
And he’d always talk dirty to me. I mean, filthy. Saying how much he wanted to fuck me. “Honey, I would looove to lick your etc, etc.” Mostly, I think he did it because he liked to embarrass straight guys and make them cringe. He was mostly kidding (at least I hope he was). I’d play along: “Stop it! You are sounding like a shameless hussy, you slut.” But we had a lot of other stuff in common, too. Like the Fab Mab punk rock days. He was a bit of a lounge lizard.
Then he’d do his other routine. “I just so hate black men! They are so vile! I just loathe them so much!!” (like a lot of gay black guys, he took a lot of shit from straight black guys) . . . I would chide him: “You are so racist!” Ha ha.
I used to hate it when he did all the dirty sex talk. Coming on to me. It was embarrassing. But I was helpless to stop it. Because I’m such an egomaniac. The idea that somebody, anybody, might possibly find me attractive was something I didn’t want to discourage. Ha ha.
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