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Season 5 Finale

Thanks for supporting and listening to the last 60 shows of this season! Stay tuned for the Season 6 Premiere, airing on September 17th 2008!


Witty Wednesday 08.20.08

Sorry It's late guys!!


Call Me So I Can Make It Juicy For You...

I was sitting here thinking...when's the last time I wrote a blog entry not related to anything serious, relevant, or explaining my mental health? Who knows...But one thing is for sure, niggaz get besides themselves and I am so glad I don't really buy into the hype of bullshit.

So reluctantly, I went. I replied to the dastardly text messages, and finally picked up the phone when he called.


"Sup - you sound sexy."
"Thanks, I get that a lot."
"Oh - like that?"
"You said it. I've heard it. And I know it - so it must be like that." (giggles)
"You're funny."
"I've been told that too." (more hysterics)
"Damn, you got a lot of mouth."
"Yes - and I know how to use it more ways than one."
"We'll see."
"Actions speak louder than words."
"Where are you?"
"Fig and Gage...(the hood mind you)"
"Oh shit, why didn't you tell me you were here."
"Actions speak louder than words. Stay ready so you won't have to get ready."

Reluctantly I went in. Didn't really want to, since I really don't like giving in to niggaz and being reduced to throat, dick and ass - I'd rather turn over and see the same man every day and have sex with that one man until I die. Too bad many of my other gay counterparts do think in terms of commitment and monogamy.

With all that has been going on in my personal life - the last episode of my aunt showing up to my door at 2 a.m. with her mother in tow would have sent me into a relapse of my former unstable nature, but I did what that man in the in patient center told me to do, not be so reactionary, a social trait egged on by my family that I thought that I could never shake.

My normal wasn't available - or better yet, I didn't try texting him, not only because I hate texting, but I want what I want, when I want it - so I'll just wait until he calls me, cause I don't do rejection. We usually hook up once every two weeks - around 10, my telepathy didn't work, it channeled my ex-husband who is trying to wreck havoc again with his teenage like charades, I can't and I won't. Plus my Granny doesn't like him.

So I pulled my dick out of my sweats as soon as I got in the door. I didn't have time to talk, I didn't really want to do it, it was done out of stress, boredom and the extreme hornyness that built up harder than the plaque on Amy Winehouse's teeth.

"Damn this shit is juicy." He said while his mediocre head skills went to work. I was instantaneously irritated, the last time I got my dick sucked it was novice...but this!!!?? I had more fun with the novice at least he was trainable. There is nothing worse than a man who has been conditioned to give horrible dome!!! Why hasn't anyone said anything to him about this! He has potential!!! But I wasn't getting paid to instruct tonight. I had sit ups to do...when I got home

I didn't respond. This was no love making session, I didn't get involved at all - I had already made up in my mind, that this was a first and a last...

He wasn't doing it for me. I maneuvered around - and showed him how dick was supposed to be sucked. I heard all the familiarities. The familiarities that the few others before him had yelled out while experiencing the warmth of my mouth...

I didn't go any further. I pulled out and although I was tempted to bang the fuck out of his ass...which was edible to the core, I decided to save that for my ex-husband...we need to have sex just to get it out of the way we can't be friends with us experiencing the explosive nature of our sexual seductive episodes. We actually talked about filming it...

I got back in Andre and talked the whole way home to Saint on my OnStar Phone...slightly taking joy in my sexual release, but enjoying the conversation with that guy I used to know only 7 years ago.

I pulled into my driveway and got a text...I was like damn, does this nigga want to be added to the roster. Instead he said...

"That shit was bomb...but I ain't trying to do it again, no Disrespect."

I replied: Coo.

"Okay, so delete my number."

I replied: Really? LOL. Don't ever give yourself that much credit. I never saved the number to begin with and besides, did you really think you did something so great for me to call you again? Honestly that was a waste of time and premium gas. Thank you for opening the door for honesty. You restore my faith that people still do care...

Where do niggaz get the nerve? No disrespect...




Inspired By & Contains segments written by: A. Diamond Star
Contributions by: Trent Jackson

If there is someone who can’t handle me and the wonderfully brilliant, exquisite, strong, brave, fearless, loving, caring, stern, joyful, happy, blissful, phenomenal, amazing person that I am, too bad for them!

I accept myself as a forever evolving entity. I am aware of my faults, I learn from my mistakes and I make the conscious action to correct my errors, acknowledge and apologize to the people that may have been impacted knowingly and unknowingly in a negative way. I accept responsibility in all facets of my life. I operate out of security and I am walking in the path destined for greatness.

I refuse to interact with people who are opposed to action and comfortable with words. I will not interact with those who are overwhelmed by the quality of my personality and character. I refuse to interact with people who do not appreciate life, art, ambition and phenomenal, astounding, earth shattering, uplifting, enlightening conversation.

If there are lost people, I refuse to be caught up in their downward spiral. I will not allow myself to be poisoned by the words, actions, thoughts, ideas or the suggestions of others. I am in control of my life, my spirit, my mind and my body. Self-preservation is key – an elitist attitude is not.

I am on a mission to validate myself in the name of self-love, self-worth, self-acceptance, self-renewal and high self-esteem! I am walking on the road and living the vision GOD has created especially for me.

This is the beginning of a new era.
I am actively ending enabling others lack of responsibility.

I am ready for the new moon.


Friday Finale 08.15.08


Tomorrow On In The Mix With Trent: Lalah Hathaway

Join me this Friday August 8th as I interview


Lalah Hathaway

10:30 a.m. Pacific Standard Time
1:30 P.M. Eastern Time

Call in line: (347) 324-5713


Once in a while we experience a musician whose talent is unparalleled with anyone that we've ever seen or heard before. But only once in a lifetime will we get a musician who has the innate ability to tap into your soul on such a simplistic level that you can't help but be touched and positively affected by their artistry, their story and the calming soothe they possess. Her voice is mellow, smooth, pristinely rich, warm, welcoming and possesses a depth that is unknown to most human ears. She is Lalah Hathaway.

It was 1990 when Lalah made her debut with her self titled CD in which I immediately became a fan. The heavy drums and the mellow depth of her voice on “Baby Don't Cry,” sucked me in and left me wanting more.

Most people know her simply as Donny Hathaway's daughter, but there is more to it than that. Her latest musical contribution, her 4th solo CD, “Self Portrait” which is also her debut on Stax Records, Lalah takes an introspective look at self, while healing people in the process, steps out of her fathers legacy (not that she has been in the shadow, people just like to place you there because of the name) and solidifies her place in music history.

"This album is like a movie of my life over the last couple of years," she says. “The portrait I see of myself is of a very confident, smart woman who is extremely funny, independently wealthy and well-traveled – all things that I am to a small degree." "Every day, I realize that I’m walking toward the woman I’m going to be. She’s there. I can see her."

"Self Portrait," is a feel good CD! I really feel like Lalah heard the cries of the world, connected with them and gave back something to ease the pain we all endure from relationships, bad experiences and consistent let downs. The 12 track set, which is a complete play through from start to finish, takes you on a journey of renewal – allowing you to “Let Go,” “Breathe” and bringing you to the point of understanding that no matter what you go through “That was Then,” and you should focus on the now and she reiterates that “What Goes Around,” comes back around so you shouldn’t worry about what you don’t have control over.

I don’t necessarily want to fit into what’s happening now,” she says of today’s music marketplace, “But I want to stand with it, doing my own thing. I would really love it if people need the record. I put a lot of myself into this album, so I hope people can hear me and understand who I am.”

Listen Live! This Friday as Lalah has an intimate conversation with me about her music, her life, and her passion.


I Tickle Myself....

Simply because...

It's so funny - when people realize that you've disconnected from them...

They do everything in their power to make it right (which they could have done from the gate, but they choose to fuck up) which means that they knowingly and willfully did wrong and tried to act as if, what you were seeing, hearing and experiencing was a complete and utter farce...

Which leads me to say - that you should always trust your instincts and intuition, they never fail you.

It is the GOD within us that allows us to operate this way.

P.S. Tomorrows show will be live... 10:30 A.M. PST/ 1:30 P.M. EST


27 More Days.

"There is something to be said for not saying anything."

But sometimes - nothing is best and other times it's not good enough. I've come to a point in life where I am tired of explaining myself. I am tired of pointing out things to others - only for them to come back to me and say "you were right, I should have listened." I don't get joy out of that. In fact I think it's rather annoying and disrespectful. Like if you consult me for advice - then you should use the advice that I give you, especially if you've come back to me more than once saying "you were right."

This morning I got confirmation. He sent me an email, asking me why he hadn't heard from me, etc. I so badly wanted to explain to him that I can no longer entertain fake people, who are ruled by ego and continue to use their powers for the evil and perpetuate stereotypes of the black gay community. But I am not in the business of hurting peoples' feelings nor am I in the business of saying something that won't make logical sense to a person who's brain who is at level 2. So hopefully he respects what I had to say and continues to move on with his life.

When I was 20 - when I really got into dating and going out - I immediately noticed the amount of insecurity, anger, resentment and unhappiness that ran rampant in our community, which led me to write my first book. It was those very experiences that spoke to me then, that speak to me even louder now. I was on to something then...


It's imperative to make a list and check it twice, because a motherfucker is going to show you if they are naughty or nice.