There I was, age 8, staring shamelessly at the wall in my room. I paused the video game I was playing of the day, only to realize I liked girls. But what kind of girls? The women I’ve seen on TV and movies I’ve never met any that remotely resembled them in real life. As many children in their formative years, I got shaped into my environment; a rough and tumble arena filled with beautiful black girls who had the teeth and tongue …























