You Neva Know Why
BY
SENE’ POINDEXTER
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You neva know why
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I want to thank God first, my mother and father for having me. Thanks to my family, for their unyielding support. All of my friends and people who as come into my life for a season or a lifetime…tank you all
GENO
“Ain’t Shyt you can tell me about being saved…hell, ain’t none of these mutha fuckers running around ere saved, all the way up to the preachers!,” Geno said as if e had a lot to say.
“Dude, you always talking tat sit, do you need a hug,” I said jokingly. “Hell na’all queen…a bitch cool.” I love Geno, because e could give me the skinny on gay life. I met him in college by accident. I would try to get to know people at school; but everybody was doing things I didn’t want to do. I didn’t want to pledge a sorority, I really didn’t have an identity my first year of college. I saw Geno; he had on this bad ass tree color well put together suit. He added cream color slack pants, brown shoes, pink button down polo, and a red bow tie. He felt like he was fly. Actually, he looked really nice. He had a swimmers body type. He had long eye lashes and beautiful sandy color skin. I knew I would get along with him, like spirits I guess.
“Queen what are you doing today, or who you doing today I should say,” Geno said. “Hell I’m not doing anything today, pay bills and take it on up to another level,” I said stretching. “You need to it me up after you take care of your business, peace queen,” Geno said hanging up the telephone. Geno made me smile when I am down; e really is a cool dude. He was the first person I told I think I liked women. He told me, I remember like it was yesterday, “I knew you were, I was just waiting for you to tell me you were gay, gurl, and welcome to my world!” Every since that time, we have been like and glove. He took me to a house party, all of these gay men were jus, as fine as, they wanted to be. “I know I’ve seen you somewhere before,” I said to this tall bald head chocolate guy. I knew I had seen him at a corporate dinner or lunch. I remembered I’m because e was the first guy I’ve ever seen made the room stand still for me and I’m a lesbian. Geno introduced me to him, is name was Sebastian Holmes and e owns a down home soul food place, it was the best food on this side of the Mississippi. I was looking for other lesbians; there were none to be found. I tried to stick close to Geno, but e was talking laughing dancing around with all is other friends. Te music was loud, they call it punk music. I only saw this type of shyt on Madonna’s video, Vogue. I was like a little child. Everything I ever wanted, to be free and gay! I started drinking a little bit, and then the owner told me to have as much as I wanted. I didn’t want to show my ass because I knew my moms raised me to be a lady, but tonight, I wanted to be free. A young lady came in, I started talking to her and she started to look real good to me, while[32Z` drunk. It was there I kissed my first girl. I didn’t want her; the point was to kiss her in my head. I knew she was digging me, but after my drunkenness started to settle a bit, I saw se didn’t look like Halle Berry, but Berry White or some sit.