My Xmas Present!

So an amazing make-up artist gave me the cutest Xmas present. Samuel Paul. It doesn’t hurt that he’s a hottie! I met him on MySpace and have become a huge fan of his work as a make-up artist. He also sketches these wonderful portraits of models. I, being the cheeky bastard I am, asked him to sketch me and he did. Here it is!

The Race Entry Part II

Marcellas Reynolds by Photographer Gabriel Goldberg
Marcellas Reynolds by photographer Gabriel Goldberg

It’s late, or is it early? I’m experiencing mind-numbing insomnia. Since I returned from Chicago, I can’t sleep. Actually, I couldn’t sleep in Chicago. There I thought it was the time difference. Insomnia is the worst. I can’t get to sleep until 5 or 6 am, but I sleep till 1 or 2 in the afternoon once I do. It’s vampire hours. It’s 3 am, and I’m headed to bed, but I just checked my email. I got what I consider an ugly response to The Race Entry, my most responded to and read blog entry thus far. Yeah, I keep track of that. At first, I didn’t want to publish it, as it was anonymous, which I don’t like. I went as far as to not publish it under comments. I hit the reject button, but these replies get emailed to me so I had the copy. I walked away from it and came back. Here it is:

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The Race Entry

Marcellas Reynolds Photographed by Dart & Jake
Marcellas Reynolds photographed in Miami by Dart & Jake

Recently, I met a guy, or should I say a guy met me. He hit me up, made the initial approach if you will. The conversation was great. He was cute, smart, and had BODY. He was sexy. Since he approached me, I thought, “Why wouldn’t he want to hang out?” Yeah, hang out means go on a date or even more. When I asked him out, he said he was “Flattered,” and thought I was “Nice,” but he did not date Black guys. What? What does that mean? You don’t date Black guys. How can you not? He said he didn’t find Black men attractive. Hold up! What are you saying, “You don’t find Black men attractive?” How is that? Are you telling me that I’m not fine? Or Gary Dourdan? Or Kanye West? Or Michael Ealy? Or Tyson Beckford?

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