Hey, how are
you?
I'm good how
are you?
Fine, just
chlling ASL?
19/m/usa
Cool I'm
18/m/usa
Nice are you
white or black?
Black
-Logs off-
Hey, what's
up?
Not much
just hanging around.
Cool, ASL?
20/m/usa
you?
18/m/usa.
Gotta pic?
Yeah hold
on. Sent. Do you?
Yeah, gimme
a second. Sent.
I didn't
know you were black.
Is that a
problem?
-Logs off--
Hi.
Hey, ASL?
18/m/usa
you?
22/m/usa
what are you here for?
Whatever
comes my way
Yeah?
Yeah.
Here's my
pic.
Hot, here's
mine.
-Logs off-
Logs back in
Looking for
a masculine, young athletic preferablly white guy to talk to.
Message me...but
please no dirty monkeys.
Are you
starting to notice a trend?
That these
seemingly isolated instances of events
Are nothing
more than coincidences
Based on
preferences bound up in different colors of skin
And as hard
as it is not to sound like I'm complaining
And trying
to wring some guilt out of the last vestiges of racism remaining
You can't
help but notice a trend
AllAmericanBoy26's
profile says I'm blocking more Chinese than the Great Wall.
TanDream18
says if another one of those black gays comes up to me on the dance floor
I might just
have to lock myself up in a bathroom stall
And puke
because there is nothing more unattractive than a black gay dude.
JockBro26 says
don't even get me started on those Hispanics.
Don't even
get me started on how they make me sick.
Are you
starting to notice a trend?
A
preference.
An affinity
whatever you wanna call it.
It's
pervasive and no matter how many ways you call it out
It shifts
gears and reacclimates itself until it's as mundane as the weather and says
I'm here to stay.
Just look at
the It Gets Better campaign.
What faces
do you see?
Because when
I look I don't see many faces that look like me.
And you know
it gets really scary when the subliminal message is
That it does
indeed get better but only for a select few
Not for
anyone who looks like you
43% of black
gay youths have thought about committing suicide.
And how many
have you actually heard about that did in this wide
Net of
information that we call the media.
Because I
could count for days the number of
Tyler
Clementis, Jamie Hubleys, Ryan Halligans, Bobby Griffiths, and Jamey T.
Rodemeyers
Who ended it
because they felt mired in the unyielding hatred of a small number of small
minds
But what
about the Raymond S. Chases, Carl Joseph Walker-Hoovers, Jaheem Herreras, and
Joseph Jeffersons
Whose
stories were confined outside the limits of the mainstream
Who decided
that their deaths weren't important enough to be screened.
Were they
the same people who decided that my people's only role in their community
Was as a
vector for HIV
For AIDS
Have you
ever wanted to waive a birthright?
When those
oh so subtle stares that
Say you
don't belong here
Drive home
the screws that reinforces
The locks
that make
You feel
locked in your own body
Bound in
your skin like a book
No one has
the time to read like you
Were penned
by an author on the side who lost the war
Like instead
of Mary Magdelene you were just some common whore
That Jesus
laid his hands one once or twice
In the
testament and if you ever try to testify
They'll
silence you and every practiced line
That's the
cultural atmosphere
The social
environment
Plants are
at an advantage when it comes to growing because when they are raised
In an
incompatible environment they just die
But people
are not so lucky
They find
any way to grow
Even if its
crooked
Even if its
with their heart growing inside out on their sleeve
I'm sorry
I can't be
another Raymond Chase, Carl Joseph Walker-Hoover, JAheem Herrera, or Joseph
Jefferson
I can't be
part of that 43
I have to
try
Anyway I can
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