though he is neither gay nor lesbian).
Montee wasnât stupid, though; he knew his fourteen minutes of fame would fade quick. He was an aberration, and as soon as the rumormongers and gossip hounds found a new topic to milk, heâd be old news and all but forgotten. So he took advantage of his notoriety by dabbling in a lot of everything: writing, producing, and arranging for other âneosoulâ artists, such as DâAngelo, Musiq, Maxwell, and Angie Stone; being a guest vocalist on CDs by Roy Hargrove and Kirk Whalum; showing up as a guest V-jay on VH-1; doing jingles for Crest, JCPenney, Mitsubishi, and Carnival Cruise Lines; performing for four months in a road company called Soul Revue , impersonating his idol, Sam Cooke; portraying a (what else?) bisexual college student on an episode of Moesha ; and appearing in a Gap ad like his heroine, Meâshell NdegéOcello.
Most of his public appearances over the past few years as a singer have been split between gay and straight audiences who love his music and donât hold his being bisexual against him. (His Motherâs Day and âFellaz Onlyâ Valentineâs Day concerts are always sold out.) And in addition to playing for both groups, heâs played to them: in late 2000, he released two versions of his sophomore CD, On the Menu âone for men, the other for women (a remake of DeBargeâs âWhoâs Holding Donna Now?â was a top twenty pop and R&B hit; its B side was âWhoâs Holding Donny Now?â). The combined sales brought him another platinum record, and the male version swept the OutMusic Awards. It also didnât hurt that, around this time, Wendy and her ilk sought out his insight on down-low brothers. (He stopped the show on both BETâs Oh Drama! , when he informed co-hostess Kym Whitley, who couldnât imagine âbig, burly, butch men rolling around with each other,â that âIâm quite sure there are big, burly, butch men who canât imagine rolling around with you â; and the syndicated Americaâs Black Forum , where he told conservative commentator Armstrong Williams, âYou profess to know a whole lot about gay men; sure youâre not one of them?â)
Instead of just tapping him on the shoulder, Mitchell decided to be a groupie. âExcuse me, Mr. Simms, but could I please have your autograph?â he squealed.
Montee turned around and a very, very wide grin formed across his face. âMitchell,â he crooned, wrapping Mitchell up in his arms and hugging him so tight Mitchell had to gasp for air. He released Mitchell from the grip but not from his arms; they settled around Mitchellâs waist. âI canât believe it.â
âBelieve it.â
â Damn . I . . . I . . .â
âYou never thought youâd see me again.â
âNo, I didnât. What are you doing here?â
âIâm out with the crew.â He looked over to their table.
Montee focused on them. âOh, your friends. Babyface, B.D., and . . .â
âHa, you better remember the otherâs name. He believes he is un forgettable.â
âUh . . . Gene?â
âRight.â
âMan, I just canât believe this. But I have to. Iâm holding you.â
And he continued to hold him as they gazed.
Montee took him in, hair to toe. âYou look so good.â
âSo do you.â
âHow have you been?â
âFine. And you?â
âSame. Canât complain. Your hair is fly .â
âThank you. Iâd say the same, but . . .â
They laughed. Montee, who once sported an Afro, was now bald.
âHow long have you been growing your locks?â
âAbout three and a half years. How long have you been skinned?â
âAbout a year now. I saw that gray hair cominâ in and decided to cut it off at the pass.â
âIâm sure youâd look even
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