Today I was at Jimbo’s with my two co-workers, orderding a mess of brugers, fries and greasy goodness for lunch. I already looked fierce in my organge bathing suit on Sunday at Black Pride, now it’s Tuesday and she’s back to eating!
Anyhow, we, three fine ass Black gay men, were perched on stools, waiting for our food to come out the grease. I looked out the window onto 125th Street, and I see this brotha, with a busted ass perm, all combed back, looking like who done did it?, as the old people say. My coworker made a comment, and I was co-signing, like, yeah, that’s a mess. I don’t do men with perms, and he’s not even cute. For me, it’s not on some “I only date butch men” shit, but I just like natural hair. As far as I’m concerned, Prince is the only brotha that can keep his perm, the rest of y’all gotta let that shit go!
In any case, this fool comes al up in Jimbo’s, talking all this shit, indirectly of course, about how we betta stop lookin’ at him, cuz he don’t do that homo shit, etc.
Now, my first reaction was to turn around and cuss him the fuck out. But, then I thought about all the crazy shit that’s been happening and choose in that moment to take a deep breath, and let it go – as long as he don’t put his hands on me, I’m cool.
He left, just as ugly as when he came in. And I thought to myself, “If you really only knew what we were talkin’ about.”
Years ago, a straight black male college buddy of mine named Hector and I were talking. THis was my freshman year, and to date myself, the gays in the military debate was all the rage (To clarify, I NEVER made gays and lesbians going into the service my political project. I NEVER gave a fuck!). Hector was saying that he had had a conversation with several other hetero Black male students who were like, “Man I wouldn’t want no faggots starin’ at me in the shower and shit.”
Hector’s response was, “Man, why do y’all always think gay men are tryin’ to get with you rusty ass! He may be staring at you cuz he think you a ugly muthafucka!”
I wish this fool woulda heard that. I wish I didn’t have to fear being bashed (or worse) to say it to him. Sometimes I feel like taking it there, and sometimes I don’t. Today I didn’t feel like it.
So, I just saw some more dumb ass shit about an LA Nation of Islam mosque chose, out of all the damn things to be done in Los Angeles, to protest Noah’s Ark. Now, I have not seen the show. It is still in production in LA for MTV’s LOGO Channel. So, I cannot speak to the politics of the show, but it’s the principle of the thang! It’s just like as much as I am not so keen on gay marriage, I hate the fucking homophobes who are against it for completely different (and disgusting) reasons. So, now that I have cussed you all out, READ THE GODDAM STORY…Full Story
By the way, the title of this entry comes from my favorite Ziggy Marley & the Melody Makers song (actually sung by Stephen Marley) called Rebel In Disguise. The lyrics go, “If you didn’t see me smilin’/It ain’t got nothin’ to do with you…”