I Had a MUTHAfuckin’ dream, okaay?
I don’t mean fo’ be racist against nobody for nothin’, knowwhatI’msayin’? But why is it everytime I walk through my favorite gayborhood—THE Gayborhood, the one that defined them all, the one that is so stereotypically gay as gay there just ain’t no way around it–by which I mean, the Castro–why is it everytime I walk through there I always see scads of happy-ass fucking heterosexual couples and, like, no gay couples.
None.
Zilch.
Nada fo’ you mama.
I’m one of those people who’s all fucking Hallmark sappy and shit when I see a happy gay couple together as it wafts a butterfly flicker of hope my way in fanning my dream of one day too being in a happy go lucky boy-boy relationship. I don’t get pissy and bitter about it, no. It affirms my hopes for the future. And while I realize straight people are necessary to assure we as human beings have a future, we don’t need it squandered in our faces in the one place that’s suppopsed to be, like, the epicenter of queerocity.
I mean, fine, let the hets roam free, but in the name of all things Ms. Rosa Parks who done sat her tired ass at the back the bus 900 years ago and died yest morn, don’t make my sexuality take a back seat in the one place where we wiggas ride free, okay! Come out, come out, wherever you are, you stupid homo couples, and show yourselves so a little black boy like me can have some hope, hear now? Sheeeut….
