Growing up in Poochie Belle's and Grandma Haystack's houses, Sundays were for church! Poochie and Grandma would pick out my clothes and them night before. Since I was assigned male at birth of course I had a fresh hair cut and a fresh suit. My uncles and aunts would help decide which cologne to wear in. particular "Cool Water." They would help me review the scriptures I had to read, my holiday speeches, even the songs I would lead in the choir. While I've held a wide range of church hats: from choir member to pastor, I held church dear to my heart. There was nothing like walking into the sanctuary and hearing the choir sing one of my favorite songs before the youth choir had their chance to sing. If it was a Sunday where I'd lead sing, I made sure to be authentic and as sincere as possible. Of course there was homophobia and bullying for being an obviously queer child and dealing with hating myself until my junior and senior years in college. From 2008 until 2022 I found myself at a crossroads. The 2008 Obama era was the catalyst for me deconstructing as the church I was in was very homophobia and surprisingly anti-Black. I started recognizing political and white supremacist ideals that were deeply embeded into American Christianity. I also began embracing my Blackness more. That also spurred my transition to the woman I am. in 2010 I joined the affirming church movement and pastored a while. Then , in 2018 I moved to DC to help a pastor. That move to DC almost hindered my transition until I said I had enough. I also fell victim to sociopathic pastors that used and discarded not only me but other innocent individuals. After being exploited and finding myself homeless without the church's help, I came to the conclusion that Sundays ain't for church no mo.' In 2022, I decided to restructure my Sundays and create my own path in spirituality and self care. I began reading tarot, fully practicing yoga, and going for a good morning run. I would listen to some good COGIC preaching or a good Black podcast. Hell I even listened to the Beyoncé's "Renaissance," album and Durand Bernarr's "Wanderlust" album. Let's fast forward to the present.... Sunday's still ain't for church. It's an October Sunday afternoon and my atheist self is listening to "Lady Tramaine Hawkins sing her 2007 remake of her hit "I Need You." As the songs emotion climbs higher and higher, I'm climbing higher and higher while I puff on freshly rolled blunt. I reminisce on the good days in church and getting ready on Sunday mornings. Memories of my grandma and departed loved ones flow in atmosphere. I relive church performances and various sermons I've preached over the years. I am thankful that Sundays ain't for church no mo. I am thankful that I no longer tie myself to an unreasonable commitment. Sundays are for doing whatever you want to do! Sundays are for resting and relaxing. If you want to indulge in mature activities on Sunday then that's fine. If you choose to go to church or some religious meeting that's okay, but as for me and my house Sundays ain't for church no mo.

2008 was a pivotal year for me. I was a senior in college and I had not yet accepted that I was Black and Queer. I hadn't began deconstructing Christianity so I was straddling the fence and being a hypocritical bitch! Twitter and Facebook had become rivals to Myspace, BlackPlanet, and College Club. Blogging had already taken off in 2004 and I was privy to what blogs were about, but I did not think I had what it takes to start a blog. I would post random notes on Myspace and Facebook but nothing major. I used Google 360 and other platforms to discuss religious ideals which revealed internalized homophobia! Initially wrote under the name Hershey's Kiss during this period. I had gotten super religious in order to cover up my sexuality. During that time I had expressed a crush on one of my college classmates, which I admit I made super awkward unnecessarily. That particular crush confronted me one day about how I moved concerning my crush and my self hatred for me. My ego was bruised and it made me rethink everything about myself. It was at that point that I began to do internal work and began accepting myself and deconstructing somewhat. I first started blogging under the name "Confessions of a Preppy," I wrote about my journey in self acceptance and just figuring me out. I made sure to stay away from religion as I wanted to reach more people and not always be churchy. I followed some Gay blogs as at the time I thought I was just a gay man. As I grew in blogging, I urged for a rebrand and started creating a new name and brand based off my life experiences at the time. I wrote about politics, LGBT rights, and my emerging sexuality. One night I decided to go with the name Musique's Poetry. I had been listening to "Keep on Jumpin'" by the group "Musique." I liked that song and I love the French language. I tried Musique's Poetry on the Blogger platform. That site is actually still up. I didn't really know what I was doing, but thankfully I studied and researched and even learned some tips from The Queen of Shade and the Luckey Star. It was a process but I finally got the hang of it. There I wrote about my love life, family dynamics, my transition and sometimes movie reviews. During this run of Musique's Poetry I learned trans history from the late Monica Roberts and I followed a host of Black Queer Bloggers. During this time I also started the now defunct "The Black Male Nudist." It served as a porn outlet for me, but I started a journey in nudism and I changed my views and let the blog go. As I grew personally, Musique's Poetry grew. Subscribers and Co-authors came and help boost the blog. While my Youtube career blossomed, the blog continued to grow. The Luckey Star was a great mentor during this time. They were one reason why I stepped away from adult content for while. They also advised me to self host to better monetize my blog. I thought about it and did my research. I started off with bluehost, but due to hosting adult content, I moved to Hostgator. I continued blogging. I gained some interviews with notable people. I even had some collabs. During this time I kicked off my podcast career and I linked the blog and the podcast together. I continued blogging until 2020. Due to the pandemic and life changes, I put the blog to rest. I continued to blog on sites like Vocal.media, Patreon, and Substack. After much consideration in 2025 I decided to re-launch my blogging career. I used my stage name for the url, but I was already considering bringing back Musique's Poetry. Well as of October 12, 2026 Musique's Poetry is back and in full effect. However, there's a new fragrance and a new attitude. This rebirth of Musique's Poetry is for Black Transwomen who are sexually liberated, spiritually and ready for the revolution! This blog is for people who stand with Black community and not just the ones you deem acceptable. This is a safe space for those who are sex positive, those who are nudist, and those with eclectic taste. This iteration of Musique's Poetry will express various aspects of my life. I will discuss relationships, gender, politics, and whatever comes to mind. I will also share my deconstruction journey. Since the blog is called "Musique's Poetry," I will include poetry from time to time. I have a dedicated channel for my adult content. There will be a Nudist channel coming soon. I will also have a separate video channel for the podcast. The Adult channel is called "Musique's Playroom." It is membership based for $8.99. The forth coming Nudist Channel includes non-sexual nudity and nudist adventures. I will also include a podcast channel for bonus podcast footage. Be on the lookout for updates on the forthcoming channels. I’ve grown over the last 6 years and I have really discovered much about myself. This blog is for liberated people. This space is a safe space! Now let’s get this party started!!!

This past Monday I ventured onto Threads and posted the following: "Susan Dell is the example of self mutilation that transphobes claim transgender and non-binary people are." I was NOT expecting the responses that I received. Many people agreed while some ignorant souls decided to throw transphobia around in the name of roasting a fascist. I've been holding this thought in for a while and yesterday was the perfect time to share it with others. For the last few days, I've been watching the commentary on Susan Dell's looks. The co-founder and board chair of the Michael and Susan Dell Foundation, has drawn the ire, mocking, and jeering of the general public after pledging to support President 47's "Trump Accounts" for kids. The mocking and jeering is justified. If you're a fascist, then you're going to be the butt of jokes for a lifetime to come. However, in the mocking and jeering I took note of her earlier appearance and her current appearance. Much speculation and confirmation has flown about possible cosmetic procedures to achieve her brand of Mar-a-Lago Face. Looking at Susan Dell one would dare say she mutilated herself for whatever reason she chose. While it is her body and her choice, was it really a wise choice? Just because we make a choice doesn't mean that it was a wise or beneficial choice. While looking at Susan Dells face, I recount all of the times I've heard transphobes and fascists like Susan, tell the transgender community are mutilating ourselves and that we're causing great harm. They even go as far to say that we'll regret it. Well I have news for the transphobes. We are NOT mutilating ourselves. We are becoming ourselves and saving our lives. There is too much proven data from scientists and medical professionals confirming that gender affirming care saves lives. Unfortunately, fascists like Susan only want her and her crew to have access. I will repeat my thought again: "Susan Dell is the example of self mutilation that transphobes claim transgender and non-binary people are." After much thought about Susan Dell and her alleged plastic surgeries, I thought about the jokes and rhetoric spewed at transgender people simply for existing and daring to access gender affirming care. Cisgender people like Susan access the same gender affirming care no matter how fabulous or blotched it may be! The difference between transgender people and people like Susan Dell, is that transgender people choose gender affirming care to affirm themselves while the Mar-a-Lago Face Coalition choose gender affirming care to force themselves into a system of patriarchy that abuses them and oppresses them just like it oppresses trans people. Self-mutilation is defined as the intentional act of harming your body or body tissue. It is NOT synonymous with gender affirming are. Self-mutilation is self harm! Self harm comes in many forms. How does this relate to Susan Dell? Susan Dell mutilated herself when she aligned herself with the patriarchy. Susan committed self harm when she allowed white supremacy's depraved beauty standards to influence her. Susan Dell harmed herself by voting against herself. She allowed fascism to mutilate her like Palpatine allowed the Dark Side to mutilate him. The Alt-Right will never acknowledge how they affirm fascism with plastic surgery. They cannot see that Mar-A-Lago face is the mutilation they claim gender affirming care is for transgender people. It’s all about who has access. They can’t even see how their policies and ideologies will be their ultimate demise right along with the rest of humanity. Please join the conversation below

Happy Sunday My lovelies, I hope you are well. This particular stop at Masturbation Station is about my Sunday morning edge session. I'd been horny for a while and I haven't really had time to sit and edge for hours upon hours. However this morning, I found time to watch some Twitter porn and I ended up just letting my dick stay hard and pre-cum.

There's a hymn that say begins "Time is filled with swift transition, naught of Earth unmoved can stand." Summer has swiftly gone, though El Niño is taking charge of the weather patterns. One day we were dancing on H. Street in the warm sunshine and then boom, Autumn said "I'm here! Now get inside!" The leaves are changing. The days are shorter and the nights are longer. For some it's the beginning of SAD Season, while others are festive. Maybe you'll find balance in the disturbance of your circadian rhythm. However there is a bright side or maybe a ....dark side! This is that special time of year for horror fans across the land! That's right SPOOKY SEASON! HALLOWEEN TIME! It's the perfect time to hibernate with snacks, wine, cannabis, and some good soul ripping, gut wrenching, horror movies! Spirit Halloween has sprouted in our favorite abandoned store and the imagination runs wild with costume ideas. While the introverts embrace the indoors and limited social activities, the adventurous extroverts and some introverts might hit up a haunted trail or a haunted house. There may even be parties galore. There is still some joy to be had! Even though fascism is giving us one hell of a time, Autumn 2026 is one of resistance. There is the essence of midterm elections and pumpkin spice across America. The fight begins for a new day for all US citizens. Summer Done Gone. Autumn has come. What will Autumn 2026 bring? Selah, Priestess

Tuesday. Another work day. I breezed through my morning routine with enough time for some pre-work self-care. A walk through the garden eases my mind while natures morning choir enchants my soul. The end of Summer Sun peeks from behind the clouds as she makes her grand entrance to work. I can’t tarry too long as I must summon my chariot. Oh sweet peaceful Uber ride. I settle into the quiet, pondering over today’s “to do list.” Thankfully my anti-depressant is doing her job and regulating Queen’s Landing as I make it to the metro station. Finally I’ve made it to the train just in time. May this ride be peaceful. May this day be peaceful and new opportunities find me.

It's one of my favorite days of the week...FRIDAY!!! It's the weekend baby!!! Are you excited for the weekend? I sure am! I plan on resting and lying around naked as long as I can. I may even do some witchy shit! Welp. Happy Friday!!! Here's some music from Incognito featuring Cherri V, "Into You". Enjoy!!!

Another Hump Day is here!!!! This week has been challenging but good! We made it to the middle of the week!!! It’s time to show my ass!!!!

2 weeks after my first experience at Gunnison Beach, I am still living in its afterglow. While the experience was great overall, there were some rather annoying and impolite behaviors displayed by other beach patrons. I won’t focus energy on those patrons in this post. Instead, I’ll create a teachable moment with “Priestess’s Nude Beach Etiquette 101.” My objective is to educate some and remind others of the basic, common-sense decorum when visiting a nude beach. Prepare to take notes and listen receptively during this Naked Class! Do Your Research Before indulging in nude activities for any nudist space, you MUST do your research. Nudism is the practice of social nudity and non sexual nudity. Nudism is doing everyday things naked without the expectation of a sexual adventure or intent to cause harm. Nudism is also defined as naturism and used interchangeably. Before going to a nude space, research their rules and their educational material. The resources are there. It is up to you to find it. As you do your research, you’ll find all of the tools to have an exciting journey in nudism. Prepare, but Pack Light Now that you’ve done your research and have planned your trip, you’re ready to hit the nude beach. You find yourself deciding what you need beyond sunscreen and beachwear for your arrival. As you pack and plan, consider that there will be other people and other groups on the beach. You DO NOT want to hog space and bring oversized beach tents, flotation devices, etc. Some beaches have chair and umbrella rentals. You can have a great setup while conserving space for other beachgoers. If you are going to bring games to the beach, consider something small and intimate, like paddle ball. Depending on the beach, there may be a designated beach volleyball court. I would refrain from bringing a football to the beach. You don’t want to injure someone or harm someone with a sports ball. Just consider other people! It’s not difficult at all. Get Naked of Course Now that you’ve settled into your space on the sand. Now you’re pondering stripping down and baring it all. For first timers, you may be nervous to get naked, and that is okay! When you arrive, take time to survey the atmosphere. Remember, the nude beach is not a sexual event nor is it a contest of the best body, despite the random guy flexing in the waves! You are not required to get naked immediately. Take your time and acclimate yourself to the beach. Give yourself time to adjust to the serene oasis. You can start by stripping off your top or your bottoms, whichever and however is up to you. If you choose to stay clothed or keep your bathing suit on, then that is fine too! The goal is to have a good time while respecting others! Do Not Stare Now that you’ve arrived and you’ve started setting up your beach space. You take in the skyline, the beautiful, dancing waves, and the sand’s warmth! You then take in the crowd. Some beachgoers are nude, while others are clothed. It’s natural to survey whom you’ll be sharing the beach with, but DO NOT STARE!!! Do not ogle body parts and do not point at them. Simply acknowledge and move on! No Videography or Photography This should be a no-brainer! You are at the beach to have a good time. If you want to take pictures of you and your crew, then please do so in a less crowded view of the beach. Make sure that you are not capturing other beachgoers in your videos and photos. DO NOT take photos or videos of other beachgoers for any reason. They did not consent to being recorded in any form or fashion! That is a crime!!! No Cruising or Exhibitionism The nude beach is a refuge, a place of joy and family time for some. IT IS NOT A SEX PARTY!!! There are signs clearly prohibiting sexual activity. Nudity does not mean it’s sexy time! Keep that cruising at the cruising spots and sex club. It is not the time for public play or anything of the sort. If you so happen to get aroused, then cover yourself, jump in the water, or go home if you can’t control yourself. The nude beach is not the time for exhibitionistic ventures. There is a thing called consent. If no one asked to see that or be a part of the show, then you shouldn’t do it let alone think it. You don’t want to be on that specific offenders registry. Have Fun, but Clean Up!!! I shouldn’t have to say this, but it is necessary. When you bring food, snacks, and other items, please consider the earth and other beach patrons. Simply put: clean up after yourself. It is rude to other guests and to the beach’s native inhabitants. Bring trash bags or receptacles and take your trash with you. The beach will have trash cans and recycling bins at the beach’s entrances and/or exits. Enjoy Yourself The last lesson in “Priestess’s Nude Beach Etiquette Guide” recommends having fun. Since you’ve learned the rules of the nude beach, you are now ready for your naked experience. Go! Have Fun! Remember to consider others while respecting their space, consent, and the beach as a whole. Strip Down and Beach Bum to your heart’s content.

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Yannick at Gunnison in a two piece This weekend was a weekend of “Firsts.” I visited the iconic Gunnison Beach for the first time!!! Earlier this week, my partner, The Professor, suggested we take a weekend trip to Gunnison Beach. This weekend presented the perfect opportunity to trek to the famous nude beach. While it wasn’t her first time going, The Professor was just as excited for me to experience Gunnison for the first time. I could barely contain my excitement! If you’re not familiar, Gunnison Beach is a sacred, clothing-optional gem tucked away in the Sandy Hook Unit of the Gateway National Recreation Area, located in Middletown Township, NJ. It is New Jersey’s only legal nude beach and a MUST-visit beach. Since I live in the DMV, it was a 4-hour drive, with some traffic jams. Throughout the traffic, music, good food, and vibes carried us to our destination! Day 1 The Professor and I arrived at Gunnison Beach on Saturday at around 8 pm, so we had a little bit of time before the beach closed. We traveled through a maze of forest and pavement until we got to the parking lot, which led us to the entrance of Sandy Hook’s clothing-optional oasis. There were food stands and umbrella/chair rentals that were closed. Thankfully, we had our necessary supplies. As we entered the beach, the Sun had begun to get cozy with the sea, but there was an array of people on the beach. There were people of all hues, ethnicity, and genders dancing, chatting, playing games, and relaxing. The Professor and I settled in and disrobed. I took in the beautiful skyline. The Sky’s emotional blend of orange, blue, and white danced across the ocean’s crest. The cool wind gently passed through the atmosphere, while people existed in their element. I limited my pictures due to the lighting and, of course, respecting other people’s privacy and personhood. Not everyone was clothes-free, which was okay because nudity isn’t required. The Professor and I were comfortable being free. Gunnison Beach isn’t the place for that. Unfortunately, a couple of pervs were pleasuring themselves as they walked through the crowd. We ended up leaving because some disrespectful jocks thought it was proper to invade others’ space with a stupid football. They had already hit some people with the football without apologizing, but then it got worse. To keep from making a scene, The Professor and I left. I’ll discuss this in another post on Beach Etiquette. While Day 1 of Gunnison was cool, other people, men, sullied the first day. The Professor and I were determined to have a good day on Day 2. We sailed the highway to our hotel. Hotel Shenanigans The hotel was a nice Marriott about 40 mins from the beach. We arrived at around 10pm. When we entered the hotel, we were met with state of the art customer service. The hotel had a bistro that served Starbucks. After we got our room key, Bae and I relaxed and showered. I started feeling photogenic. Since I was on a weekend baecation and I had time, I decided to take some bathroom and shower pics. I initially set the photo timer to take pictures, but that wasn't good enough. Since I didn't have my ring-light, I asked the Professor to be my photographer. The Professor gladly indulged my request. She suggested I do some shots of me in the shower enjoy the water stream. The Professor photographed me from various angles as she hyped me up. With each pose, I grew more amorous by the minute. We took more shots and Bae then joined me in the shower. The Professor waltz into the shower and started caressing my gender-fluid body. She gently caress my breasts, trailing her hands along my erogenous zones. We kissed and do some boo loving talk. The Professor and I enjoyed each other's comfort underneath the warm mist of the shower. I finished my shower and relinquished the shower room to Bae. I continued to relax while I read some Substack posts and responded to work texts. Although I was away, I am still the boss at work, so I couldn't go incognito. Thankfully nothing major happened on the job front. I shifted my focus back to the Professor. She and I have both had busy work schedules and a trip to Gunnison was the perfect way for us to escape the demands of Capitalism. Bae and I cuddled up and watched tv for a bit. We'd already walked through the herbal garden and decided we were in for the night. Bae and I began kissing and my she-meat started rising to the occasion! Bae started sucking my dick and I knew what was about to happen. "I want you to sit on it," The Professor said. I gleefully complied. My hole craved her dick while my trans prostate longed to be milked. Out of desire, I sat down on Bae's dick. My hole embraced all of her and my prostate screamed with glee. I started out riding Bae, but then there was a change of power! The Professor took control and started pounding the fuck out of my hole. She pounded, and I threw that ass back, while I diabolically arched my back and moaned in pleasure. Through verbal intercourse, I nutted all over the place!!!! My hole and Bae's dick were satisfied. The sex was so good, Bae and I walked through the Garden once more. Afterwards, we tucked ourselves in and prepared for the next day of the Gunnison tour. Day 2 Sunday Morning came in gracefully. The morning brought sunshine and warmth that contrasted with Saturday evening’s cool, yet comfortable breeze. Bae and I got coffee and began prepping for check out and our return to the beach. While Bae showered, I managed to take some fun pictures and some poses showcasing my latest nail art. I was feeling giddy in my naked element, and I was excited about going back to the nude beach. I will post the picture gallery in a separate post. After my photoset, Bae and I got dressed and packed our things. We headed to the car, placed our things in their proper places, and headed to Gunnison Beach for another round of sunbathing in naked bliss. The ride was projected to be an hour drive due to traffic. The Professor and I knew that was going to be heavy due to everybody going to the beach and other parts of the Township. It was Sunday after all! Bae and I pressed through the traffic. It was bumper-to-bumper traffic. Thanks to a road-raging nutjob, the Professor and I found a quicker route that took about 10 to 20 minutes off the trip. We finally reached Gunnison at around 12:15 PM. We did the good ole, get out of the car, grab your things, and hit the beach. Bae and I walked a quicker path to the entrance of Gunnison Beach. This time there were more people. More of Mother Nature’s masterpieces of various hues, genders, backgrounds, and other races. I must say the Melanin was Melanating on this Sunday! The R&B met us as soon as we hit the sand. The vibes were there. The sand was warm on our feet, and the wind breezed in all its glory. The Professor and I chilled and relaxed. We had fun conversations in between reading sessions and partaking of the food! We did walk around the shore and behold the ocean view as well as the diversity among the beach patrons. We even took pictures both clothed and unclothed. The Professor and I trudged through the sand, taking in the sea of people and enjoying the beach’s full essence. I must say my calf muscles are still sore from battling the sand. I did get in the water. I watched The Professor swim and float in the water. I didn’t want to go too far out as I can barely swim. However, with Bae’s coaching and help, I got chest deep in the ocean’s bosom and got my short ass right back out! I am a small woman. The ocean will carry me away! I went back to the water a couple times. Since there are no lifeguards, there was a park ranger patrolling and making sure people were following protocol and not doing illicit sexual activities. The Professor and I walked and toked some more. We read some more until it was time for us to go. The ride home was an easy ride home. I enjoyed my time at Gunnison Beach. I have not visited a nude beach since Haulover in 2015. That’s 11 years! I can’t wait to go again. It felt so good being in my Black Transgender body on a beach with absolutely nothing on!!! I wasn’t worried about possibility, the size of my breasts, or my genitalia. I just was!!! The best part was sharing this special moment with the woman I love. The Professor really made this trip special! Gunnison will see me again soon!

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