Because the Internet churns out so much, so often, a writer can worry about getting lost in the shuffle
I forgot that there are many – but few of me. I’m not the only gay black male writer, but I am one of the few who are 30 (youngish), and sharing my experiences in spaces outside of gay media. It turns out datingranking.net/emo-chat-rooms that Places where black aunties and uncles primarily read ( EBONY , Essence ); sites my niece likely frequents more than I ( BET ); where straight men are ( Complex ); and sites that feel as white as that new gentrified coffee shop in Harlem with amazing vegan cookies ( Time ). Since I work from home, being clocked on a hook up app is my realization that people might actually read me.
So, one the one hand, it was flattering to be recognized and to be complimented about my work. On the other: That is not the point of a hook app up. Moreover, because I know there is a stigma attached to those who use these apps, I worried that being visible on Jack’d would eventually lead someone to question my character.
Not only did I carry with me the paranoia about what happens if you don’t have sex safely, I dragged along the notion that certain ways of getting off is worthy of shame
Two months later, I was told that someone screen capped a conversation I had on Jack’d with some other stranger that ended up in some Facebook group. I don’t know what the group is for; one presumes it’s for bitches that don’t know how to mind their own business. (suite…)