A Dialogue

This is a conversation I’ve been thinking about lately that I held with one of my friends from Philly. I miss him also. Every time he saw me he would spin me around and look at my outfit and read me or approve. “I like that shirt, and those pants, but I don’t get what you’re doing with the shoes. OH WAIT, I see the belt. I SEE IT!!! GOOD JOB!”


M: I have said this before and I’m going to say it again. I don’t understand how gay men, but specifically gay black men, and then again, young gay black men can approach another ask their sexual role, penis size, if they have a fetish or fantasy, and just go have sex after some fake ass conversation that they have as the prerequisite so they don’t feel like a whore later; but, refuse to ask their HIV status, or status on just having, say crabs.

A: Well, if you know they’re lying about being a top or bottom why continue on to ask their status they’re going to lie anyway. Like, look at him over there. (Points to this piece of trade corner boy.) He claims he’s a top, but not with a scoop in his back like that, looking like he got scoliosis.

M: I guess you’re right. But, many of them don’t do it because they feel like the boy will lose interest, and that’s so dirty that you would want someone who wouldn’t want you if you inquire about their HIV status. I would run from someone who didn’t ask me.

A: Whatever. You just use a condom and slay these boys DOWN!!!

M: Horrible (as I laugh)

(Another boy walks up)

S: You always talking down about synonymous sex like you better than someone.

M: That’s why I don’t have it dear, because I’d wake up the next morning with someone like you who calls it synonymous. …I know what I want, and I'm waiting. I’m young. I have time to be a whore. I have time to cheat on someone. I have time to go to a sex party, go to an orgy. I have time to get my piece of trade, or my voguing butch queen. Sex is great. And if you want to have sex with everything that walks go have fun. I'm not here to judge you, just make sure you're safe. And, if I do judge you who care? I just don’t understand why these young boys are in such a rush and a blindrush at that to get some. It's not going anywhere. We're already at 46 percent... I have to do something to help them.

A: Oh God. (As he eats some of his cheesesteak.)

M: I’m gay male Oprah chile get in, or get out! (Laughs)

P.S. Thank you to everyone who voted me Best Teen Blog again. ( Everyone trying to call me try during Top Model I'll be home then. LOL)

-Marz