When White People Obsess Over Big Black Cock

"Can I see it," asked a middle-aged white man, desperate to see my dick.

He was a total stranger who happened to be parked in a truck near where my dog was taking a leak. Broad daylight. An urban residential street.

Okay, so I did have on some short, old school gym shorts that were quite sheer, but it's not like I put my big black gun to his head and made him beg for a peak.

He said he was hetero, divorced and had never done anything with another guy. But I want so more than to show my dick to a leering stranger. Friendship. A j/o buddy. Dare I say, love?

This guy didn't even want my phone number, said he wouldn't use it. He just wanted to use me, or rather my dick, to satisfy some pent up curiosity of his.

I repeat, white people, I am not a dick.

The Jock Crazy Chronicles

Really, I'm not gay.

I suck dick but I'm not gay.

I eat men's asses but I ain't no homo.

I kiss men's lips but no way am I a fag.

I'm hoping to find a man who's the love of my life but I'm far from queer.

So what am I? Why, that's easy. I am simply a man who is certifiably Jock Crazy.

Where Is the Love?

When's the last time you heard someone say, "I just need to find the right black gay guy with HIV/AIDS to settle down with?"

When's the last time you saw a black gay guy being the object of anyone's affection in the media?

Do I even exist in people's minds?

Will I ever exist in people's hearts?

I'm dreaming of it on this funky little blog with the hope that someday, the world will follow.

Horrified to Happy

In 1985, I was horrified to find out I was living with HIV/AIDS.

There was no cure. No medicine. No hope. Just a lot of fear and panic.

Nearly 26 years later, some people are horrified to find out I'm living with HIV/AIDS.

There is no cure. Way more medicine. More hope. But still a lot of fear. But not within my AIDS-infected body.

In 2011, I'm happy to be living with HIV/AIDS.

Sexy Poz Only

Behold the new fragrance for men living with HIV/AIDS.

Let's face it: neg dudes can act like insensitive jerks with their "clean and disease-free-UB2" attitudes.

Why, it's almost enough to make a poz dude feel unworthy and less special. Almost.

Don't inhale the negative thinking of neg dudes. Take a big honking whiff of yourself and realize: sexy is all in your head, not theirs.

Be U. Be sexy poz.

Funky Slideshow

Hey, you ... wanna see some pics of a hot sweaty black man? Click here.

Why Be Funky?

Brad Pitt. David Duchovony. Tyrese. Keith Urban. Men whose nude photos have been gold for Playgirl Magazine. Ditto for footballers Dan Pastorini and Jim Brown.

Levi Johnston is famous for knocking up a politician's daughter and now, posing for Playgirl.

Other men who have posed nude or semi-nude for Playgirl include Big Daddy Kane, Lyle Waggoner, Scott Bakula and Fabian.

Point: If the world can celebrate a man and his body, then the world can celebrate this man and his body. Or at least, I can on my funky little blog.

No Grapefruit Needed

Why do most, so-called heterosexual men have a hard time looking at a naked guy? Why do they run for the hills when hearing descriptions of man on man sex?

Because they're not comfortable with their sexuality.

Does a gay man have a hard time looking at a woman's naked body or breeder sex, or 2 chicks sexing up? Generally speaking, no.

When it comes to men having sex with men, most so-called straight guys seem stuck in some adolescent age where their sexual brains never grew up.

Deep down, most men know they're capable of fucking a grapefruit, if the moment is right and their dick hard enough.

And let's face it, a human body is way more sexy than a grapefruit no matter the human's gender. Ergo, if a man can fuck a grapefruit ...

I'd rather fuck a man or woman than a grapefruit, which makes me certifiably comfortable with my sexuality. How about you?