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I've been telling myself there's someone in the world for me since I was a little boy. So far, I haven't found that special someone. Never had a boyfriend. Never had a partner. Never known true love, not even for one pissant little second. I've only known a couple of two-week, getting-to-know-you scenarios where, after two weeks, one or both of us was no longer interested in getting-to-know-you.
It's not easy looking for love in a world that mostly fears black people, gay people and people with AIDS, a world where most people see you as a triple threat, not a potential soul mate. But I'm going to keep dreaming my dreams. There must be some buddy who wants to dream with me.