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Disclaimer: The following story is an actual event, as all of the vignettes in the 'Clubdate Singer Speaks' series are. For 8 years, I was a member of one of the top Orchestras in the nation. Though it was an enjoyable time, it was also at times, quite painful. I took to writing initially to assuage my distress, and this is one of those times when the pen (or keyboard) proved to be a healing tool. I have considered publishing this series, and would appreciate your thoughts...   “Mandingo” - 2002 I’m sure that’s what’s on her mind as she watches me. Or perhaps Jungle fever… I listen to the words that I sing, somehow detached…  “I feel a change, something moves, I scream your name, look what you got me doing…  Darling I, can’t get enough of your love babe…” Damn that Barry White! As I sing about his orgasm, my harem grows...  There are four of them now, standing in a half circle in front of me, swaying to the rhythm, leering at me. M...

Disclaimer: The following story is an actual event, as all of the vignettes in the 'Clubdate Singer Speaks' series are. For 8 years, I was a member of one of the top Orchestras in the nation. Though it was an enjoyable time, it was also at times, quite painful. I took to writing initially to assuage my distress, and this is one of those times when the pen (or keyboard) proved to be a healing tool. I have considered publishing this series, and would appreciate your thoughts... “Rosa Parks” - Summer 2003 The first time that I was told to use the back door to get into a Clubdate, I was devastated. I kept trying to convince myself that it had nothing to do with my color, and it probably didn’t. BUT, it still made my stomach knot up. Come to think of it, it’s not a color thing, more a class thing. I know because I had to enter A Major Black Hollywood Star (MBHS)’s house through the side door too.(see Chapter 17 for that story) The reality is this, on a Clu...

As He hung on the cross, Yahshuah began to sing a song that all of the Jews in attendance knew well… Scripture records that he cried out "Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabachthani… " It is the opening line of Psalm 22. It is a song that years before, He (via the Holy Spirit) had prompted David to write. A prophetic song, in that the things that David describes, would, hundreds of years later, come to pass. He had David write down what would happen to him, to the letter. It is chilling... Pay special attention to verses 1,3,6-8, 11-18, 25-31… Read it and weep (literally) Glory to God… 1 My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from my deliverance and from my words of groaning? 2 My God, I cry by day, but You do not answer, by night, yet I have no rest. 3 But You are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel. 4 Our fathers trusted in You; they trusted, and You rescued them. 5 They cried to You and were set free; they trusted in You and were not disgraced...

I thought I'd share some sermon outlines every so often. Here is the first one... VESSELS… 05/25/07 1 John 3:1-3 1 Behold what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called children of God; and such we are. For this cause the world knoweth us not, because it knew him not. 2 Beloved, now are we children of God, and it is not yet made manifest what we shall be. We know that, if he shall be manifested, we shall be like him; for we shall see him even as he is. 3 And every one that hath this hope set on him purifieth himself, even as he is pure. Matthew 28:19 -20 19 Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: 20 Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen. 2 Corinthians 4:1-7 Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not; 2 But hav...

Today I met my phobia, Today I saw my fears, For today I saw a brother, With an afro in his ears… At first it prompted wonder But then it caused me tears ‘cause I NEVER want to be a man With an afro in his ears… Not grey and sparce like the others This hair grew black and strong, Not thinning like the top of his head This hair was thick and long… It stood out proudly as he walked A sight for all to see, But while it clearly lifted him It nearly paralyzed me. For I desire not ‘nary a one From my own ears to sprout And as soon as I catch sight of one I’m quick to pull it out Not so this brother, not this man His happiness is clear To have it bushy, black and long That afro in his ears… © CT Jermin 2012

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