<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132</id><updated>2012-02-14T07:21:56.807-08:00</updated><category term='motivation'/><category term='Marriage Relationships'/><category term='Bow Wow Homophobia Omarion O gay'/><category term='beyonce live lamar perez greensboro nc aggie pride'/><category term='Adamsweblog'/><category term='Beyonce'/><category term='CoreyKeith'/><category term='Living Out Loud with Darian'/><category term='YBandDL'/><category term='ShawnQT'/><category term='gay christian'/><category term='progress love encoragement help moving up scary'/><category term='Vagiseal virginity'/><category term='love hate gay catty rude arrogant selfish prideful peace love humanity pride sizzle miami dc rainbow love mentor'/><category term='about me what i like ferreli lamar perez'/><category term='Beyonce fires light man diva sasha fierce'/><category term='Self Help'/><category term='Religion Jesus Atheist Christianity Homosexual Myoutgayspirit.com'/><category term='Chris Brown'/><category term='bet exposed nude photos dorian naked trade'/><category term='Celebration Life Greensboro Friendship Mentor'/><title type='text'>Speaking Out...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-6626083243135094742</id><published>2011-10-07T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T17:59:53.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Help'/><title type='text'>Yesterday I Cried....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="right" cellpadding="15"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="Center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.elev8.com/files/2011/03/du9whee1yy0iw9ei-305x183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://cdn.elev8.com/files/2011/03/du9whee1yy0iw9ei-305x183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;By: Iyanla Vanzant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="Center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;    Yesterday, I cried.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I came home, went straight to my room, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    sat on the edge of my bed,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    kicked off my shoes, unhooked my bra,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    and I had myself a good cry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I cried until my nose was running all over the silk blouse I got on sale.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I cried until my ears were hot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I cried until my head was hurting so bad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    that I could hardly see the pile of soiled tissues lying on    the floor at my feet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I want you to understand,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I had myself a really good cry yesterday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    Yesterday, I cried,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    for all the days that I was too busy, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    or too tired, or too mad to cry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I cried for all the days, and all the ways, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    and all the times I had dishonored, disrespected,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    and disconnected my Self from myself,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    only to have it reflected back to me in the ways others &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    did to me the same things I had already done to myself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    for all the things I had asked for that had yet to show up;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    for all the things I had accomplished, only to give them away,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    to people in circumstances, which left me feeling empty, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    and battered and plain old used.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I cried because there really does come a time when &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    the only thing left for you to do is cry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    Yesterday, I cried.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I cried because little boys get left by their daddies;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    and little girls get forgotten by their mommies;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    and daddies don't know what to do, so they leave;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    and mommies get left, so they get mad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I cried because I had a little boy,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    and because I was a little girl, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    and because I was a mommy who didn't know what to do,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    and because I wanted my daddy to be there so badly until I ached.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    Yesterday, I cried.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I cried because I hurt. I cried because I was hurt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I cried because hurt has no place to go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    except deeper into the pain that caused it in the    first place,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    and when it gets there, the hurt wakes you up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I cried because it was too late.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I cried because it was time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I cried because my soul knew that I didn't know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    that my soul knew everything that I needed to know.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I cried a soulful cry yesterday, and it felt so good.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    It felt so very, very bad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    In the midst of my crying, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    I felt my freedom coming,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    Because...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    Yesterday, I cried&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    with an agenda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-6626083243135094742?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/6626083243135094742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/6626083243135094742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2011/10/yesterday-i-cried.html' title='Yesterday I Cried....'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-140522811938992525</id><published>2011-10-07T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T17:40:36.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyonce'/><title type='text'>Beyonce Premieres New Video: Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mtv.mtvnimages.com/shared/promoimages/bands/b/beyonce/countdown_alt_images_100711/alt2/281x211.jpg?quality=0.85" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://mtv.mtvnimages.com/shared/promoimages/bands/b/beyonce/countdown_alt_images_100711/alt2/281x211.jpg?quality=0.85" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...Ladies, if you love your man show him you the fliest&lt;br /&gt;Grind up on it, girl, show him how you ride it.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby is a 10...We dressing to the 9...He pick me up at 8...Make me feel so lucky 7...He kiss me in his 6&lt;br /&gt;We be making love at 5...Still the one I'm going 4...I'm tryna make us 3...From that 2...He's still the 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hip and catchy tunes that make you want to dance is what ultimately keeps self-proclaimed King Beyonce on our minds constantly! Even with the "Baby Bump" she still gives her loyal supporters exactly what they need.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sporting a mod look and Audrey Hepburn bangs, the &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/celebritology/post/beyonce-is-pregnant/2011/08/28/gIQA2NyxlJ_blog.html" target="_blank"&gt;pregnant&lt;/a&gt;  diva shakes and shimmies through a fast-paced array of costume changes  and colorful sets. And yes, Beyonce does take a moment to show off her  bump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is important that I don't look at this as like an illness. I am  not sick. I am the same woman and I have the same passions,” &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/celebritology/post/beyonces-top-five-quotes-about-her-fetus/2011/09/23/gIQAXgtjqK_blog.html?wprss=celebritology" target="_blank"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/a&gt; told the Associated Press of her pregnancy. In “Countdown,” she proves she’s as fierce as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; width: 520px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." flashvars="" height="288" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:698826/cp~id%3D1518071%26vid%3D698826%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A698826" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 4px; padding: 4px; text-align: left;"&gt;Get More: &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/knowles_beyonce/artist.jhtml" style="color: #439cd8;" target="_blank"&gt;Beyoncé&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/" style="color: #439cd8;" target="_blank"&gt;Music&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/" style="color: #439cd8;" target="_blank"&gt;More Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-140522811938992525?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/140522811938992525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/140522811938992525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2011/10/beyonce-premieres-new-video-countdown.html' title='Beyonce Premieres New Video: Countdown'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-7614724479180569694</id><published>2011-10-06T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:44:28.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You the Kind of Man You Want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellobeautiful.com/files/2011/05/man-caught-cheating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://hellobeautiful.com/files/2011/05/man-caught-cheating.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months back, I had the opportunity to engage in a conversation entitled, "Are You the Kind of Man You Want?"&amp;nbsp; This has been an on-going question asked for years in many discussion groups where a high percentage of the audience has been single.&amp;nbsp; You have those who answer yes or no to the question " would I date myself?" However, they continue to remain single...does that have something to do with the question or the person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides personal preference and being attracted to what you are attracted there are still a lot of insecurities and trust issues among black gay men in America. It doesn't matter whether you're a Top, Bottom, Versatile, Masculine, Effeminate, Young or Seasoned.&amp;nbsp; If you are still carrying baggage, still have a controlling personality, still find yourself being possessive, continue to be insecure or have low self-esteem; how can you honestly be the man you want?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is simple, the answer is a lot harder when it come to meeting eye to eye with the question?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-7614724479180569694?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/7614724479180569694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/7614724479180569694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2011/10/are-you-kind-of-man-you-want.html' title='Are You the Kind of Man You Want?'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-8149452515441843861</id><published>2011-04-15T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T19:47:30.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Living in the Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.developingleadersonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/leaf_rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-478" height="198" src="http://www.developingleadersonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/leaf_rain-300x198.jpg" title="leaf_rain" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some people spend their lives focussing on the past, wishing things  weren’t changing and using their energy in an often futile effort to  maintain the status quo. Others are so future orientated, dreaming,  hoping, planning and wishing, that their present fades to grey. When  they achieve great things they don’t stop to celebrate and enjoy the  moment because they are already striving for the next goal.&lt;br /&gt;For me it’s all about balance. Albert Einstein put it well when he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who tends to naturally look to the future I have learned  to consciously move my attention to the present, more often. I want to  relish it, be fully present for my children and live in the moment. One  of the ways I do this is to take a leaf out of Einstein’s book and use  questions – questions for the start of the day, the evening and at bed  time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start of the day questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What am I excited about today? What about that makes me excited?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How can I make the most of my unique skills and strengths today?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What can I do to make today the best day it can be?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evening questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What have I failed at today?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What didn’t go well today?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What did I learn today?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bedtime questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What were my successes today? What about that made it a success?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What am I proud of? What about that makes me feel proud?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What am I grateful for in my life right now?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;For those of you who feel uncomfortable about the failure question. I  learned about this from John Brubaker who tells the story of Sara  Blakely, the CEO and founder of Spanx. Each week her father asked Sara  and her siblings what they had failed miserably at that week. Not to  punish them or bring them down. In fact he would slap them on the back  and congratulate them when they put forward their failures. The reason  was to teach them that failure is a normal and expected part of the  process through which we find success. Actively looking for failures and  facing up to them reduces our fears, builds our resilience, and helps  us learn what we need to do in order to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Of course we can use these questions for ourselves, with our loved  ones and also adapt them for our teams in order to value the present and  positively shape our days and lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you tend to focus on the past, present or future?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which of the questions resonates most with you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;From Julie Kay at www.developingleadersonline.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-8149452515441843861?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/8149452515441843861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/8149452515441843861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2011/04/living-in-present.html' title='Living in the Present'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-1813052600286804699</id><published>2010-10-11T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T18:00:20.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith that isn't tested, isn't faith at all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.p2pays.org/ref/07/06568/2001/UNV-NCATimg01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 152px; float: left; height: 145px;" alt="" src="http://www.p2pays.org/ref/07/06568/2001/UNV-NCATimg01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This particular post has been in draft mode for sometime now.  13 months later it still applies today.  I'm coming back soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple months have been absolutely wonderful for me.  I graduated from college.  Enrolled in a master's program, found love, lost love and now I'm starting the first day of my professional career!  I'm excited that even though I've gone through some intense challenges that my GOD saw me through them ALL.  There are many times in our lives when we face uncertain circumstances that get the best of us.  But you must remember that God is the source of your strength and He IS the strength of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-1813052600286804699?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/1813052600286804699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/1813052600286804699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2010/10/faith-that-isnt-tested-isnt-faith-at.html' title='Faith that isn&apos;t tested, isn&apos;t faith at all!'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-7671683500938239880</id><published>2009-10-14T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:50:20.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reflection</title><content type='html'>Growing up I never took the time to evaluate my life and how it has been shaped by the world around.  I grew up in a Christian family that was your typical southern Bible belt household.  I knew that Jesus Christ was the savior of the world and everyone that didn’t accept him would be damned eternally. I knew that the most important thing was your faith and my duty was to protect it against all who would reject it.  I was taught how to communicate with my elders and peers alike, using Ma’am and Sir appropriately.  My family taught me all the things I know about life and even those things that I have discarded have become the foundation of my life today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chapter 1 discusses how intercultural communication presents a challenge and in order to be effective in communication we must be able to meet that challenge.  The writer could not be more truthful, as the world is becoming more international and global, learning to know your own voice and the echo can make you a viable asset in the ever changing world.  Communication and culture are like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, you can’t have one without the other.  Hall goes on to say, “Culture is communication and communication is culture.”  The statement makes much sense to me as culture teaches you how to communicate – what is appropriate or inappropriate -  and once you learn the culture you are now able to communicate within the culture you belong.  For me this statement is embodied in my formative queer years.  Growing up in an environment that was not queer friendly, I wasn’t aware of the whole world that existed for queers, with its own language, nightlife, culture, worldview and various other enriching opportunities.  I soon made friends with slightly older queer men who taught me the culture of the life I had embraced.  It was such a drastic difference from what I had known the previous 19 years of my life.  But it wasn’t a hard task, because it was finally me, and once I learned the culture I was able to communicate using jargon that was escapable to those not of that world.  Just as the text states, this culture was a learned behavior, that was transmitted from one generation  for the purposes of promoting individual and social survival, adaptation, growth and development.  It has interesting to say the least, but now I am communicating my culture daily.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chapter 2 discusses the deep structure of culture and the roots of reality.  This brings up the question of why some people worship at a daily mass, some on Sunday at 10am or some on Saturday afternoon.  These are things that happen like clockwork weekly, but we often just accept it as what people do and never question it or look below the surface to find out what motivates the action.  But it’s these actions that make up a culture.  The collective action of a culture reveals how they deal with issues surrounding God, nature and death.  At the root of collective actions is the organization of people, family, community and religion are three influential organizations that guide a culture on how it should behave.  It takes a combination of these organizations to define, create, transmit, maintain and reinforce the basic and most crucial elements of every culture and is very crucial in the lives of many today.  For me the organization that has had the most influence is religion.  Religion was the main rule that guided how I was raised, gave the guidelines for what is important and what I should strive for in order to live a productive life.  Religion has given the ability to achieve goals that were out of reach for many before me.  Religion has given me an understanding of where I stand in relation to the world and as a result has caused me to have a worldview totally different than my childhood rearing.  The experience of a religious organization has been the foundation for any amount of “success” I have experienced and will continue to be that spring board to further achievement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My community was essential in developing my identity early on in life, helping me to actualize my academic ability.  This dubbed me as an intellectual in many circles, even the ones that were restricted to the “grown folk”.  The interactions of the religious organization helped me to realize the role that I play in the collective and to identify what I am responsible for doing in order to sustain the legacy of what was handed to me through religion.  I am able to see the importance in fostering relationships with those who are like-minded and identify with them based on several qualifiers that make up my cultural identity.  Ultimately, my family has been the conduit for my understanding of religion to come to its current state.  Through religion my family taught me how I am to function within the family unit and my responsibility as the oldest male child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chapter 3 discusses Worldview and Cultural Explanations of Life and Death.  Worldview is the way people interpret reality and events, including images of themselves and how they relate to the world around them.  Other definitions include, “Worldview is a culture’s orientation toward God, humanity, nature, questions of existence, the universe and cosmos, life, moral and ethical reasoning, suffering, death, and other philosophical issues that influence how its members perceive their world” (Ishii, Cooke, and Klopf).  I really connect with the latter definition of worldview.  It gives a more in depth understanding and truly outlines all the elements that affect someone’s worldview.  When I came to college, my view on life had been shaped by my parent’s religious views and values, four years later I have come into my own worldview and it’s a stark contrast to what my foundation was.  I have been able to reflect upon those things that mean the most to me and place them in my own perspective.  My revelations are as follows: God is whatever you interpret him to be to you. “He” is not static like religion would have you to believe and is not concerned with all the rules and regulations that religious groups place upon its followers.  Humanity has been created to do good in the world and to be responsible with the time they have been given on earth and to fulfill their destiny. We exist because there is a divine purpose that only we can accomplish no one else.  We were not created to just live and die, but to contribute to life.  The Universe is God and will speak to you if you listen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are multiple and competing versions of life.  If you ever think that you are right and everyone else is wrong, you are wrong.  Just think if the creator made clay figures and place one in a closet, one on the street, one on the window seal, one under the bed and one in the kitchen, they would all be from the creator but their experience would different based on their location.  In the end they are still created by the creator and their version of life is authentic as anyone else’s.  We must be able to have a double consciousness that allows us to be content with who we are and understand and appreciate the life of our brothers and sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-7671683500938239880?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/7671683500938239880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/7671683500938239880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/10/reflection.html' title='A Reflection'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-5611394318095348911</id><published>2009-09-30T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T18:03:22.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Has Not Forgot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKTJd-2R-2w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKTJd-2R-2w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Things are coming together. Finally coming together.  I am on my way to WHOLENESS.  Beyond obtaining materials, credentials and degrees, this has been my single goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-5611394318095348911?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/5611394318095348911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/5611394318095348911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-has-not-forgot.html' title='God Has Not Forgot'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-1663311083838462522</id><published>2009-09-12T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:54:57.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay christian'/><title type='text'>Tonex: I Just Wanna Be Real with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't need to write any more than this.  Watch and Discuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/970nMJ_nhIg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/970nMJ_nhIg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yg5EhnbZqkA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yg5EhnbZqkA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jMbc1pl92Sk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jMbc1pl92Sk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-1663311083838462522?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/1663311083838462522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/1663311083838462522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/09/tonex-i-just-wanna-be-real-with-you.html' title='Tonex: I Just Wanna Be Real with you'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-7700172738196308491</id><published>2009-08-09T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:52:47.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In All Things Give Thanks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nightlycandywithnanaadwoa.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/3ae911aa2350a3cc2d1f804f09451c09_f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 447px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 563px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://nightlycandywithnanaadwoa.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/3ae911aa2350a3cc2d1f804f09451c09_f9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://nightlycandywithnanaadwoa.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/3ae911aa2350a3cc2d1f804f09451c09_f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I watched the coverage of Indonesia snubbed TREE MAN, I couldn't help but think of the things in life that I complain about constantly. Always worried about my weight, making sure that my exterior is presentable for the public. I never thought about there are people whose concerns are just about having a "normal" exterior experience. So today, I give thanks for the way things are in my life and thank the UNIVERSE for all of its goodness towards me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aldianprakoso.com/image/treeman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-7700172738196308491?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/7700172738196308491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/7700172738196308491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-all-things-give-thanks.html' title='In All Things Give Thanks?'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-747570758062037512</id><published>2009-08-09T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:41:11.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Relationships'/><title type='text'>Is Love REALLY Enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/lka0116l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/lka0116l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I listened to the Gayle King show on XM radio a while back an interesting topic got me thinking about "Reasons to Marry".  As I held informal polls asking my friends and family for reasons to marry, without hesitation the number one response was LOVE! All of these people I happened to ask practiced Christianity if that has anything to do with there answer. I must add these persons are happily single or have been divorced&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some variations were,  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It is better to marry than to burn" which is some reference to a biblical passage &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because  you can NOT live without him/her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I asked some leaders in the christian faith they responded in the following:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both have a genuine love and care for each other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both desire to serve each other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both believe they can serve God better married than single&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both know it is God’s direction for them to marry and His blessing is upon their relationship and plans to marry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both have explored and discussed issues where there is disagreement and can accept and live with the other person’s different perspectives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both are sure this is the right time in their lives to commit to someone in a lifetime, legal marriage commitment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both are approximately the same level of spiritual maturity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All these things seem to good indicators for a union.  But has LOVE blinded us so much that we ignore the reality of what makes a marriage work.  Undoubtedly FINANCES have caused many couples to end their marriage in DIVORCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you told about marriage and how has that shaped what a marriage should look like and what factors will ensure a successful and til death do us part union?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-747570758062037512?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/747570758062037512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/747570758062037512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-love-really-enough.html' title='Is Love REALLY Enough?'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-8073078241472713253</id><published>2009-08-02T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:57:30.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Ain't Trickin If You Got it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://unemployedandfabulous.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/018_82560pimpin-posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 625px;" src="http://unemployedandfabulous.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/018_82560pimpin-posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Technology has changed the way we communicate and with whom we are able to do so.  Since 2005 I have had a Facebook (fb) account and have met some pretty decent people and very interesting ones to say the least. But what I am about to recount to you was the first time I had encountered this type of offer, I must admit I was thrown for a loop initially, but the ambiguity of it all intrigued me.  Thanks to the inquisitive nature I possess I had the opportunity to get into the mind of the person on the other end of the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On July 30, 2009 as I sat at my desk watching the clock for 5:00pm, I received a friend request, I accept and this leads to a instant messaging conversation.  Just to catch you up where this dialogues picks up.   The user and I began general conversation and he mentions the idea of me making an excellent pimp and I immediately think that this is one of my friends playing a joke on me using a fake profile.  But as I continue to ask questions as I evaluate the seriousness of the conversation, I find out this is not a joke and I was not being PUNK'D!  This chat picks up with him telling me the definition/role of the PIMP and the HOE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His Profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: John Doe&lt;br /&gt;Age: 36&lt;br /&gt;Location: San Francisco, California&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Exotic Male Dancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LIFE OF A HOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;a hoe is an individual who sniffs out a person she or he wants to sell his or her ass for...unconditionally...and a pimp is he who would jump on the offer and guide the situation and take money...is that u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:  &lt;/span&gt;Oh no. I don't think so.  My life path does not include that kind of enterprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; i understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Are you serious or was this joke? or just convo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;serious, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Oh ok.  I have seen these things played out in the media. But never have I come in contact with someone who was directly affiliated.  Sounds like an interesting way of life though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; it is.  if u get in the right hands and hook up with the right people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;/span&gt;So you on FB trying to expand your "pimpen" network?  if so how do you find qualified prospects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;i usually find work as a dancer on FB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; you dance for men/women or both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  so you were looking for a pimp or you are pimp for male, female, both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; i love pimps lamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; So you are considered the hoe? I am trying to follow as best I can this convo is very intriguing are you going to post pics soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;yes....like... any second now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; so do you have a pimp now? and how long have you been in the business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; i do nt have a pimp now. I've been in it for three years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; what led you to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;my bets friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;so the pimp just collects the money you make and provides you a sense of stability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; yes thats right, its a head fuck, thats all it is, man, its about head fucking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; What do you look for in a pimp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; someone who understands that a hoe must be put in his place, always working, always fucking, always busy, always thinkin bout that dolluh, thats what i look for in a pimp, someone who will not let me rest, someone who will constantly get in my head about the nature of a hoe&lt;br /&gt;someone who will provide that work for me, man, someone who will NEVER let me live down, my reputation of being a hoe, someone who will NEVER let me go, man, ever someone who will let me know they OWN me and they aint lettin me go and that i aint nothin but a good ass hoe period thats what i look for in a pimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I'm just lost for words right now, trying to digest all of this.  But good luck in finding your pimp...keep me updated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my quest to live a very non-judgmental life, I think I handled this situation very well, without being condescending or frowning at the way he decides to make a living.    Is it acceptable for the "Honest Working People" to sit in the seat of judgment?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-8073078241472713253?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/8073078241472713253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/8073078241472713253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-aint-trickin-if-you-got-it.html' title='It Ain&apos;t Trickin If You Got it?'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-2007527778105875768</id><published>2009-07-23T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:49:31.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry Louis Gates Jr ARRESTED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.manolith.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/henry-louis-gates-jr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 452px" alt="" src="http://static.manolith.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/henry-louis-gates-jr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Post was written by Elizabeth Gates the daughter of Henry Louis Gates Jr. on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailybeast.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.thedailybeast.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Wednesday's press conference, President Obama &lt;a href="http://www.thedailybeast.com/cheat-sheet/item/cambridge-police-lsquostupidrsquo-says-obama/race-matters/" target="_blank"&gt;called&lt;/a&gt; the Cambridge Police Department "stupid" for arresting Professor Henry Louis Gates Jr. Daughter Elizabeth Gates interviews her dad about what happened to him in jail, how this affects whites too, and why she shouldn’t give up on America yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week, my father was wrongly accused of breaking into his own home. We had just returned from China, and he had flown from New York to Boston to prepare for a few days rest on Martha’s Vineyard. As my father was settling in, a police officer named Sgt. James Crowley showed up at his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Crowley said he was responding to a call from a woman who described two black men breaking into her neighbors’ home with backpacks on. He demanded to see proof of residency and my father showed him both his Harvard ID and his state ID without hesitation. Shortly afterward, a miscommunication ensued, and my father was handcuffed and taken to jail. Our family is both saddened and outraged at this, and as I watched his mug shot scroll across various news stations last night, I couldn’t help but wonder what he was experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was there investigating? He should have gotten out of there and said, “I’m sorry, sir, good luck. Loved your PBS series—check with you later!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy, how did it feel to read in the police report that although you had been cooperative with Sgt. Crowley, while he was standing uninvited in your home, your behavior had been reduced to “loud and tumultuous” after asking to see to his badge? Were you surprised at the inaccuracy of the police report?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the police report was an act of pure fiction. One designed to protect him, Sgt. Crowley, from unethical behavior. I was astonished at the audacity of the lies in the police report, and almost the whole thing from start to finish was just pure fabrication. So yes, I felt violated all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Touré quoted Malcolm X in his &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2009-07-21/skips-racist-wakeup-call/?cid=hp:mainpromo3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;piece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; for The Daily Beast and wrote, “What do you call a black man with a PhD? A nigger,” did you agree with that statement? I mean, will education still be our eventual leveling point? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I think the actions of Sgt. Crowley aren’t the actions of everyone on the Cambridge police force or all white people in Cambridge or Boston or in the United States. I mean, there are bad white people and bad black people. There are good police officers and bad police offers. We depend on the police—I’m glad that this lady called 911. I hope right now if someone is breaking into my house she’s calling 911 and the police will come! I just don’t want to be arrested for being black at home! I think this was a bit of an extreme reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So you do think this was reduced to race? You do think this was purely racially motivated—that when he came into your home uninvited and didn’t read you your Miranda rights and he didn’t follow procedure? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, when I was arrested I was not read my Miranda rights. I clearly was arrested as a vindictive act, an act of spite. I think Sgt. Crowley was angry that I didn’t follow his initial orders—his demand—his order—to step outside my house because I was protected as long as I was in the house because he didn’t have a warrant. I think what he really wanted to do was throw me down and put handcuffs on me because he was terrified that I could be dangerous to him and that I was causing violence in my own home—though obviously he didn’t know it was my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had been white this incident never would have happened. He would have asked at the door, “Excuse me, are you okay? Because there are two black men around here try’na rob you [laughter] and I think he also violated the rules by not giving his name and badge number, and I think he would have given that to one of my white colleagues or one of my white neighbors. So race definitely played a role. Whether he’s an individual racist? I don’t know—I don’t know him. But I think he stereotyped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what racial profiling is all about. I was cast by him in a narrative and he didn’t know how to get out of it, and then when I demanded—which I did—his name and badge number, I think he just got really angry. And he knew that he had to give me that, and his police report lies and says he gave it to me. If he had done that I would have simply taken it down and wrote a report! I was definitely going to file a report, now—just not as big as the one I’m about to file!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So since it’s clear this happens every day to minorities everywhere who don’t have representation, who like yourself previously believed in the justice system, what can we do as a community to make sure that our world starts to place value on all people of color—not only the exception, as you have been referred to so often during this ordeal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its incumbent upon me to not let it drop—not to sweep it under the carpet—but to use this as a teaching event for the Cambridge police and police in general and for black people—don’t step out of your house. Don’t step onto that porch! You’re vulnerable. And second? To teach the police about the history of racism, what racism is. Sgt. Crowley found it outrageous that I was demanding his name? I mean, excuse me? Whose house was he in? Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house. I mean, he was there investigating? He should have gotten out of there and said, “I’m sorry, sir, good luck. Loved your PBS series—check with you later!” [laughter from both of us] If he would have given me his card I would have sent him a DVD! [more laughter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you’ve always taught my sister Maggie and me to stay on the right side of the law. Did this challenge your perception of what side that really is? Or are we always going to have to humble ourselves to this humiliating degree? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I believe in the law. I think we have a great system of justice. But I do think that system of justice has been corrupted by racism and classism. I think it’s difficult for “poor people”—poor white people, brown people—to be treated fairly before the law in the same way that upper-class people are. I mean listen, Liza. I was lucky. I could have been in there all night with as few as three other prisoners. What if I had been anonymous and in some other place? It’s scary, man. That’s why we have to fight through organizations such as the NAACP defense fund, on whose board I sit—we have to fight for equal rights for all people. It’s beyond race, it’s class and race! And that’s crucial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There’s been so much talk about Black America moving into a “Post-Black Era.” What do you think it will take to actually achieve that? I mean, is it possible? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only people who live in a post-black world are four people who live in a little white house on Pennsylvania Avenue. [laughter] The idea that America is post-racial or post-black because a man I admire, Barack Obama, is president of the United States, is a joke. And I hope no one will even wonder about this crazy fiction again. I am proud of the American people for electing the best candidate who happened to be a black man and that’s a great historical precedent in the United States, but America is just as classist and just as racist as it was the day before the election—and we all, to quote my friend Cornel West, “are recovering racists,” and we all have to fight those tendencies. In America there is institutional racism that we all inherit and participate in, like breathing the air in this room—and we have to become sensitive to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If this had happened to you before Maggie and I were born, would your ideals and what you’ve taught us have changed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! The ideals stay the same. America has already been founded on great ideals. Listen, Liza. America is the greatest nation ever founded. The ideals are the greatest ever espoused in human history, and we just need the country to live up to them. But what I worry about are the 1 million black men in the prison system…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…How they got there. Will they ever get out. The whole prison system is designed to dehumanize you. From the time you get in they take your belt off—they strip you of your identity. They put you in with other criminals in a claustrophobic cell—I mean, you don’t have a shot. It’s like the door shuts and boom: you’re dead. They’ve given you a new identity; they’ve stripped your identity as a person and given you a new identity as a prisoner and that is horrifying. I didn’t realize it until I experienced it. I was astonished, you know? Your cell phone doesn’t work and they set it up that way. It’s cold, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I realize.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn’t have the money? I mean, where would I get the money? They said, “We know you have the 40 dollars because we went through your wallet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m sorry, Daddy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elizabeth Gates is a graduate of The New School University, where she cultivated her love for fashion and writing. A former intern at Vogue Magazine, her interest in image, art and fashion has driven her desire to contribute to the vast narrative of modern culture in America and abroad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-2007527778105875768?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/2007527778105875768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/2007527778105875768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/henry-louis-gates-jr-arrested.html' title='Henry Louis Gates Jr ARRESTED!'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-5092393905574096856</id><published>2009-07-22T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:56:24.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, 555-Pound Son Found In Baltimore: Neglect Or Just Fat Gene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/Smc05PuQcpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xwhS1f4Ih2w/s1600-h/19527015_240X180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361312039485600402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/Smc05PuQcpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xwhS1f4Ih2w/s400/19527015_240X180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GREENVILLE COUNTY, S.C. -- A mother and her 555-pound son who fled South Carolina after the state planned to take the 14-year-old boy into protective custody were found hundreds of miles from their home on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Draper and his mother, Jerri Gray, were found parked near a Laundromat in Baltimore, Md., by Baltimore County sheriff’s deputies at about 4:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Draper was checked at the scene by emergency medical services and was turned over to the Maryland Department of Social Services. Investigators will work with them to have him returned to the Department of Social Services in South Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray was taken into custody and will be held in Baltimore until extradition to South Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;According to the Department of Social Services, Gray was supposed to appear in family court with the boy on Tuesday, but they did not show up. Draper was to be taken into protective custody in South Carolina after officials determined that he was considered to be at a critical stage of health risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There have been some opportunities that have come along for him to participate in some treatment programs and things such as that, and it's my understanding, that for whatever reason, he's not allowed to take part in those treatment programs," said Greenville County Lt. Shea Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the hearing, Draper was ordered into the custody of the state due to medical neglect and Gray's failure to appear in court.   When officers went to take the boy from the home, they found that he and his mother had left the home on Goodwin Bridge Road in Travelers Rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The understanding was that the individual was of the weight where it was decided by medical authorities that he needed treatment that he wasn't being provided for by his mother," said Matthew Armstrong, of the Greenville County Sheriff's Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray is charged with one count of custodial interference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What are your thoughts about this situation?  Should the mother be held responsible. Is Healthcare Access a factor in the excessive weight of this teen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qulPve_WjGw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qulPve_WjGw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-5092393905574096856?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/5092393905574096856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/5092393905574096856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/mom-555-pound-son-found-in-baltimore.html' title='Mom, 555-Pound Son Found In Baltimore: Neglect Or Just Fat Gene'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/Smc05PuQcpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xwhS1f4Ih2w/s72-c/19527015_240X180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-2243887842006839074</id><published>2009-07-21T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T18:02:28.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Thou Be Made Whole? Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/POLITICS/analysis/toons/2009/03/09/mitchell/toon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 225px;" src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/POLITICS/analysis/toons/2009/03/09/mitchell/toon.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This post was also written 2 years ago and I never published it...enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has taught me that everyone has a sad story to tell.  It has also allowed me know that I must not dwell on the disdain I hold for past experiences.  I knew that I was to move forward with life I would have to just block out all of the horrible situations I encountered at such a premature age.  Blocking, as a coping mechanism seemed to work pretty well. I graduated from High School and in five months will from college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am at a point where I am focusing on building a foundation for my future I believe that all the trauma has taken on a new form and has been infiltrating areas of my life unbeknown to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life started off pretty normal, I could always remember having 2 parents and 3 at one period in my life.  All of my needs and wants were readily supplied but things began to change.  My parents married young and produced me.  When I was two they divorced and I lived with my mom and my step-dad until I was 13.  Through a series of interaction with a step-dad and dad who had no skills of what it meant to foster a positive relationship with another human and serve as a support for all the growing pains that accompany child rearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;FAST FORWARD&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming through a turbulent childhood I am a success, externally.  Internally, I am a MESS! As I stumble upon the completion of long-term goals, I am faced with what to do next?  You go to school all of your life to be educated and become refined.  With years of education behind me I am still a bit muddled in matters of life and the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time I have noticed my stint with relationships (familial, romantic and general) had gone sour.  I began to do some self evaluation and I realized that although I succeed in the building my professional career and relationships, my personal life is still in its infancy.  How is it that I can thrive in one area of my life and completely suck in other areas!  I think we call it transferable skills in the world of work...why am I having the most trouble transferring those skills to my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have enlisted the help of a Clinical Counselor to work through these challenges.  It took a lot in me to walk into the office and request service.  Although I refer several people to clinical counseling and help them understand that seeing a psychologist doesn't make you strange or CRAZY as the culture of Black America would lead you to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through these sessions I hope to work the following skeletons from my closet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Understanding the extent of effect of my father's absence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding and removing guilt that I do not own&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything Lurking that I am unaware&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Restoring Trust to my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trusting People Genuinely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;This is something that I never imagined I would be doing, I have always seemed to have it together, but I guess this is what makes you human, understanding that you are not as wonderful as everyone thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-2243887842006839074?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/2243887842006839074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/2243887842006839074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/will-thou-be-made-whole-pt-1.html' title='Will Thou Be Made Whole? Pt. 1'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-5702444818316658921</id><published>2009-07-20T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:59:06.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Brown'/><title type='text'>I Need This Red Shirt In My Life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Shirt in this video is absolutely a must have....if you know where I can find the exact shirt or its twin please let me know.  Oh yeah, this is also Chris Brown apologizing for his actions.  I wonder if he is saving face and trying to salvage his career, No wait, nothing really happened to his career as my generation does not take much offense to domestic violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even this isn't enough to satisfy all the people in the world who wanted him to receive a harsher punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n4SD6oBvbKY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n4SD6oBvbKY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-5702444818316658921?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/5702444818316658921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/5702444818316658921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-this-red-shirt-in-my-life.html' title='I Need This Red Shirt In My Life....'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-9129743701096107733</id><published>2009-07-16T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:49:49.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vagiseal virginity'/><title type='text'>Brings the White Back to the Wedding Dress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/Sl-6KqghViI/AAAAAAAAAEU/y0prGFO1MNk/s1600-h/5149_580117602623_11206825_33574742_5587059_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/Sl-6KqghViI/AAAAAAAAAEU/y0prGFO1MNk/s400/5149_580117602623_11206825_33574742_5587059_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359206773966329378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you are trying the whole Secondary Virginity thing, this product should help you complete the process by giving you that "Just Like NEW!" feel.  And if you have too much experience, this will give you the reset you have been looking for.  Capitalism is going wild!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-9129743701096107733?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/9129743701096107733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/9129743701096107733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/brings-white-back-to-wedding-dress.html' title='Brings the White Back to the Wedding Dress?'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/Sl-6KqghViI/AAAAAAAAAEU/y0prGFO1MNk/s72-c/5149_580117602623_11206825_33574742_5587059_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-963809646445642872</id><published>2009-07-14T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:14:04.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did not know that this video was available, but this song has connected with me in such a way, regardless of my status as relentless supporter of all things Beyonce.  As I was writing a post tonight,  a college buddy made mention of the video and this song really changed the perspective of the post I was writing about is My Past repeating itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essence of the post which is to follow soon just talks about the idea of being in a situation that you love to hate. I attempt to self evaluate and diagnose myself, we will see what comes of that. Until then enjoy the artistry of the artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0csLlzdhAPk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0csLlzdhAPk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything I thought you never were&lt;br /&gt;And nothing like I thought you could’ve been&lt;br /&gt;But still you live inside of me&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one I wish I could forget&lt;br /&gt;The only one I’d love to not forgive&lt;br /&gt;And though you break my heart, you’re the only one&lt;br /&gt;And though there are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t erase&lt;br /&gt;The times that you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And put tears on my face&lt;br /&gt;And even now while I hate you&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to say&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna take a breath with out you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to love you in no kind of way no no&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;I’m no broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I feel I need to say&lt;br /&gt;But up to now I’ve always been afraid&lt;br /&gt;That you would never come around&lt;br /&gt;And still I want to put this out&lt;br /&gt;You say you’ve got the most respect for me&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I feel you’re not deserving me&lt;br /&gt;And still you’re in my heart&lt;br /&gt;But you’re the only one and yes&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t complain&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve been afraid that you would've walk away&lt;br /&gt;Oh but now I don’t hate you&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy to say&lt;br /&gt;That I will be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m at a place I thought I’d never be…Oooo&lt;br /&gt;I’m living in a world that’s all about you and me…yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gotta be afraid my broken heart is free&lt;br /&gt;To spread my wings and fly away&lt;br /&gt;Away With you&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah, ohh ohh ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be without my baby&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to take a breath with out my baby&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to love you in no kind of way..No..No&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl..No..No..&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;Broken-hearted girl No…no…&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-963809646445642872?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/963809646445642872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/963809646445642872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-did-not-know-that-this-video-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-1574778270090847322</id><published>2009-07-08T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:51:37.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonce: Beautiful Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was kinda anxioius for this video to come out.  I hoped that it would have some heavy production.  At first I was thinking, "here she goes with this 3 girl routine, single ladies all over AGAIN!"  However as much as she is loving that concept, this presentation was much better and all I could do was smile with satisfaction....Time for me to learn these new moves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHECK IT OUT BELOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VuO7A0jYI4g&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VuO7A0jYI4g&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is Beyonce setting herself up to be an ICON or is she loosing her grip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-1574778270090847322?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/1574778270090847322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/1574778270090847322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/beyonce-beautiful-nightmare.html' title='Beyonce: Beautiful Nightmare'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-4281508984861728217</id><published>2009-07-07T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:58:04.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion Jesus Atheist Christianity Homosexual Myoutgayspirit.com'/><title type='text'>British Gay Jesus Video: Comedy or Truth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A comedian created “&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReYfDlIa-Z8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Was Jesus Gay?&lt;/a&gt;” as a comedy video, but most of it makes good sense to me as a lesbian Christian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The popular video was made by &lt;a href="http://www.patcondell.net/"&gt;Pat Condell&lt;/a&gt;, an English comedian and outspoken atheist.  His online video monologues of what he calls “godless comedy” have gotten more than 15 million hits.  “Was Jesus Gay?” has nearly half a million views.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I started watching Condell’s gay Jesus video without knowing that it was intended as comedy.  I thought he was a serious church leader, and kept wondering, “Why haven’t I heard of this theologian before?!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ReYfDlIa-Z8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ReYfDlIa-Z8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The video begins with some well-deserved barbs against the Church for mistreating gays.  Then Condell states, “I’ve heard it suggested from some people that Christians are so irrationally obsessed with this subject because deep down they’re terrified that Jesus himself might have been gay.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;He talks about how Jesus spent the night with a naked youth in the Secret Gospel of Mark.  He speculates about what John meant when he called himself “the one who Jesus especially loved.”  He also discusses Jesus’ heterosexual marriage in some of the other Gnostic gospels.  All these theories about Jesus’ relationships are common topics of serious study by queer scholars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;My favorite part of the video is when Condell asks, “If somebody could prove historically beyond all doubt that Jesus was in fact homosexual, would Christians then reject Jesus or would they reject the evidence -- as usual?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;Cross-posted at the &lt;a href="http://www.jesusinlove.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jesus in Love Blog&lt;/a&gt; by Kittredge Cherry, lesbian Christian author and editor of the &lt;a href="http://archive.constantcontact.com/fs036/1101861384821/archive/1101897476763.html"&gt;Jesus in Love Newsletter&lt;/a&gt; on GLBT spirituality and the arts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-4281508984861728217?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/4281508984861728217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/4281508984861728217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/british-gay-jesus-video-comedy-or-truth.html' title='British Gay Jesus Video: Comedy or Truth?'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-8728404871416469888</id><published>2009-07-06T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:52:57.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearls of Wisdom from the Buddhist Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.clipartguide.com/_named_clipart_images/0511-0712-2113-2527_Meditating_Buddhist_clipart_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px" alt="" src="http://www.clipartguide.com/_named_clipart_images/0511-0712-2113-2527_Meditating_Buddhist_clipart_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Believe nothing on the faith of traditions, even though they have been held in honor for many generations and in diverse places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do not believe a thing because many people speak of it. Do not believe on the faith of the sages of the past. Do not believe what you yourself have imagined, persuading yourself that a God inspires you.Believe nothing on the sole authority of your masters and priests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After examination, believe what you yourself have tested and found to be reasonable, and conform your conduct thereto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-Buddha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clipartguide.com/_named_clipart_images/0511-0712-2113-2527_Meditating_Buddhist_clipart_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-8728404871416469888?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/8728404871416469888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/8728404871416469888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/pearls-of-wisdom-from-buddhist.html' title='Pearls of Wisdom from the Buddhist Community'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-8725104039863157238</id><published>2009-07-05T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:44:13.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bet exposed nude photos dorian naked trade'/><title type='text'>College Hill Atlanta Castmate Bares it ALL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hd-report.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/bet-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 207px;" src="http://www.hd-report.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/bet-logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot about this small twitter fiasco involving BET College Hill Atlanta Cast Member Dorian.   Throughout the season he sexuality was always on trial...for some the jury is still out, but when I saw Mrs. Thing there was no need to hold court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh0jgrX2BFw/R_7OW4bcPXI/AAAAAAAACMA/UmBN-TMR7-I/s320/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh0jgrX2BFw/R_7OW4bcPXI/AAAAAAAACMA/UmBN-TMR7-I/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently his is sooo famous that someone wanted access to this twitter account or he did this as a publicity stunt, I think he wants to be a model.  So he decided to keep penis pictures stored in hit twitter account.  Come on people have we NOT learned anything! If you can't password protect the pictures then don't save them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pics &lt;a href="http://i44.tinypic.com/jqpcw9.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-8725104039863157238?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/8725104039863157238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/8725104039863157238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/college-hill-atlanta-castmate-bares-it.html' title='College Hill Atlanta Castmate Bares it ALL!'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh0jgrX2BFw/R_7OW4bcPXI/AAAAAAAACMA/UmBN-TMR7-I/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-3240639568714383639</id><published>2009-07-05T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:43:28.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me what i like ferreli lamar perez'/><title type='text'>About Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/SlF1YmJuBLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sdoZ0m63jzM/s1600-h/ferreli_ringonit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355190497338852530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/SlF1YmJuBLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sdoZ0m63jzM/s320/ferreli_ringonit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; I Reckon It's time to OPEN up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; 12/23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Birthplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Fayetteville, NC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; Home at my desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; Dk. brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 5'11"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I always get this messed up...African American/Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Your Weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Your Fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Repeating History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; ALLL Meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; Graduate and Get accepted to Graduate School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 5 more minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; My eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Your Bedtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;: when ever the eyes close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; Playing in the village with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Burger King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Lipton Ice Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;: Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Cappuccino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; mos def&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of course I sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; if I am going out YES…if not then I save water and soap…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I am in college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; HELL YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Do you believe in yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Heck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; somewhat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;D&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;o you get along with your Parents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Do you play an Instrument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;In the past month have you Smoked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Ever Shoplifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; In my sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; A Chancellor or President of a University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 700+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Number of Piercings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Don't have any regrets…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:15;"&gt;In a Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Favorite Eye Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Dk. Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Height, Tall or Short?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Physique you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Muscular, Athletic, Slender, a Few Extra Pounds, Large, Obese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Athletic or Slender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Hairy or smooth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; Smooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take the Quiz! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-3240639568714383639?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/3240639568714383639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/3240639568714383639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-1223-birthplace-fayetteville.html' title='About Me...'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/SlF1YmJuBLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sdoZ0m63jzM/s72-c/ferreli_ringonit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-194570547184625576</id><published>2009-06-30T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:30:41.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration Life Greensboro Friendship Mentor'/><title type='text'>It's A Celebration, BITCHES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/SkqkayEbfnI/AAAAAAAAACo/SWAHeafLU3g/s1600-h/jasmine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353271887107161714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/SkqkayEbfnI/AAAAAAAAACo/SWAHeafLU3g/s320/jasmine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005 as I had began my undergraduate career at North Carolina A&amp;amp;T State University, I was the new kid on the block and the target for the gentleman pictured to the left. Entering into a new environment can be a daunting experience in itself, but to become a target is another thing. But all in all life has its way to target you for GREATNESS. For the purposes of keeping his identity covert for those who don't already know him, I will call him Sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and I met on the most awkward of terms. I the new guy and he the clout bearing senior. He strides into the office to break up the scene and have all pay their homage to his GREATNESS. So in the ultimate Sean fashion he says, "Who is the new boy, (looks at me and says) You must not know who I am." I reply, " should i know who you are?" He laughs and pays the conversation announcing to the office staff to make me aware of him and begans to list his credentials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every since that point we have been in close contact and the sort of mentor/mentee relationship. I have watched him grow and develop and take and a higher level of personal responsibility and maturity. I was fortunate to be around after he was crowned as the first, Mr. Black North Carolina, going on to earn 2 Undergraduate Degrees and begin to realize his life goals. Today, well it was today when this post was originally started, a new chapter for Sean begins. He can tell you from experience, "sometimes the road we wish to take has a detour, don't panic, follow the detour and eventually you will get to your destination."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean, as you go on to achieve goals, experience a brief discomfort for a worthwhile investment, know that I am proud of you! You are going to do great and effect change in the lives of many. Thank you for all the field training you have provided that has made me the bitch you so lovingly call me! I am appreciative of our friendship and the confidence I can place in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations and sorry this is posting soo late.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamar Perez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-194570547184625576?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/194570547184625576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/194570547184625576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-celebration-bitches.html' title='It&apos;s A Celebration, BITCHES'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/SkqkayEbfnI/AAAAAAAAACo/SWAHeafLU3g/s72-c/jasmine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-3269091189071098635</id><published>2009-06-29T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:06:02.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonce Does Greensboro Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For the rest of the Haters.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MDDQJZmj3Lo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MDDQJZmj3Lo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyonce's Background Singers....THE MAMA'S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3uLPcRPRc8Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3uLPcRPRc8Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyonce Sings Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wi3rBdTNEy4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wi3rBdTNEy4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-3269091189071098635?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/3269091189071098635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/3269091189071098635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/beyonce-does-greensboro-part-two.html' title='Beyonce Does Greensboro Part Two'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-7506795121116853542</id><published>2009-06-29T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:00:43.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beyonce live lamar perez greensboro nc aggie pride'/><title type='text'>Beyonce Does Greensboro Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So of course I went to the Beyonce Concert when she came to my city.  Check out some footage from the concert.  Say what you will about Beyonce, I enjoyed her thoroughly and would have paid more for those tickets.  Hate on B, Haters....Hate on.  But enjoy the clips while you HATe...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GXltnCGMnA8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GXltnCGMnA8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVE - Smash Into You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NcGTDeLjuXI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NcGTDeLjuXI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVE - Ava Maria Pt.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_7y3CBLHZJA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_7y3CBLHZJA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVE - Ava Maria Pt.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-7506795121116853542?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/7506795121116853542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/7506795121116853542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/beyonce-does-greensboro-part-one.html' title='Beyonce Does Greensboro Part One'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-3548273171554337580</id><published>2009-06-19T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:44:16.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible for the last time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am writing a post about my interactions with the men in my life and I heard this song a while ago on some MTV reality show...lol... but it really resonates with where I am in my life in this moment...No more standing in the back of the line....I'm invisible for the very last time.... ENJOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2of9EIlKe_s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2of9EIlKe_s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Invisible Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Hudson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I’m not here&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I don’t mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;Like glass, I’m clear&lt;br /&gt;Almost like you can see straight through me&lt;br /&gt;(I’ve got questions, but no answers)&lt;br /&gt;So tired of being confused&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna stay right here and die&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find my wing s to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find me another way&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I don’t wanna stay another day&lt;br /&gt;Time for a change in my life&lt;br /&gt;I’ve opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m changing my life&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m gonna live my life for me&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause this ain’t how it’s supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;No more standing in the back of the line&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m invisible for the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you see me?&lt;br /&gt;Do I really even matter?&lt;br /&gt;[ Jennifer Hudson Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;You changed me completely&lt;br /&gt;And I remember how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;(I’ve got questions, what’s the lesson)&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of being confused and now&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna take my chance and fly&lt;br /&gt;I’m taking back my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find me another way&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I don’t wanna stay another day&lt;br /&gt;Time for a change in my life&lt;br /&gt;I’ve opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m changing my life&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m gonna live my life for me&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause this ain’t how it’s supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;No more standing in the back of the line&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m invisible for the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can’t be it for me&lt;br /&gt;This can’t be all I’m meant for&lt;br /&gt;And no more time wasting this life &lt;img src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/1844746726.jpg" alt="" width="1" height="1" /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-3548273171554337580?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/3548273171554337580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/3548273171554337580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/invisible-for-last-time.html' title='Invisible for the last time'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-6723654088434293086</id><published>2009-06-19T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:32:50.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Confidence Isn't Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So I am watching the TV Guide Channel and American Idol Rewind is on.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfJOp3eqEvI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfJOp3eqEvI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh but there's more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-uJvGhqMfI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-uJvGhqMfI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Intellectual posting will resume later...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-6723654088434293086?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/6723654088434293086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/6723654088434293086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-confidence-isnt-enough.html' title='Sometimes Confidence Isn&apos;t Enough'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-5565126923673542406</id><published>2009-06-08T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:24:13.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress love encoragement help moving up scary'/><title type='text'>Moving on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/Si2BEuNS-gI/AAAAAAAAACA/yQeMeet1i0k/s1600-h/0601movingonup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345070250881907202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/Si2BEuNS-gI/AAAAAAAAACA/yQeMeet1i0k/s320/0601movingonup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Socrates said, " The unexamined life is not worth living". I have found this to be true for the current state of my life. You come to a point when what you think you know is constantly being tested, reputed and upgraded to a higher-level of consciousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming to grips with my truth can be alienating, but I must follow my truth, with everything I possess. If I don't I will begin to live a lie. Last night I encountered my truth and second-guessed it because of the potential of being excluded from a community I have grown up with all of my life. But the Gods allowed me to read gayte keepers post and gave me the inspiration to m ove forward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how frightening change feels to me, I must go with it. Yes it's gonna be scary and I don't know what to expect, but I must press on. It's gonna be different, because I'm pursuing a different goal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am wise because I acknowledge that I know nothing." -Socrates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-5565126923673542406?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/5565126923673542406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/5565126923673542406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/moving-on.html' title='Moving on...'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/Si2BEuNS-gI/AAAAAAAAACA/yQeMeet1i0k/s72-c/0601movingonup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-7601412294510052369</id><published>2009-05-13T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:35:03.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Hill: Keysha is Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/8/m_27bbaa362cd74ddb8bc5bd199644d3c0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 256px;" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/8/m_27bbaa362cd74ddb8bc5bd199644d3c0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;College Hill Miami: Keysha a.k.a Kyle is BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When this season of College Hill premiered, I knew it was going to going to be some major TEA!  Let me count the reasons why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle is a Queen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle is a Queen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle is a Queen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Oh yeah, did I mention &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KYLE&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;QUEEN&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the season began we met the stereotype of the black gay man in America. Low self-esteem, Katty, superficial, attack or be attacked, loud, the entertainment for the straights and fag hags, Life out of balance, probably bad family history, but deep down inside beyond all of the hardcore and very offensive exterior, a good person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-7601412294510052369?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/7601412294510052369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/7601412294510052369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/05/college-hill-keysha-is-back.html' title='College Hill: Keysha is Back!'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-4828120375823387304</id><published>2009-05-12T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:38:34.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love hate gay catty rude arrogant selfish prideful peace love humanity pride sizzle miami dc rainbow love mentor'/><title type='text'>Are the Gays Damaged Beyond Repair?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/lens2334122_1229216177Rainbow_Peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/lens2334122_1229216177Rainbow_Peace.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was supposed to celebrate the KeKe, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Kyle a.k.a Keysha&lt;/span&gt; gave the people tonight, however, a deeper issue is deriving from this episode.  I can't shake the feeling that something is cancerous within the gay community specifically the gay youth . I can't quite put my finger on the root issue but I want to expose what I see and maybe a think tank can arise from this open thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am writing from an objective stance as I have not participated in this expression of the black, gay male in America.  For the purposes of this post youth is defined as those who exhibit a lack of maturity in daily life interactions, living superficial, shallow lives encamped in a bubble of negative energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gay youth are going astray. As I watched College Hill I got my keke for the night, but my spirit man was awakened to a deeper issue that is often hidden by the flashy and zealous lifestyle of black gay youth.  If you are not familiar with Kyle (College Hill Miami Cast Member) take a moment to view this &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://vodpod.com/watch/1530083-why-are-gay-guy-so-fresh-college-hill-new-roommate-does-not-like-the-gay-guy"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;.  For Kyle represents the stereotypical expression of a black gay man, and a reason the discussion and/or the acknowledgment of one's orientation is often stunted, simply by what "being gay" has become associated with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can remember,  any action that faintly resembled femininity, rewarded you with the taunt of fag, homo, sissy, queer and all of the other demeaning remarks evil children can imagine.  The relentlessness of the harassment is bewildering and although many were able to come THROUGH, the scars left by words although buried deep will guide the future of this growing young man.  Sometimes these scars are incurred from family members.  I experienced this type of anguish in addition to the hassle from classmates.  My step father came from nothing materially or emotionally, gained material wealth later in life, remaining void emotionally.  From the age of two he was the "father" I knew but later in life things would definitely change.  As I began to excel in my studies and praised by my instructors, he began to see my minimal grade school success as a threat to his adult life.  With the support of everyone I continued to excel and receive innumerable awards that recognized my "academically gifted" mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew older, I became more like my mother due to the vast amount of time we spent together, going to church, going to church, going to church, youth leagues, my singing engagements, speaking engagements and other things that filled my time.  I was coming into my own and starting to feel out who I was, I quickly became a popular kid with the adults mostly and all noted my skills and abilities, however, on the home front, support was lacking from "dad".   He became jealous of the relationship mom and I sha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.emeraldinsight.com/fig/0890330407001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 297px;" src="http://www.emeraldinsight.com/fig/0890330407001.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;red, and was intent on breaking us apart and my spirit whenever he had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freshman year in high school, I became the most popular student among my peers, even those who called me vicious names were now making allies and befriending me.  My involvement increased exponentially and I was free to be who I was, with the support of Mom, only.  This support is crucial for the youth.  It's hard enough living in a world whose ideals generate from being part of the group instead of individual expression and appreciation of diversity.  My mom has always (except for one occasion) allowed me to express my individuality and no one dared to say anything, at least not in earshot range!  Parents must take the time to validate a child's emotional truth and teach them that is o.k. for you to be expressive and not repressive.  The confidence and affirmation I received allowed me to be comfortable in my own skin and I did not seek other routes for attention and affirmation in questionable and risky activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the black gay community, especially in the south (VA,NC,GA, FL etc) the same gender loving (sgl) mentors, committed partners are nearly impossible to identify.  It's like the red and white elephant in the room that no one wants to discuss.  We can identify each other through key terms and phrases, making eye contact and all other ridiculous forms of communication which keeps us bound like a freed slave.  I must admit, even as a church boy all my life it's definitely taken a lot to come to a place where I could reconcile my faith and my sexuality.  I did it on my own without a mentor to help me through one of the hardest times, but I am thankful for it.  Although, when I think about it, I wonder if my heterosexual siblings encountered the same battles as I.  Did they have to ask themselves similar questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't write it all in one post, so let me end this with a call to action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you are a adult black gay male/female reader I'm talking to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a RESPONSIBILITY to&lt;br /&gt;BE a mentor and role model to our youth, not forgetting where you you came from and how you got to where you are now. You must always look back to see if you can help those who are transitioning through the very same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You MUST be compassionate, AFFIRMING, passionate and selfless!&lt;br /&gt;WE must cultivate the future and leave our legacy behind.  No one will remember you when you are six feet deep, unless you have had IMPACT on a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be the TEACHER and the STUDENT. The youth have much to teach, and you must acknowledge this.  You are a mentor and a role model and you already know this, whether  you like it or not. People look up to you. Don't shun your responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading. Don't forget to follow me, subscribe and comment. Thanks for the love thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-4828120375823387304?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/4828120375823387304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/4828120375823387304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-gays-damaged-beyond-repair.html' title='Are the Gays Damaged Beyond Repair?'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-7199200861932876042</id><published>2009-05-09T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T03:10:29.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyonce fires light man diva sasha fierce'/><title type='text'>Beyonce: Somebody's Getting Fired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Watch below as Sasha Fierce give someone the pink slip and stayed on beat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4uZz3mplca4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4uZz3mplca4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce went all diva during her show last night in Rotterdam, Holland and fired somebody for not turning the right lights on at the right time!! Listen around the 6 second mark!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For real B? In front of the WHOLE WORLD? GANGSTA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-7199200861932876042?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/7199200861932876042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/7199200861932876042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/05/beyonce-somebodys-getting-fired.html' title='Beyonce: Somebody&apos;s Getting Fired'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-1328117204983273597</id><published>2009-05-08T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T03:14:54.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bow Wow Homophobia Omarion O gay'/><title type='text'>No He Didn't!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2065/2109784928_f1255d32d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 157px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2065/2109784928_f1255d32d6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Bow Wow has been the center of the LGBT news after commenting that he did not want a gay man to cut his hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Although the response has been very swift and varied in opinions take a look at a response that is sure to give you keke!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This video comes from the Hodge Twins, who were featured on www.loldarian.com  a few months ago.  Get into this video below as they respond to Bow Wow's open admission of homophobia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8LAnpRxwV3w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8LAnpRxwV3w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-1328117204983273597?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/1328117204983273597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/1328117204983273597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-he-didnt.html' title='No He Didn&apos;t!'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2065/2109784928_f1255d32d6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-5568525298330040504</id><published>2009-05-08T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:13:53.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morehouse President Speaks Out About Homophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://uppitynegronetwork.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/gay-tolerance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://uppitynegronetwork.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/gay-tolerance.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Morehouse College President Speaks about Homophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard about it yet, take some time to check out the speech given by Morehouse College's president, Robert M. Franklin, at a student town hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full transcript of the speech on the HBCU+HRC Blog (&lt;a href="http://voicetruthhbcu.blogspot.com/" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://voicetruthhbcu.blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;spot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)! Also, the speech was mentioned in the opinion section of the Washington Post. You can find that article here: &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/db2bax" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/db2bax&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-5568525298330040504?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/5568525298330040504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/5568525298330040504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/05/morehouse-president-speaks-out-about.html' title='Morehouse President Speaks Out About Homophobia'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244528905552368132.post-8822079241366669980</id><published>2009-05-08T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:08:20.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adamsweblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ShawnQT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CoreyKeith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YBandDL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living Out Loud with Darian'/><title type='text'>My First Cup of Tea...Enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/SgTkSfvY71I/AAAAAAAAAA4/uBC88brzdzQ/s1600-h/ferreli_ringonit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/SgTkSfvY71I/AAAAAAAAAA4/uBC88brzdzQ/s320/ferreli_ringonit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333638865122553682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"LAMAR PEREZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;How You Dewin! I'm Here....You're Sooo Kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is what you have &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALLLL&lt;/span&gt; been subconsciously waiting for. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;weet Tea is a staple of the south and a $1 at McDonalds, but my TEA is only available here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  After following the blogs of several bloggers like Adamsweblog, ShawnQT, CoreyKeith, Living Out Loud with Darian, YBandDL , I am stepping out and hope that I dont burst my ASS.  With your love and support I will be here until it all falls down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold on for the ride, follow me, comment, send some luv, invite me to dinner and be nice to me...lol.  Looking for mentors in the blogosphere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244528905552368132-8822079241366669980?l=lamarperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/8822079241366669980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244528905552368132/posts/default/8822079241366669980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarperez.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-cup-of-teaenjoy.html' title='My First Cup of Tea...Enjoy'/><author><name>Lamar Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449405664976162517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEsYK59Gj2E/To-QntpmUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JTqTabe5iLA/s220/Picture%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7d3M1CGZ1Fk/SgTkSfvY71I/AAAAAAAAAA4/uBC88brzdzQ/s72-c/ferreli_ringonit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
