One day, I decided to help out a friend of mine that is the executive director of a community center he runs. I never turn down helping a friend, especially when it's someone I've met since I was five years old. I was in charge of checking kids in and out at the front desk. That alone was my sugar rush.
Suddenly, another friend of mine happened to walk by. He is an exterminator that checks the place out once a month. This was my first time seeing him in months. Let's call him Henry.
After getting extremely excited over seeing each other, we decided to talk about what we were going through. I talked to him about my upcoming projects, which was a very long list at the time of the conversation. He ended up talking about his love life. I don't understand how I am to get that out of people. I never intended on being the person that anyone can talk to. I just happen to end in that position there because I am easy person to talk to, and I am a braniac with a capital B.
I told him these numerous stories that ended up in numerous questions. What I mean by that is every time we finished a sentence, it always ended up asking ourselves a question regarding our everyday lives. Because of my background work as a self-help guru, Henry couldn't help but to ask me something that he needed advice on.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked.
"Go right ahead," I responded.
"If you are watching porn, are you cheating on your spouse?"
All of sudden, everything just froze. It was like my clock of life was completely frozen. My mind was revolving around that entire question. Once everything didn't look frozen anymore I started giving him numerous different answers, so that I could avoid questioning myself at that moment.
Later that day, the question kept on popping in my mind. We are now at a point in our lives where everyone has porn in their house. Even though there are still some debates about the billion dollar industry, it is admittingly part of our everyday lives. There are some couples that play the tapes in order to give them an extra rush while there are some couples that considers it very offensive to have it on during their own sexual activities. But is there a time when you press play and starts watching yourself, you are mentally picturing yourself having sex with someone else and not with your significant other?
When it comes to relationships is watching pornography considered cheating?
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Thursday, June 21, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Unprotected Sex Should Never Be A Fantasy For Porn Stars To Peform In Real Life
This is a subject that I can't shake. It's something that's been driving me crazy.
Two weeks ago, a wrote an article for MUSED Magazine about a law that was passed in California that legally requires porn stars to wear condoms if they're going to be acting in adult films. You know what that means? It means that you are longer going to see porn stars perform unprotected sex on film in the state of California.
From the way it sounds, it appears to be a good thing. HIV/AIDS is still a big topic when it comes to sex. There are discoveries of new STDS like HPV for example, which an individual could get from having oral sex. The 21st century is becoming a time when we really have to take care of ourselves. As the world is evolving, we have to be prepared for these new things that are putting our well beings to the challenge. That's why I support this law in California.
There are those that obviously don't agree with me. Some production companies that make adult films are now planning on leaving the country in order to make the unprotected sex films they want to make. They feel the monthly checkups for HIV every 30 days is good enough for them.
I went over to MUSED Magazine's Twitter account when the creator asked readers the question before he publicly posted the article. The responses were split in half. The people that responded negatively said that the law shouldn't have been made. This law shouldn't be legal because it ruins their fantasy. Just because they don't want to have sex with the porn stars in the real life doesn't mean that they don't want to watch actual unprotected sex on film.
After reading the negative responses to the bill, I felt sad and disgusted. The fact that they care less about the porn star's health and more about fulfilling their sexual needs is repugnant.
I personally have no problem with the porn industry. I truthfully watch porn at least once a week. Some of my friends are friends with people who does porn. It's a part of our world that is difficult to separate. I don't watch films that has the actors having unprotected sex. I don't care if it's a fantasy. At the end of the day, these are real life people who are putting themselves at risk. It's ridiculous for the actors to risk their lives just to film something that the majority of people don't watch completely.
Let's be real everyone. When was the last time you heard that someone ejaculated after watching all the videos in one DVD?
Monday, May 24, 2010
2010 FlavaMen Blatino Awards

So on September 5, 2009 FlavaMen presented the first annual Blatino Awards. The event was very successful and many of the best in the adult entertainment industry came together to receive honors. This year the event is happening again in Atlanta during Labor Day Weekend, as we celebrate Pride and the best adult entertainers in the business. Please go to the nomination site to help the producers of the event select this year's celebrity host and most importantly nominate the individuals for each category. And may the BEST PORN STAR WIN!!! Nominate your favorite choices at http://www.blatinoaward.com/
Monday, September 14, 2009
Dwight's Guilty Pleasure: And the Winner's Were

FlavaMen Magazine changed the way that award shows usually honor individuals, by transforming the popular night club of 708 into Atlanta’s very own Radio City Music Hall. This event was held during Atlanta’s black pride and to a sold out crowd and hosted by America’s Next Top Model contestant and celebrity BET host, Toccara. Guest hosts included iconic Otis Mack, and drag performer Ms. Ruff n' Stuff with a special musical appearance by gay hip hop artist Anye Elite. Award presenters included Dwight Allen O’Neal of Christopher Street TV, and Ray Cunningham of BE
T’s College Hill. FlavaMen Magazine announced its inaugural slate of Blatino Awards nominees back in July, recognizing ethnic clubs and promoters, adult stars and studios, films and websites by and for men of color. The voting took place online over the summer, open to the public, and the winners were announced at a special ceremony in Atlanta last weekend. Toccara said This is the one of the best events I have been to, and the vibe in this room is hot. Also saying I didn’t know what a Top was until tonight! (Then making a rhythmic motion of a guy penetrating another guy). I had a great time and I can’t wait till next year, it’s only going to get better. About the Blatino AwardsThe Blatino Awards is the first annual awards ceremony produced by FlavaMen Magazine. The awards were created to recognize ethnic clubs, porn stars and websites; for and by men of color. During the summer months, members of the general public nominated those they deemed worthy recipients of the award. The complete list of nominees and the percentage of votes they received along with pictures of the event are online at http://www.BlatinoAwards.com

The 2009 FlavaMen Blatino Awards Winners are:
Best Acting Bottom
Mr. Saukei

Dream
Best Acting Versatile
JovonnieBest Director
Rock from Rockafellaz Entertainment
Best Black DVD
"Raw Rods 2" (Rockafellaz Entertainment)
Best Latin DVD
"Alejandro the Conqueror" (Latino Fan Club)
Best Studio
Flava Works
Most Notable Porn Star
Castro (a.k.a. Supreme)
The web nominees are as follows:
Best Black Website
Best Blog
Best Latin Website
Best New Website
The nominees for clubs and club promoters are as follows:
Best Black Club
Traxx, Atlanta
Best Club Promoter
WassupNATL, Atlanta
Best Latin Club
Splash Bar, New York
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Coming soon...BOYPUSSY!
Dear Diary,
Everyday, we comb the streets draped in psuedo-masculine drag. Donned in designer labels showing off our swag. Lips barely part to acknowledge, on the city's bustling streets. Plotting our seduction hoping to prey beneath the sheets.
Our eyes meet uncertain of each others game. Never been taught to look eye to eye so we look away with shame. Stolen glances become temporary works of art. Lives intertwined yet worlds apart. Mirrored thoughts, filled with with relentless pain and voyeuristic lust. Digitizing our arousal with an eagerness to bust.
Hormones rage, as passwords and screen names become our entry into the underground. Faceless images hungry for attention, receive shameful disgrace. Our consciousness takes us to a site named after the man from whom we borrow our sins. Exposed our naked stature. Asses and dicks, escorts, raw seekers and tranny chicks. Skinny boys, fat men, black and white. Dial-toned messages inviting uncharted perils into the night. A hot body to satiate the loneliness behind the blank stares into our screens. Who have we become? Who do we seem? Creatures of habit and hating from within. Stealing sips of rawness, skin to skin.
We know to protect ourselves, we have all seen the signs. To the education we are numb, we've lost our minds, but the cases, they seem so rare. One thing that's safe to say is: we just don't care.
BOYPUSSY
Everyday, we comb the streets draped in psuedo-masculine drag. Donned in designer labels showing off our swag. Lips barely part to acknowledge, on the city's bustling streets. Plotting our seduction hoping to prey beneath the sheets.
Our eyes meet uncertain of each others game. Never been taught to look eye to eye so we look away with shame. Stolen glances become temporary works of art. Lives intertwined yet worlds apart. Mirrored thoughts, filled with with relentless pain and voyeuristic lust. Digitizing our arousal with an eagerness to bust.
Hormones rage, as passwords and screen names become our entry into the underground. Faceless images hungry for attention, receive shameful disgrace. Our consciousness takes us to a site named after the man from whom we borrow our sins. Exposed our naked stature. Asses and dicks, escorts, raw seekers and tranny chicks. Skinny boys, fat men, black and white. Dial-toned messages inviting uncharted perils into the night. A hot body to satiate the loneliness behind the blank stares into our screens. Who have we become? Who do we seem? Creatures of habit and hating from within. Stealing sips of rawness, skin to skin.
We know to protect ourselves, we have all seen the signs. To the education we are numb, we've lost our minds, but the cases, they seem so rare. One thing that's safe to say is: we just don't care.
BOYPUSSY
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