Powered by WordPress. Young couple talk with female friend on vacation. Photo by Young couple talk with female friend on vacation. Recently I was listening to my boyfriend and his friends discuss the reasons why some of them prefer White women over Black women.
One night in Sydney, I was a little taken by a year-old woman in a gay bar. A mutual friend introduced us, and we proceeded to have a curious conversation about color — or as she would have said, colour. She was a chatty and congenial Aussie, with a distinctive no-bullshit edge. There are too many of those in Sydney… and Cape Town… and New York City… and pretty much everywhere with thriving gay nightlife! She was definitely my kind of girl. And as it turned out, I was her kind of guy.
First, some history: When I was a child, watching my pops get ready to go out was something to behold. He would spend hours preparing his mask every morning for whatever crowd, person or community he faced. Even years later, my pops still took longer to get ready than my mother and sister combined, delicately taking a black Sharpie to any stray grays that might pop up in his goatee. My pops would explain that as a young man in the Dominican Republic, you had to work so hard perfecting yourself, preparing your mask, so that when a young European or American woman came through, she might choose you, as he would put it, might take you home with her, like that was your only way out. Later he made his way to New York City, where he met my mother, who is Colombian.
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