Prior to the BLM movement I was not attracted to black men and although my motto is NO LOADS REFUSED, I would sometimes refuse their loads at the circuit parties and slam shacks.

After the rioting across the nation I realized that even though my heart wasn’t racist, my backsnatch was. The first time a wild black buck split my cheeks I was nervous at first but then Jermaine (known locally as Jampony Jermaine) said the magic words that eased my fears and apprehension: “take that b********* you weak white b****!” I immediately relaxed and accepted my penance as a racist white man.

With every thrust or “take it hoe” I realized this was Jermaine’s love language. Later as he was leafing through my wallet and taking 3 or 4 $20 notes I realized Jampony Jermaine’s love language was also gift giving.

Jermaine turned me on to the wild parties at Cleo’s and since then I’m a bonafide chocoholic! 🍫👅 Thanks for turning me out like the hoe that I am Jermaine!

Simply,

Corvallus Bronson Winslow III