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This winter, GHETTOHEAT® will proudly present: CONVICT’S CANDY, the new controversial novel by DAMON “AMIN” MEADOWS and JASON POOLE, Essence bestseller of LARCENY. Please note that a newer version of GHETTOHEAT® with an introduction by JASON POOLE will be available soon, and that dates for the CONVICT’S CANDY tour will be posted shortly. In the meantime, pre-orders for CONVICT’S CANDY are now being taken, in which books will be available for customers only at a special price of $10, starting now until November 30th. All customers interested in taking advantage of the promotional sale, send checks and money orders made payable to GHETTOHEAT® to: GHETTOHEAT® P.O. BOX 2746 NEW YORK, NY 10027 Thanks in advance, everyone! An excerpt from CONVICT'S CANDY “Begin ten-minute move,” the Correctional Officer had yelled over the loudspeaker, as he alerted inmates of their time limit to get to their next destination. In federal prison, this was called “controlled movement”, which was regulated hourly. Had an inmate not made his destination before the end of the move, he had been considered “out-of-bounds”, which caused minor infractions. “Damn, look how these fools scurry around like roaches once the move is announced,” Candy had said while she and Jose looked outside onto the compound from their cell window. “Yeah, I see. Ooh, Candy, look at Abdul’s fine ass,” Jose had responded in a sensual manner, as he’d lustfully laid eyes on the Muslim heading towards the gym. “I thought you warned me that Muslims were off limits,” Candy had stated, referring to the one-on-one prison rules amongst the inmates Jose had schooled her on three weeks ago. “They’re definitely off limits, but that doesn’t mean we can’t look and fantasize,” Jose had answered softly as he sounded like a woman. After the first week of rooming together, Candy and Jose had quickly become best friends, the two found out that they’d had a lot in common, although they were different. Unlike Candy, who had been obviously an openly transsexual at the facility, Jose had been considered a confused undercover gay male with latent female tendencies, being closeted and scared to reveal his sexuality, yet had been fully unaware that he was heading into the direction of becoming a transgender; being very soft and effeminate. Although Jose had desperately wanted to come out of the closet, he had been scared to proudly display his sexuality, afraid that he’d have problems with other vicious openly gay men that courted “down low” men; Jose feared that the homosexuals would be intimidated by his good looks—ultimately physically attacking Jose if he’d stole away their attention from the trades. Jose had been considered a “pretty boy” who had perfectly smooth, cream-colored skin, wavy shoulder-length hair and long eyelashes; ones he’d batted whenever Jose had cut his large green eyes. Jose never had to shave, only having a few small hairs that had grown under his chin, in which Jose had plucked out with his tweezers. Outside of the cell, Jose had carried himself like a true gentleman, yet behind his cell door with Candy, he frolicked about like a flaming queen; Jose traipsed around in homemade thongs, cropped T-shits, cut-off shorts and shower slippers. Other than Yalonda, Candy and Ray, who had easily spotted a man with gay tendencies by the way he’d walked, talked and by other body gestures and mannerisms, no other inmates on the compound had known of Jose’s secret; yet one officer had discovered that Jose was gay. Correctional Officer Mummy, a discreet, undercover trade had stumbled across Jose’s bundle of gay magazines and homemade female clothing, as he’d searched Jose’s cell recently during a routine shake down. Since then, the officer had become his secret admirer; often he’d left bottles of Thierry Mugler’s Angel perfume under Jose’s pillow while he’d worked at the infirmary. Then there was Ray, who Jose had shared his first sexual experience with; Jose had become obsessed with giving Ray oral sex since their initial meeting. Frequently, Ray had met Jose at his job, where he’d secretly given Ray oral pleasure inside of a broom closet; repeatedly he’d hungrily engulfed Ray’s rock-hard penis. Unbeknownst to Ray, Jose had fallen in love with him, yet he wasn’t effeminate enough for Ray. Jose not fully coming out of the closet before Candy had appeared, had put a damper on Jose courting Ray; Candy’s exquisiteness and feminine charm continued to cause a ruckus amongst the men throughout the entire jail. All the “down low” trades, especially Ray, had wanted a piece of Candy. Being totally discreet, Jose had never informed Candy of him and Ray’s companionship; he’d seen how much Candy had admired Ray—being head-over-heels for the trade. Jose also had been aware of Ray being secretly attracted to Candy, yet hadn’t made a move on her, which made Jose puzzled as to why. Ray had been plotting and scheming, playing his cards strategically across the board. He’d plan to set Candy up at the right time and take full advantage of the golden opportunity; which would become wide open. “Well, I guess you’re right,” Candy had replied. “There’s no crime in looking.” “Yes, but don’t ever let them catch you looking,” Jose had answered with a serious look on his face. “I know what you mean. I made the mistake of glancing at that guy named, Trigger, and his little crazy ass went off on me.” “Trigger isn’t as tough as he seems,” Jose had replied as he rolled his eyes. “I know…it’s something about Trigger…but, anyway, I don’t want to talk about him right now.” “So let’s talk about you being the ‘Queen Bitch’ of South Beach—tell me all the stories, Candy!” Jose had requested, enthralled by Candy’s life experiences. “What do you want to know?” Candy had asked as she giggled naughtily. “Well, tell me this before we go into your adventures, why did you get so upset at me last night when I joked and referred to you as a ‘homo’?” Candy had always despised it when someone had used the term “homo” or “faggot” to describe her sexual orientation, which had always left a sour taste in her mouth in the past—and now, in the present. All her life, Candy had struggled explaining the difference in her alternative lifestyle which left her once again, forced to educate Jose. “Jose, I’m not a homo, and I don’t think you’re one either.” “How can you be so quick to say what I am, Candy?” “Because, Jose, I’ve come across many types of men who were either gay, bisexual, “on the low” and ones who were intrigued with being with or becoming a transsexual. I’m usually good at detecting them all. Being though you haven’t come across many within the prison, you don’t know of the different categories. So honestly, you don’t even know what category you’re in. Now, I’ll school you on the different types, but it’s up to you to decide on what role to take.” “Well, go ahead; teach me,” Jose had squealed as he begged; immediately Jose had put up the cardboard sign in the cell door’s window for privacy. “Okay, Jose, now I know you weren’t intentionally putting me in the same class as a ‘homo’, mostly because I knew that you simply didn’t know the real difference. So, no, I wasn’t upset at you for calling me that. It’s just that the term has been used to ridicule me all my life; and I hate it. “Now, Jose, there are different types of transgender. The most common of the three are transsexuals, in which I’m giving you a fierce description of now; inside and out,” Candy had jokingly bragged, as she’d got up from the bunk and twirled around in a complete circle; Candy emulated a model at a fashion show. “Okay, bitch I get the point, you’re a transvestite,” Jose had said as he’d giggled lightly. “No, Jose, I’m a transsexual, not a transvestite, which is a cross-dresser. Cross-dressers differ from transsexuals, where they have no desire or aren’t preoccupied with removing their sex organs or their primary and secondary sex characteristics—being that transvestites take on both sex roles. Dressing up like the opposite sex sexually arouses them, in which some like to give and receive when having sex.” Candy had explained. “Damn, that sounds like Ke-Ke’s freaky ass. I heard that he goes down in the D-Block and “flips” young boys. Yolanda told me that Ke-Ke goes there and sucks on them young niggas dicks, then slips his finger in their asshole. If the dude lets Ke-Ke continue fingering him, he then turns back into “Keith”; proceeding to fuck them,” Jose had said as he’d gasp and cringed; shocked of Ke-Ke’s sex acts. “Well, I heard something like that myself. I’d also heard some other fucked up shit about Ke-Ke. I—” “Okay, okay, enough about that cum-guzzling whore. Candy, tell me more about the different types of transgender,” Jose had pleaded, eager to learn. “Alright, calm down. The third is a hermaphrodite. True hermaphrodites are rare and characterized by being born with both male and female organs; at birth, having the equal amount of male and female chromosomes.” “Damn, what are you some sort of doctor or something?” Jose had asked surprisingly, amazed at how knowledgeable Candy had been of the terms. “No, I’m not a doctor, silly,” Candy had smirked before she’d continued. “So those are the different types of transgender. Now, let’s discuss the different types of gay men. Lately there’s been this hype about homosexual men who are “on the low” or considered “down low” men. These men are usually afraid or ashamed to come out of the closet for various reasons, many reasons. Even here in prison, you have a lot of masculine men running around here who love to suck dick and take it in the ass—some you wouldn’t even imagine.” Candy had replied as she’d turned up her nose. “Again, like I said earlier, sounds like you talking about Ke-Ke’s beastly-looking ass, or rather should I say, ‘Keith’,” Jose had retorted if he had a problem with Ke-Ke. “No, Jose, I’m talking more like—,” Candy had stopped herself, she opted not to give her opinion on a guy she’d become suspicious of, not having full confirmation on the inmate’s sexual preference. “Well, let’s just say there are a lot of men, masculine men who have sex discreetly with other men, while protecting their identity. “Then there are bisexual men who have sex with both men and women. In some cases these men don’t favor one sex over the other, being satisfied by both. Yet others prefer to be with a man but continue to have sex with women because of denial, confusion, or for not wanting anyone to know about their true preference. Sometimes, these types of men would even try to court me, due to the fact that I’m close to being a woman than an effeminate man, such as yourself at the moment,” Candy had stated to Jose after teaching him a lesson about transgender and gay men categories. “What? What are you trying to say, Candy?” Jose had asked, as he’d snapped; now defensive. “Jose,” Candy had begun, “honestly, and don’t get upset and take this personal, but I feel that you’re very effeminate—look at you,” Candy had stated, as she’d pulled Jose towards the mirror that hung over the sink and positioned him in front of it; as they’d both seen each other’s reflection. “You’re so pretty and soft, just like me…there’s a woman inside of you that’s just dying to come out. But there’s something that’s keeping her in. Now, I personally don’t know exactly why you’re so scared to release her and face reality, but, Jose, one day you’re going to have to look in the mirror and decide who it is you’re really meant to be,” Candy had sincerely said to Jose, as the two stared long and hard at each other through the mirror. Immediately, tears had fallen silently from Jose’s wide green eyes, as his newfound reality had set in. CONVICT’S CANDY, the new controversial novel by DAMON “AMIN” MEADOWS and JASON POOLE, Essence bestseller of LARCENY. CONVICT’S CANDY—A GHETTOHEAT® PRODUCTION. ISBN 0974298220. People, I hope that you’ve enjoyed reading the excerpt, as my two artists have worked hard on it, under extreme measures and with limited resources within the federal prison where they’re based. Well, everyone, it’s time for me to wrap this newsletter up, it being late and all. I’ve been beyond busy, as my new three artists, TRE BLACK, DAMON “AMIN” MEADOWS and JASON POOLE all keep me rather busy, in addition to me running this company effectively and solely, takes up a lot of my time. Yet I’ve explained to you in the past that: men work from sun-to-sun, but a true hustler’s business is never done. So know that I’ll always have much to do, me being HICKSON: THE ULTIMATE HUSTLER!!! H I C K S O N CEO of GHETTOHEAT® Publisher of GHETTOHEAT®, CONVICT’S CANDY and SKATE ON! GHETTOHEAT® P.O. BOX 2746 NEW YORK, NY 10027 GHETTOHEAT.COM GHETTOHEAT®: THE HOTNESS IN THE STREETS!!!™ | ||
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