
July 29, 2008
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July 27, 2008
That Special Feeling

Most heterosexual men learn early on that a man must make a woman feel special if he wants anything from her other than blue balls and lonely nights. The men might fail, but they understand they gotta keep at it until they get it right because, generally speaking, no woman worth more than a mindless sexual encounter is gonna give it up unless she feels special.
But what about two men? Does a man need to feel special to have sex? Generally speaking, no.
Maybe that's why it's easy for gay men to treat one another like disposable products. As if love and sex should be approached like buying meat at the store. You see what's available, inspect the quality, see if it's up to your pre-determined standards, then you decide whether or not to make the transaction, knowing the meat is gonna be in and out of your life like all the other meat you've consumed over the years.
The meat you buy today is no more or less special than the meat you bought the last time you went shopping; it's just something to keep you going. After all, we've all got biological needs, right? And a tasty piece of meat can be a great thing, right?
Or maybe gay men seem expendable to one another because many gay men were never made to feel special by their families, their peers in school or the world at large. Hard to make someone else feel special when you yourself haven't experienced being valued for who you are.

What makes me feel special? Someone asking me about my dreams and goals in life, then taking a vested interest in those dreams and goals. Someone who listens. Someone who opens up and shares his own hopes and dreams. Someone who values me when he's horny and when he's not. Someone who responds with kindness when I'm hurting, no matter the source of the hurt. Someone who wants to get to know me in and out of bed. Someone open to creating new ways to make us both feel special.
I may be dreaming, but I wanna feel special. And I deserve more than disposable meat. I deserve food for my soul. To be sure, I deserve great sex. But I also deserve a man who can be a male sexual dawg without cutting off the circulation to his brain and his heart. I deserve that kind of buddy and that kind of relationship. My buddy and--we both deserve that special feeling a man gets when his buddy does something that makes him feel like one very special man among men.
You out there, buddy?
July 25, 2008
A Boy's First Promise
July 23, 2008
Buddy Ball





July 21, 2008
Why Am I Single?

If there are plenty of fish in the sea, why can't I land a good catch? Better still, why hasn't a good catch hunted me down, reeled me in and gobbled me up?
Let's take a deeper look at the fishes and the sea ...
-Most creatures aren't hunting for men in black.
Personal experience dictates: 85% of all gay men,

To 85% of all available males, I'm neither a good catch nor a bad catch. I'm black, which in their minds means I don't even warrant consideration. I'm an invisible man living an invisible life. Most of the men around me refuse to even look my way.
Quite visible, however, is the blatant prejudice of 85% of all gay men, regardless of race. Thanks to the digital world, that hatred is preserved in countless online profiles that reveal a truth many black men have known for decades: most gay men, regardless of race, are racists against blacks.
Log on and behold the evidence: the infinite variations of phrases such as WHITES AND LATINS ONLY, NO BLACKS, NO ASIANS--it's all there for anyone to witness, quantify and study. The river of hatred runs deep. De facto segregation is alive and well in the hearts and minds of many a gay man.
-Most creatures avoid men who are HIV-Positive.
There was a time when the gay community reacted to HIV/AIDS with compassion and a sense of

Never mind “safer sex with everyone” keeps one healthier than “unsafe sex with anyone.” Never mind bypassing judgment. Never mind a healthy attitude about sexual health. Never mind education over ignorance. Never mind compassion.
For the vast majority of available men, “safe sex” has evolved into a narrow-minded creed: steer clear of anyone who isn't “clean and disease-free.” Never mind the fallacy of such foolish notions. Never mind the great black guy who's "disease-ridden."
-Most creatures won't interact with non-Mandingos.
Of the gay men who are open to dating black men, 90% (or more) of those men are self-described “bottoms” looking to be “topped” by a big black Mandingo dick (attached human

The question most asked in my lifetime? How Big Is My Dick?.
As if the sole worth of a black man is his dick and its ability to morph into a dominant, mindless pummeling tool. Cultural implications of this near-sighted fantasy aside, that's not me. Simple as that.
None of the above factors make me single, they just make finding love all the more challenging. In the sea of life, very few creatures even consider dating and loving someone who's black, HIV-positive and not a Big Black Mandingo machine.
The pool of available men is miniature. The odds of finding a good catch are downright infinitesimal. And that's before getting to the compatibly round, where two people discover what, if anything, they have in common.
Why am I single? There's not one overwhelming reason, just stacked odds.
What's a guy like me is doing on a blog like this? Trying to be a better fisherman in the sea of life.
July 18, 2008
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July 13, 2008
July 12, 2008
Buddy, Lemme Smell Your Pits!

Whew! Buddy, you are one funky ... ripe ... buddy. Come here, lemme smell that again ...
In my dreams, my buddy and me take pride in our pits and the scents that make us men.
Deodorant? Maybe once a decade. Cologne? Ha!
Yeah, me and my buddy wear cologne alright: Ode de Buddy, the scent that sends us both on a natural high. It's guaranteed to drive us wild and bring out the animal in each other. One whiff of Ode de Buddy and I'm reminded of all the things that make my buddy who he is.
No need for artificial scents. All me and my buddy need is any one of the many varieties of Ode de Buddy.
Buddy, can you smell what these pits are cooking up?

July 11, 2008
Summer Sweatin'




Anybody out there dreaming of having a buddy like me?
July 8, 2008
July 7, 2008
Imperfect Bodies, Perfect Match

I know I got a gut! I also know how to wear it pretty well, thanks to a lifelong necessity. And now, thanks to Tyra Banks and America's Next Top Model, I know how to “model” it better. Thank you, Tyra, it's not just the girls you're helping to learn to love themselves.
Yep, that's right. I love America's Next Top Model, Broadway musicals and soap operas. Yep, I got that in me. I also got sports and “masculinity” in me, but in a relationship, I'm the bitch! Emotionally, that is. And the buddy of my dreams is not only cool with my “feminine” and “masculine" sides, both sides compliment his energy. Let's him be the full-time man and vicarious bitch, and let's me be the vice versa.
Moreover, it's a turn-on for my buddy to see the man inside of me, and a turn-on for me to see my buddy's vice versa. Don't understand? If you're my buddy, you will.

If you dream of loving a very lovable guy like me, email me and let's start living our fantastic lives together.
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