You ain’t even got a place to stay right now, Tyrone. I’m the one comin’ out of my pockets for a hotel because I don’t want to see my friends out on the street.”
Miss Tyrone fans me away and says, “I ‘preciate what you doin’ and I told you that already. But we are gay men, Wayne. This is what we do. This is the life for us. Right, Dayshawn?”
Dayshawn remains quiet but nods in favor of his bullshit.
“All gay men don’t act like this! Hell I’m gay and I know everybody’s first and last name I fuck! Can you say the same? What was the Chicken King’s last name you just fucked, Ty?”
“Look, that’s you. Not me.”
“I guess so because if I’m gonna give a nigga a piece of this crystal, he betta damn sure be worthy. Givin’ me fried chicken with extra biscuits just won’t do.”
“Like I said, that’s you,” he says shruggin’ his shoulders. “But most of us carry it like the way I just did. Me, Dayshawn and Adrian included. If you can’t get with it then I understand, but that’s your thing not ours and you shouldn’t knock us for it. I fuck what I want, when I want and where I want. It’s as simple as that. I’m grown, Wayne.”
Sad ain’t it? And as much as I’d love to argue, she’s tellin’ the truth. Sex between gay men is unlike anythin’ that can be explained. It’s more passionate, it’s more addictive and it’s more competitive.
I know competition may be a strong word for people who don’t live this life to understand but it’s true. Fuckin’ as many men as you can in some ways makes you believe you’re more desirable…more wanted. Not to mention you can bust a nut at the same time. And in a world that rejects you on a daily basis, to some men sex is everything.
But after hearing this, I had an idea. Since she’s a whore anyway, I decided it would no longer be for free. I had plans to tax that action and that goes for the rest of my crew too.
When my phone rings I take it out of my purse and say, “Hello?”
Silence.
“Hello? Who the fuck is this?” I yell louder.
Miss Tyrone and Miss Dayshawn stop what they are doing and look my way.
“You betta mind the company you keep.” The caller says…and then he hangs up.
I wonder who that was and my gut tells me its Big Boody Brandy. But if I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that it’s usually the person you least expect.
The Meet
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Queen Paul and four of his crew members stood in front of his incinerated house waiting on Big Boody Brandy. Money had exchanged hands but Tyrone, Dayshawn and Wayne were still walking around breathing and Paul needed that to stop.
Paul just finished meeting with a shift investigator from the fire department and an insurance agent at the property. Through it all, he couldn’t believe the house he’d been raised in most of his life, was burned to the ground. His mother gave him the house on his eighteenth birthday and it meant a lot to him. But if things went his way, he may get compensated for more than it was worth when the investigation was over.
All of the queens were dressed in drag and at first look, you’d think they were a bunch of linebackers playing a joke on Halloween. All of them wore stringy wigs, run over shoes and fake purses. They were definitely hard on the eyes.
“I hope she hurry up!” Kevin says to Paul. “My cousin who’s doin’ security at the private poker party I was telling you about said the game is goin’ down tonight. So we gotta hurry up if we gonna hit it.”
“There her truck goes right there.” Paul points.
Big Boody Brandy parks his black Toyota Tundra at the curb and grabs her Teacup Yorkie to approach Paul. Four queens open their car doors and follow. Now the crew Big Boody ran with was official. They spent money to have work done on their breasts, lips and hips. And the clothing they wore was always from a designer label. With one look you could tell who was getting real money between the two houses and who wasn’t.
Big
Miss Tyrone fans me away and says, “I ‘preciate what you doin’ and I told you that already. But we are gay men, Wayne. This is what we do. This is the life for us. Right, Dayshawn?”
Dayshawn remains quiet but nods in favor of his bullshit.
“All gay men don’t act like this! Hell I’m gay and I know everybody’s first and last name I fuck! Can you say the same? What was the Chicken King’s last name you just fucked, Ty?”
“Look, that’s you. Not me.”
“I guess so because if I’m gonna give a nigga a piece of this crystal, he betta damn sure be worthy. Givin’ me fried chicken with extra biscuits just won’t do.”
“Like I said, that’s you,” he says shruggin’ his shoulders. “But most of us carry it like the way I just did. Me, Dayshawn and Adrian included. If you can’t get with it then I understand, but that’s your thing not ours and you shouldn’t knock us for it. I fuck what I want, when I want and where I want. It’s as simple as that. I’m grown, Wayne.”
Sad ain’t it? And as much as I’d love to argue, she’s tellin’ the truth. Sex between gay men is unlike anythin’ that can be explained. It’s more passionate, it’s more addictive and it’s more competitive.
I know competition may be a strong word for people who don’t live this life to understand but it’s true. Fuckin’ as many men as you can in some ways makes you believe you’re more desirable…more wanted. Not to mention you can bust a nut at the same time. And in a world that rejects you on a daily basis, to some men sex is everything.
But after hearing this, I had an idea. Since she’s a whore anyway, I decided it would no longer be for free. I had plans to tax that action and that goes for the rest of my crew too.
When my phone rings I take it out of my purse and say, “Hello?”
Silence.
“Hello? Who the fuck is this?” I yell louder.
Miss Tyrone and Miss Dayshawn stop what they are doing and look my way.
“You betta mind the company you keep.” The caller says…and then he hangs up.
I wonder who that was and my gut tells me its Big Boody Brandy. But if I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that it’s usually the person you least expect.
The Meet
jQueen paulL
Queen Paul and four of his crew members stood in front of his incinerated house waiting on Big Boody Brandy. Money had exchanged hands but Tyrone, Dayshawn and Wayne were still walking around breathing and Paul needed that to stop.
Paul just finished meeting with a shift investigator from the fire department and an insurance agent at the property. Through it all, he couldn’t believe the house he’d been raised in most of his life, was burned to the ground. His mother gave him the house on his eighteenth birthday and it meant a lot to him. But if things went his way, he may get compensated for more than it was worth when the investigation was over.
All of the queens were dressed in drag and at first look, you’d think they were a bunch of linebackers playing a joke on Halloween. All of them wore stringy wigs, run over shoes and fake purses. They were definitely hard on the eyes.
“I hope she hurry up!” Kevin says to Paul. “My cousin who’s doin’ security at the private poker party I was telling you about said the game is goin’ down tonight. So we gotta hurry up if we gonna hit it.”
“There her truck goes right there.” Paul points.
Big Boody Brandy parks his black Toyota Tundra at the curb and grabs her Teacup Yorkie to approach Paul. Four queens open their car doors and follow. Now the crew Big Boody ran with was official. They spent money to have work done on their breasts, lips and hips. And the clothing they wore was always from a designer label. With one look you could tell who was getting real money between the two houses and who wasn’t.
Big
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