Hell No, We Won't Go!

Hip-hop MC Priceless Diamonds describes herself as a "boss bitch" who grew up boosting clothes and turning the occasional trick. She swears that she's leading a straighter life now, but we figure she's still learned lots of good life lessons. So listen up, y'all.

Have the black men you know become even more macho in order to refute accusations of being on the down-low?

Yes. Well, to be honest, no. This is how I'm looking at it: If someone suspects them of being gay but can't prove it, there's nothing you got on 'em. Like Terry McMillan, the one who wrote Waiting to Exhale, she got a new bestseller and everything. Her husband just came out of the closet in the media. All these years he's been gay.

It sounds sick, but I've heard females say, "I'd rather my man cheat with a male than a female." If I found out my man was gay, I wouldn't break up with him, 'cause I get along with a lot of gay guys. I mean, I would go get tested for HIV and AIDS, but if I was already in love with him, I wouldn't break up with him. I would talk real bad to him, I would let him have it, but I wouldn't stop being his friend and leave him. But I'd be on his heels 24/7. If he did it again, then it's over — if it's just horniness.

But I believe it's biological. People don't just turn like that. I have a cousin who's gay, and it wasn't a big deal when it came out. We always knew it. My mama always said, "He got a juicy screw in him." I guess that's code for being gay.

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Hell No, We Won't Go!
Dan Goldenbaum and six friends were trying to relive their teen years by visiting the Edge of Hell. As they were standing in line to get into the West Bottoms haunted house, Goldenbaum tells us, "an exuberant teenage white girl" skipped up to offer them coupons for $2 off the admission at a place called Nightmare at 36th and Main. They thought they'd save time and money while supporting a fun haunted house in midtown.

Instead they got an evangelical trip to hell. Goldenbaum and his friends, all twentysomething professionals, were treated to scenes of a bloody abortion, a gang shooting in an urban alley, and a car crash involving drunken teenagers. In the finale, scary clowns led them to a room in which a gasping Christ died on the cross surrounded by images of the security tapes from Columbine High School and BTK killer Dennis Rader's mug shot.

This Nightmare was the creation of Solomon's Porch, a nearby church. In its last room, Goldenbaum and his friends encountered Solomon's Porch pastor, Troy Covey, who told everyone in a videotaped message that the place was so scary because its scenes had been taken from real life. He encouraged his audience to talk with the spiritual volunteers who waited outside.

OK, so churchy haunted houses are nothing new. What was weird about this one was that the perky girl committed a little sin of omission (dare we say she lied?) when handing out coupons for Nightmare.

"We felt manipulated," Goldenbaum says.

Suspicious that he might be a bit overdramatic about his victimization by evangelical teens, we checked out the Web site, www.kcnightmare.com. It made no mention of a church.

The site had a forum, so we posted a question: "Why won't you guys tell your customers up front that this is an evangelical Hell House?"

The post got a response from a user called "Troycovey." (We assume it was the pastor himself, though we know we can't be sure about anything on the Internet.) "Why didn't McDonalds or even the FDA tell you that Mc Donalds products are a primary source of health risks in America ... Why are companies getting away with it and why does the public let them get away with it? Because everyone knows they are under the influence of marketing! It's America! It's simple so follow along closely. We believe we can address social problems and entertain people at the same time ... So what you were exposed to a little evangelical influence!"

Well, we hadn't personally been exposed to a little evangelical influence. So we paid our $10 and found that all was as Goldenbaum had described (except that one of the young "thugs" in the gang shootout asked us for our phone number! We're right here, baby, 17th and Main).

At the exit, we met a volunteer. He said that, though it might be sneaky to lure people away from the West Bottoms' houses, God injects himself into people's lives at unexpected times.

After we extracted ourselves from a prayer service, another volunteer called after us. "We have a bag of treats for you!"

Apparently we'd learned nothing from the last two hours, because we expected M&M's. He handed us sacks containing a New Testament, information about the International House of Prayer, and a CD titled 23 Minutes in Hell.