

I went to this GLBT Icebreaker on campus being thrown by some FINE ASS Q-Dogz! The gays were all in attendance: ripe for the picking! A few guys kept trying to grab my hand or whatever, but I didn’t feel like dancing.
I just grabbed me a red cup and walked over to the CupLuck (this huge tub full of blue Hawaiian Punch and Vodka ) and started drinking; trying to loosen myself up, you know? I’ve had one HELLUVA week… So I’m drinking, and clowning around with a friend of mine. He’s a total flamer, but we get along really well. Remind me to tell you about him in another post…
When out the blue, someone comes up from behind me and grabs my hand. I look back and it’s this Fine ass lil redbone dude. We knew (of) eachother from around town at different poetry events and organizations up on campus, but never ever really said anything to each other. I always thought he was a lil cutie and I know he felt the same because I got that “vibe” from him. When we saw that each other was there at the GLBT party, we knew what was up… So, I downed the rest of my drink while he pulled me out onto the floor… 
I held him by the waist while he kept grinding on me; damn, he was doing it so well, my dick was hard as fuck and I know he could feel it! Needless to say, we both got drunk as hell, and (to make a long story short) we ended up in his dorm room.
We stumbled in and before I could close the door behind us, he already had my boxers down on my ankles! He slobbed me up like I couldn’t believe; I looked down and this negro was giving me some really good and sloppy head, just the way I like it. He was making all these slurping sounds and moaning and it was doing something to my already drunken state of mind.
He’s much smaller than me so I easily picked him up and we started making out against the wall while I was holding him. Mind you, we were both drunk, so I kinda lost my balance and fell on the bed, lol!
I turned him over; I just HAD to taste him. “Is it up high enough, daddy?” hell yeah, I pushed him down by the small of his back, so his ass was perched right up in my face. Damn, he had such a pretty fucking hole, I’m getting hard just thinking about it. He was already light skinned, but his hole was all cute and pink, and he knew how to make it pop! Damn. Damn. Damn.
I had enough; it was time for me to hit it. He already had the condom open, and easily slid it on me. I ate him right, so there was no need for lube. I went into him from behind, and he kept throwing it back on me; he knew how to work a dick! Then he got up and laid me down on my back and started riding me, hard. He kept bouncing and I thought my toes were gonna pop! I had to tell him to stop, and I moved over to the chair in front of his desk, where he mounted back on me and rode my dick like the Kentucky Derby!
I knew he was about to cum because he kept biting his bottom lip. I kept a good grip on his dick the whole time so I knew he was chock-full of precum. I kept jacking him until he popped all over my belly. FUCK!! I love it when a dude rides me until he cums like that!
I wasn’t done yet so he kept riding me, sucking his cum off of my fingers. Where the HELL has this guy been my entire life???
I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to pull out and bust in his mouth, but he had other plans. I finally busted this huge ass nut inside of the condom. He gladly slid it off of me and tied it into a knot. His freaky ass told me he wanted to save it!
Now that I’m sober, it’s doesn’t seem as hot as it was, but damn, he was one hell of a Dick Pleaser.
We went to McDonalds in my car and filled up on food, then went back to his place for round 2… and 3.
We exchanged numbers. As I was walking back to my car, my knees were weak as hell!
He texted me and was like “Damn daddy, I’ma need some mo of dat real soon. Keep it on the low”
Trust, my lips are sealed. No problem ;)



Writer, mentor, genius, friend Dwayne McDuffie

When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars. And he will make the face of heav'n so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.

- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

It is with deep sadness, shock, and regret that I inform you that comic book writer Dwayne McDuffie has passed away.

McDuffie, for those of you who might not know, was a giant in the comic book and animated film industries, best known for his complex portrayals of minority and female characters. He fought hard and long against stereotypical depictions of comic book heroes and villains who also happened to be women or people of color, much to the chagrin of some creators and fans. 

His work included the groundbreaking DC imprint, Milestone Media, which featured characters like Static (who even had his own animated series); writing Justice League of America; and scripting several of the successful DC animated series as well as the hit series Ben 10).

I had the pleasure of speaking with him on several occasions and, in fact, spoke to him just a few days ago.  I can say for certain that there has never been anyone like him and I fear for an industry devoid of his presence and influence. He was an inspiration to everyone--especially if you were a nappy-headed black boy who dreamed to one day write comic books and became a nappy-headed black man who fancies himself a writer. He was at once brilliant, perceptive, honest, and witty.  I cannot convey to you the personal devastation his passing has wrought.  He was the king.

And he will be greatly missed.

Rest in peace, friend.

When Two Become One

What an apparently novel idea.

There's actually a corporation out there that acknowlegdes that two black men can be in a romantic, loving, intimate, nurturing and committed relationship with one another? 

Way to go Wells Fargo!

Glock on Cock

Caption This

Bishop Eddie Long (right) and one of his "spiritual sons."

I'll go first:

Wait 'til you see my dick.

(Courtesy of the Yin Yang Twins' "Whisper Song")

Pink Cookies in a Plastic Bag Getting Crushed by Buildings.

(Courtesy of LL Cool J)

Your turn....

Sonny's Blues II

Crooner Raphael Saadiq
I want to go back....

Have you heard Raphael Saadiq's new song, "Good Man"? It's the second single from his upcoming album Stone Rollin', which will be released on March 22, 2011.

The song recalls the best of Curtis Mayfield and the video, starring Chad Coleman from The Wire, is quite entertaining.  Take a look:

"Good Man" is available for purchase on Amazon and iTunes.