Is what our friends say about our relationships that important? Admittedly, our friends get a front row seat to our lives, being able to see things we often can’t see. They can provide a level of foreshadowing that would make any novelist jealous. They can see our relationship plane wreck based on the velocity, temperature, and visibility. Meanwhile we are the passengers who don’t freak out until the oxygen bags fall from the ceiling.

Put simply, our friends can see pieces of the puzzle that our dumbasses are too blind to see. When in love, we can become dickmatized. And no, that’s not just related to the phallus or hoo-hoo. A lot of dating is smoke and mirrors, and if we can’t see through it, we can find ourselves falling for an illusion, loving a shadow, not the person we really see.

Meanwhile, our friends are colorblind to the bullshit. They can reaffirm our darkest thoughts about a relationship, be the conscience that we are willing to ignore.  And really, that’s one of the best things about friends: they can provide us with another viewpoint.

Naturally, what our friends say about our relationships should be taken with a grain of salt; we can’t live always seeking approval from our others. When I got out of my first serious relationship, everyone came out of the woodwork to say not only how better off I was now but also that he was never good for me to begin with. At the time, of course, I was bothered by these revelations, but with hindsight being a 20/20 experience, I see how correct these assertions were. It was easy to write off minor incidents as the relationship was happening, but my friends kept the score. Though I’m glad they let me make my own mistakes, I wonder how useful it would’ve been if they had sat me down and forced me to listen.

There’s a fine balance in listening to your friends about relationships (especially when it comes to your single ones who haven’t had a man in over seven years, like they know how to keep a man). There’s also the segment of friends who are so truthful that they come off as hateful goats. I love them, but they can be hateful. No, I’m not going to poison my partner’s coffee a little bit every day until he dies, you hateful goat. But this is why having a variety of friends with a variety of viewpoints is so important, albeit crazy. But even with these crazy ideas, there are always ways to get out of relationships without using force. Well except if maybe your go-go dancing boyfriend is beating you until you’re black and blue. Then by all means, use force.

I’d want my friends to be honest with me about what they think about a future partner. But in all realness, I hope it never gets to that point. If I have to ask if something is right, then it’s not right for me. And with friends like mine, I know they will tell me what’s up, no T no shade.

I don’t know if Karl was right about my friend and his new beau.  They may be soulmates, or they may only last a few more months. But even with this knowledge, I’m happy for him. We all need a Karl to keep us honest and on our toes. It’s the best part of having a friend.

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From: Oakland
How do you identify?: Transgender

Occupation: Social Entreprenuer; Filmmaker; Scholar; Artist

How do you describe your style?:
I describe my style as urban vintage skater boy. I love vintage and the skater aesthetic and I love to combine them.

What is your ”go to” or signature item you use to make your outfit/attire complete/pop?:
Vintage t-shirts always make my outfits pop!

What is your must have accessory: A vintage t-shirt. I have so many in my wardrobe.

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Growing up in the church, I never saw the serpent or Satan as a sympathetic creature. Truth is, I never really thought of the serpent much in general. Evil was always a sort of otherworldly force, and though we gave it the name Satan, it was seldom in relation to the serpent and really was only used to accentuate the Book of Revelations. Evil just existed and was part of the plan. Evil was a personal battle.

Even though Lent is over, it was rather fitting that I was portraying a serpent. Lately I’ve been battling my own temptations, and here I was asked to play the very image of temptation. To me, the serpent is empowerment. He’s the true middle finger to the establishment. Anything that can destroy perfection is something to keep an eye on. I feel like I took a bite of the apple from the Tree of Knowledge. I can see clearly. By becoming the serpent, wisdom, I was taking a chance to spread something I know, to possibly inspire others or at least get others to think differently. The apple isn’t such a strange fruit after all.

While one of the ideas of Lent is that by fasting we can wean ourselves off of various desires, it’s fairly common to return to the status quo. In three months I could be back to my old tricks, attending happy hour three times a week and spending a multitude of hours online looking for Mr. Right Now, but this experience has been eye opening.  The fact that I’ve seen this growth over the course of one month just makes me wonder how much change I could see in a year. I want to continue to improve, to be the best that I can be, and accept every bit of who I am.

We all have multiple facets to who we are. We have dark thoughts, memories, urges. Too often we don’t accept those parts of us, due to embarrassment or fear being ostracized by those both close and far. It’s not only okay but encouraging to recognize the true self. Of course this doesn’t equate to always “being on,” and I have no intention to be that way; that would take a lot of energy. It has been such a positive feeling, though, to not think there’s anything wrong with me. I’m just going to continue to be myself.

Sometimes we need a shakeup and a change in order to realize what’s important to us. It’s so easy to fall into a rut. I lost myself. In the pursuit of achieving freedom and fitting in, I imprisoned myself. These past forty-plus days have been eye opening. I went from a break up to thinking I was a ho, to cold turkey on my desires to a bit of enlightenment. I’ve wandered my own personal desert, but I don’t miss the rain.

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The question of freedom, as it relates to all humanity and, more specifically, the LGBTQ and Black community in the U.S., demands a high level of discernment.  Is there a correlation between freedom and behavior (individual and communal)?  Should our freedom to act or behave in particular ways override any potential harms, including negative image and stereotype continuations, that may result from that behavior? Are we even called to live in freedom responsibly? Although hard questions, they are intrinsic to societal and inner-cultural growth.

I am referencing acts generally understood as permissible by the edicts of the land.  Freedom to exploit our body through the msm tab on Craigslist is not a green light to do so.  Freedom to sag our Levi’s to a disgraceful and distasteful level, under the semblance of hip-hop fashion, is not a green light to do so.  Freedom to call another gay man girl, fag, ladyboy, etc., no matter how playful the lingo, is not a green light to do so.  Freedom to objectify our brothers and sisters as mere instruments of physical pleasure or niggas and bitties is not a green light to do so.  Freedom to get diva or ghetto because something did not turn out as we hoped is not a green light to do so. Freedom to have unprotected sex, while HIV rates continue to rise in the black community is not a green light to do so.  Freedom to live on the DL while in a heterosexual marriage is not a green light to do so.  While these types of idioms and behaviors are certainly not illegal, they are neither progressive in the march toward uplifting community nor do they promote an expanded moral consciousness.

As the Pauline Letter to Galatians encourages, do no use your freedom to indulge in the sinful nature; rather, serve one another in love.   I do not wish to engage in a theological discussion of sin by referencing this scripture, but rather to call attention to the moral responsibility, particularly in behavior, that accompanies freedom.  If our freedom to behave poorly imposes any moral injustice on the greater community or on an individual, then we are best served by reevaluating that behavior or set of behaviors.  We must also hold the community or individual that engages and condones those behaviors accountable. When my family observed that I, through my words, spoke very disrespectfully to my partner, they unashamedly told me to think about the hurt I may be causing him; they reminded me that I am responsible for my tongue and the damage it incurs.  When my middle-aged friends describe the drama involved in their weekend “sexcapades,” I gently remind them of the lasting image they create for themselves and the whole the community.  When strangers on the bus are bold enough to advocate for the standing elderly while the youthful thoughtlessly sit, they are beckoning the reminders of responsibility in their freedom.   Nelson Mandela remarked for to be free is not merely to cast off ones [own] chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedoms of others.  Family, this is the weight we must bear for our freedom.

Freedom usually comes as the result of long and hard-fought collective battles. We must be good stewards of those battles.  Once freedom is obtained; it must be maintained.  It is maintained by understanding our individual and communal responsibility to live in it and the fortitude to contest behaviors that do not genuinely promote it.  As we await the opinion of our lands Justices regarding marriage equality, let us start down the footpath of actualizing our current freedoms that hopes of obtaining this particular new freedom may incite an awareness of the behavior that ought to follow.  Let us impress upon ourselves the impudence to live out this country’s founding principle—Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness—by accepting the weight of responsibility for freedom.

Grace, Peace, and Kindness within our community.

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Clay conquered the worlds of film, television, and print before reaching 21 years of age. He stands as an award-winning novelist, playwright, actor, and filmmaker. He received three NAACP theatre awards as well as three Drama-logue awards for writing, directing, and co-producing the stage play, Ritual. Ritual opened the doors for Clay to direct and write for its film adaptation. This new opportunity gave him his Jury Award at the Pan African Film Festival.

In print, Clay triumphs still more. He has authored three novels and a novella.  As former editor-in-chief of Black Beats Magazine, he has written hundreds of featured stories, book/film reviews, and celebrity interviews.

This brother is an elder who still strives to push his creativity and his artistry to new heights. He inspires the youth to live their dreams and make them a reality. He is definitely one of my role models and a good friend. Clay, I salute you.

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The conversations started out innocently enough; he helped me learn about my new neighborhood’s surroundings and some of the hot spots in the city. Slowly, our relationship moved from innocence, to maybe going on a date, to full-on fantasy. Nothing wrong with that. But somehow, our conversations made a wrong turn in Albuquerque and ended up in Barebackistan.

Now, I’m not knocking anyone who visits Barebackistan. It’s a lovely place with the right person. However, with the wrong person, you can find yourself in some Brokedown Palace scenario, unexpectedly smuggling something across the border and getting checked at customs. And as much as my friends and I joke about our fantasies—that we want a guy to Treasure Island Media us or pull a Desert Knights if we find him extremely hot—it’s just that: a joke. In this case, the line went from joke fantasy to just plain uncomfortable.

The first thoughts that crossed my mind were, How many others guys does he tell this to? And how many guys let him? I’d have been foolish to think I was the only one. Now, I get part of it and why I may have mildly entertained the ideas of fantasy for half a second. Actually living your fantasies is a thrill. And who doesn’t enjoy a little dirty talk? “Oh you want me to dress up like a football player and tackle you down?” Hot. “Want me to be plantation owner and take out my aggression on you as a slave?” Umm, hmm. “Oh you want me to be the slave now?” Hell no. There’s a spectrum of fantasy, and I greatly appreciate it. But when the line is crossed, it just becomes uncomfortable. And no safety word can alleviate that feeling.

The conversation continued this way for months. We would drop off the radar. Then, we’d text each other just to say hi, but every time we texted, it came up somehow.

“Hey, how are you? You around later?”

 “I’m free after 4:30 and can host at my place.”

My loins would speak on my behalf every time. I’d say I’m available and the next question on my end would be …

“Protected right?”

There would be a pause, followed by,

“Nah, I don’t like it that way. I want it raw with you.”

In my head I kept hearing Shao Kahn saying, “Finish Him! FATALITY!” But there was no way I could win this round. He was bent on doing the forbidden dance with me. We were at a standstill, with no one willing to compromise.

In the back of my mind, I had hoped he was always bluffing, as so many of us do in these situations, but unfortunately, he was very real. But I was real too. I didn’t leave everything behind in Phoenix to only catch the booty flu upon my arrival in New York City.  We both practiced détente, slowly easing out of texts until I didn’t hear from him outside of random Facebook updates. The Pretty One became just another face in the crowd.

I dodged a bullet. There’s no what-if scenario here. But what could drive someone to be so insistent on pulling nonconsensual behavior? Of course, I said no for my own self-preservation. I just would have hoped for more with him. Fantasy melded into reality. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but in a city like New York, where people will take advantage of you if you don’t take advantage of them first, I had to say no and walk away. Sure, he claimed to be negative both on his profile and in our conversations, but sex is like any other transaction in life: You should always ask for a receipt. If adults consent to what they want to do, then I don’t have anything to say. I just like having other options. I’m not at a point to live on the edge.

The truth is, it all scares me.  I recently tested for HIV (as I do every three months) and even though I’ve been doing it since I was an HIV counselor in college, it still scares me. I’m afraid of getting a result I won’t like. I am terrified whenever I exhibit flu symptoms. It’s the reality I live in, what many of us live in. I don’t think it’s irrational to be afraid of it. Outside of complete celibacy there is always a risk. In this season of Lent, in working to abstain from this temptation, I’ve rethought what drives me. Sure, I have new strength in saying no. But why is it important that I know this now? Honestly? I want to keep my uniqueness. I don’t want to be a statistic. I don’t want to be another black man in New York City with HIV.  That’s a club with a large membership as it is, and I’m fine passing on the opportunity to pledge. Call it a pride thing. Call it being treated like an endangered species, an exotic animal that no one really quite knows where it belongs. Either way, I want to stay as I am, an anomaly to the establishment, a young queer educated STI-free black male.  It’s not just about me anymore. It’s about the survival of us all.

I hear Barebackistan is great this time of year. But I think I’d rather go to Tahiti.

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No cliché can describe the powerful prose of Harvey’s tongue and yet, as I try to define it, words fail me. I don’t know how to adequately describe the effortless ease with which she talks about some of the most uncomfortable, vulnerable topics or the inviting tone that makes you feel as if she’s met you the day you were born. And then there’s Harvey’s intensity; as her mother says, this is a woman who can pack an entire workshop of advice into a one-minute conversation.

Harvey’s gift with words must be heard firsthand to be truly appreciated. Lucky for us, she’s a woman who loves to share. A committed “GROWTHologist” who “teaches GROWN folks how to GROW up,” Harvey helps adults become better communicators in all aspects of their lives, whether at home, the workplace, or the bedroom. “[In school], they made sure that we were book smart but…now we’re living life; we’re not living a book,” Harvey says. “No one’s asked me about algebra since I left high school. But everybody has wanted to communicate with me. They’ve wanted me to align my personality to someone else’s, they’ve wanted me to love, to be loyal.”

To help us become life smart, Harvey holds workshops and personal growth retreats, travels as a motivational speaker, and hosts an internet radio program, Conversations w. Angie Harvey. This month, Harvey’s message of GROWTH conquers yet another medium; Let’s T.A.L.K. with Angie Harvey, an internet TV program where Harvey helps men and women deal with their challenges and GROW, premiers on Q-Roc TV on March 25.

In each of these venues, she speaks on dozens of topics including education, mental health, family, “me time,” sex, relationships, and personal GROWTH. Her work has a heavy emphasis on these last three topics, as she believes they are “the keys to what we do and who we are in life.”

Long before she spoke about these topics professionally, she had conversations about them with friends in her home. “We just talked about all of the things that people didn’t talk about in relationships—they don’t talk about money, they don’t talk about sex,” she says. “We would have those conversations so much that people knew that when they came to my house it would turn into a workshop of sorts.” In 2002, Harvey’s homegrown workshop became the professional workshop, “What’s Love Got To Do With It?” when DC Black Pride, Washington, D.C.’s annual LGBT celebration, accepted her proposal requesting to speak at the event.

Since that first presentation, Harvey has created over 90 workshops including, “The Key to the Perfect Orgasm,” “That’s Not Love, That’s Stupid,” and “Saying Good-bye to Yesterday: The Art of Letting Go.” A proud same-gender-loving woman, Harvey stresses that her work is for everyone. “All of our relationships kind of sort of look the same. And it’s important to me that heterosexual people know that and it’s important that homosexual people know that too,” she says.

That being said, Harvey still strives to send her community plenty of love and lessons in GROWTH. In “Same Sex, Different Everything Else,” Harvey works to dispel the myth that partners of the same gender don’t have the same communication issues as those in heterosexual relationships—a message she believes is particularly important for women.

In fact, a discussion on the importance of loving and celebrating women quickly becomes one of those wonderful workshops in one minute that her mother warns of: “Women are the foundation of what this world is…You can tell that we’re powerful because people are afraid of us. You can tell that we’re passionate because people envy us. You can tell that we’re purposeful because people are jealous of us,” she says. “Yet we’re not clear about how to use that power and… still be a woman and not be a bitch, not be hated or not care if we are.”

Harvey has been hired to speak at events across the country, including the Human Rights Campaign, most Black Pride celebrations, and even a few pulpits. But what is, perhaps, even more impressive than her resume is the fact that she has booked all of her work without the help of a public relations team; instead, she has relied entirely on word-of-mouth recommendations. Though this strategy may sound like a marketing nightmare to those in the business, it works for Harvey because her workshops make such an impact on people that they want to share her words with others. One woman once told Harvey, “You’ve given me more in this hour and a half workshop than I’ve gotten in six years of therapy”—a comment which Harvey calls one of the most satisfying affirmations she’s received in her career.

So what are Harvey’s secrets to success? At her workshops, participants sit in a semicircle; everyone is “exposed” and no one can hide from Harvey or from his or her feelings. She also relies on humor to put participants at ease and encourage them to open up. She compares that relationship you walked way from to those socks you replaced with new ones because you were too lazy to do laundry and says that our emotional baggage is like an American Express Card: we never leave home without it. “I know that I have to be funny [because] we talk about some heavy stuff. If it was just stuff and I didn’t crack a joke, I think people…would be uncomfortable.” Harvey also makes sure that participants leave her workshops not just understanding what their challenges are, but also understanding how to fix them. “I call it applying the paint [to the wall]…The paint being the knowledge, the wall being your world,” she says. “If don’t apply the paint, the color of your world never changes.”

Perhaps the most powerful reason for Harvey’s success is simply that people respond to her workshops because they want to. We want to understand our loved ones and know that they understand us. We want to know, as Harvey says, if I love you means, “I’m looking at rings” or “I’ll call you tomorrow.” We’re GROWN folks who really do want to GROW up—we’re just not sure how to get there. Fortunately, we have Harvey to help us, and she promises to help us for the long haul. “I would love for all GROWN folks to GROW up,” she says. “Any way that I can assist with that, that’s what I want to do. This isn’t a job. This is my assignment.”

To learn more about Harvey’s work, visit www.angieharveyonline.com or you can connect with Ms. Harvey at any and all of these links:

http://www.facebook.com/angieharveyonline
http://www.youtube.com/angieharveyonline
http://www.linkedin.com/in/angieharveyonline
http://twitter.com/#!/GrowWithAngie

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The response to this has been quite different from what I expected. When I tell people I gave up drinking, the response is usually along the lines of, “How will you survive in New York?” or “I could never do that.” While I think these responses scream of an alcoholic epidemic in New York City among twenty-somethings, the response to the sex fast was not on the same level. Essentially it was, “Oh, I could do that.”

Now, I know I’m not the only one in this city who seeks temptation, but the fact that people are more apt to cry over losing liquor than over sex astounded me, especially coming from queers. Maybe I’m just programmed differently. Or maybe it’s a sign that giving up sex, for me, is in fact a good tool for looking inward. Of course, I don’t feel like it’s out of control, but no one said moderation was a bad thing.  Plus, I did it mostly as a dare. I have two very dear friends who said they would give up dark liquor and fast food if I gave up sex, and this deal has led me to realize how much others cling to the juice, how integral it is for some queers to function.

For my own part, I’m finding the no-drinking thing to be harder than the no-sex thing. It’s not because I’m craving a drink by any means. Sure, I’d take a hefeweizen if offered, but it’s not a crippling desire. Really, the issue is that of pressure; college has come and gone, but there is still pressure to drink among my peers.

I don’t believe drinking is a bad thing in and of itself. The problem begins when drinking becomes a coping mechanism.  I still go out to bars with friends, ordering Shirley Temples or just taking a Coke. Even if I stay out late, I find myself being able to wake up early and groggy free. It’s made my day much easier to manage, and I’ve rediscovered my love for a true breakfast, not this brunch business that everyone clamors for at 2 PM.

While I gave up sex on a dare, I decided to give up drinking for Lent to see if I could steer toward activities that don’t rely on consumption (Well, that, and to see how much money I actually spend on booze).  Over the course of my alcohol detox, I’ve found that for too many of us, drinking is the first option for social gatherings. Need to catch up with a friend? Get a drink. Happy it’s Friday? Get a drink special. Going to brunch instead of breakfast because waking up before 10 AM on the weekend is hard? Make it a boozy brunch. How can we function when we are drunk all of the time outside of our 9 to 5s? Or are our friends so unbearable to hang with that we need to be buzzed to tolerate them?

I’ve discovered this Lent a new strength: the power of No. I’d never before realized its strength. It’s been empowering to feel in control. Turns out, one of the easiest ways to make someone uneasy is to refuse to drink. I even get a slight thrill being told that I am meaner now. I’m just feeling like less of a pushover, especially at a bar full of obnoxious drunkards. If I had known how empowering it is to say no to a drink, I wouldn’t have started drinking in college.

Not drinking has forced me to reexamine where I hang out and with whom I associate. I still believe that there’s not anything wrong with a having drink, but I’ve rediscovered all the activities I can take part in that don’t involve drinking. I don’t need to drink a margarita with my Mexican food. I don’t need to drink to listen to Keyshia Cole (Okay, that’s a lie, I can barely stand listening to her sober). I don’t need to watch movies with a buzz. Fact: drinking red wine while watching movies makes me sleepy. When sober, I am actually able to stay awake through Cloud Atlas. I’m accomplishing more and feeling better about myself, no longer feeling the pressure to have one more drink. I feel freer and am even contemplating cutting out the sauce permanently—except for special occasions like weddings and divorces.

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Whatever SWAG is, it has become an inseparable concept linked to black folks and black culture. Noted black photographer Dawoud Bey may have described its physicality best writing, “…to what may be called the expressivity of individual Black body, moving himself through the world with power, grace, and style calculated to bring the body into alignment with its own stylistic and expressed powers through sheer celebratory comportment.” While many of us are able to recognize SWAG when we see it, we may not always ask the questions From where is real SWAG rooted? and Why do some of us work so hard for this particular acknowledgment?

Appreciation of characteristics most obviously seen gives no measure to our depth, gives no measure to the health of our inner being. I proclaim that Real Swag must be rooted in Spirit and Spirituality. For a healthy Spirit and spiritual life bears a fruit greater than any picturesque quality by which we can measure a man (or woman). As Christian scripture suggests, a healthy Spirit births “love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.” These are innately attractive qualities by which SWAG ought to be measured.  When present in our soul they are mesmerizing, even remaining evident during the worst of our days.

As we move through our communities with apparent “power, grace, and style,” let us not forget to pause in self-examination. Is the reality of SWAG I try to create for myself just a need for peer acceptance? Or is my “celebratory comportment” the result of an intentional spiritual life?  How we, individually, answer these questions will determine the true magnitude and inspiration of our SWAG.

My encouragement is that our swagger may be rooted in the fruit of a cultivated Spirit. Our conversations with one another should be full of Love. The energy that attracts people to us ought to be that of Joy. We should be preoccupied with creating Peace around us. Dealings with friends and family should be covered in Patience. Kindness and Goodness should be gifted to whomever we encounter. Our commitments to one another and the community ought to be strengthened by Faithfulness and Gentleness. Our daily actions guided in Self-Control.

When we have seen the nourishment of our community, catered by the growth of our Spirit and strengthened by the fruits of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control then we will be able to proclaim our REAL SWAG.

Grace, Peace, and Kindness within our community.

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Today on Who’s The T, I present award-winning journalist Antoine Craigwell, founder of the organization Depressed Gay Black Man (DBGM). This LGBT organization raises awareness of the pandemic of depression in the black gay community. It strives to save lives by conducting forums around the nation that educate and unmask the taboo of depression within our community. In addition to creating these forums, Craigwell teamed up with award-winning director Stanley Bennett Clay, an LGBT man of color, to create a documentary entitled “You Are Not Alone,” which contains interviews with mental health professionals and actual black gay men who have dealt with depression. “You Are Not Alone” has been screened in various states including New York and California in film festivals, such as the Pan African Film Festival in Los Angeles, and in screenings associated within our community, such as Gay Men of African Descent (GMAD).

Craigwell is an educated elder of the black gay community who is taking a stand in the movement that strives to fight for the mental health of our people. He is teaming up with others in the community in order to help us help ourselves. The T with Craigwell is that he stands for hope, peace of mind, and a strong will to succeed. I definitely salute Antoine Craigwell for his service to the LGBT men of color.

For more information regarding Antoine Craigwell and his organization, please visit www.dbgm.org and for more information regarding the film, YOU ARE NOT ALONE, please go to www.yana-thefilm.com.

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