I went out last night to El Cid – it was Jellybean Benitez’s return to Los Angeles, and absolutely NO ONE in this world spins soulful house like this guy. He’s amazing. I ordered my Long Island, got to sippin’, and soon started dancing because the music was beautiful. While taking a brief break, a man introduced himself to me. A tall man. A bald man. A gorgeous, chocolate, well-dressed man that I could just look at all day. As we talked – about Chicago, house music, the South, Jellybean – I realized that it has been eons since I’ve dated a black man seriously, and I could tell that he was intelligent and good-hearted. Possibilities started to play themselves out in my imagination as he described his job as an event promoter.
Then he mentioned his husband.