My Baby Is Black!!! (1961)
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jy-zVlB4mvA
“All art is a kind
of confession, more
or less oblique”
—James Baldwin,
“James Baldwin: The Flesh
and the Devil,” Love in a
Dark Time
My own Negroid sexuality was concentrated, but somewhat limited. Dwayne Jerome in the Tigertown hippie ghetto on Chimes Street. Ahmos ZuBolton the young editor of The Delta Journal at LSU and later famous Black Arts poet and leader. A couple of young janitors in South Stadium, a stunningly handsome jet-black waiter in the infirmary cafeteria.
I’d submitted this poem to The Delta Journal—it was about falling in love with my kid brother. The opening lines were: “Incest is best / is our little nest / of social ambiguities.”
Of course, the Delta staff didn’t publish it—it was much too risqué for them back then in 1967. If they only knew how risqué it really was—why I fell in love with my kid brother. David was my dinge half-brother.
My half-brother's dinge dick—it was a deep dark secret that his jesus-freak wife was desperate to conceal. But it was no big deal to me—David was my first lover. His black dick—was the first dick I ever sucked. Back in high school—when I was a senior and he was a sixteen-year-old sophomore.
David was drop-dead goodlooking. If goodlooks could kill—then I must’ve died a thousand deaths. He was my dinge half-brother—the love-child from my mother’s second marriage. To a young Chicago saxophonist she met at a nightclub back then.
He was totally and shamelessly shocking to me—David’s dinge dick was 10” long and thick as my wrist at the base. He was an albino kid—with his mother’s bright orange hair & kinky pubes. He got stoned all the time—later a drop-out hustler who joined the Navy.
I took him one weekend to Kansas City—to see a flick at the gay Lavender Cinema. The first French porno film we ever saw—"My Baby's Black!" (1961). It was a dumpy porno movie house full of dirty old men. But there it was—right up there on the grimy silver screen. David’s big black dick—the original "My Baby's Black!" mandingo penis.
It wasn’t mulatto beige—or passable caramel or milk chocolate. It was a jet-black baby-maker—just like the one David had down between his lanky legs. Incestuous miscegenal love—there’s nothing quite like it.
In fact, it's the reason why I followed David down to Shreveport when Mother & Leo kicked him outta the house. I ended up at LSU & he lasted a year at Northwestern State College in Natchitoches before joining the Navy. That's how much I was infatuated with him—I followed him all the way down to Louisiana to get away from Kansas City.
I explained this brief history of Dingeology to ZuBolton—it’s what the “Brotherly Love” poem that submitted to Delta was all about. The only place to go was to live with our divorced father down at Bossier City at Barksdale AFB.
I couldn't help it; after graduating from high school, my lust & longing for David’s dinge dick seduced me down to Huey P. Long's Banana Republic. I quickly forgot about David tho—enthralled by all the dark-skinned Creole & Cajun boyz in the dorms.
And soon I was overtaken by dinge lust for real live Negritude. Baton Rouge wasn’t just French for “Red Stick.” It was “Black Stick” too—all the way, baby. Shameless, isn't it? It's so shameless that I decided write that poem about it. ZuBolton nodded after that—he definitely had my number.
I confess all these years later—it was Faulkner’s “Bon the Beautiful” who made me do it. It was “Absalom, Absalom”—that made me slay my kid brother Abel every chance I could get. I had the “Mark of Cain bad”—I was in love with my dinge brothers.
I had the “Yoknapatawpha Curse” bad—tattooed on my forehead between my two ogling eyeballs. How else could I explain it—the HooDoo VooDoo Vibes? Later like Faulkner—I got a Nobel Prize for it. And Ole Miss gave me tenure—as Full Professor in Delta Dingeology Literature.
__________________
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jy-zVlB4mvA
“All art is a kind
of confession, more
or less oblique”
—James Baldwin,
“James Baldwin: The Flesh
and the Devil,” Love in a
Dark Time
My own Negroid sexuality was concentrated, but somewhat limited. Dwayne Jerome in the Tigertown hippie ghetto on Chimes Street. Ahmos ZuBolton the young editor of The Delta Journal at LSU and later famous Black Arts poet and leader. A couple of young janitors in South Stadium, a stunningly handsome jet-black waiter in the infirmary cafeteria.
I’d submitted this poem to The Delta Journal—it was about falling in love with my kid brother. The opening lines were: “Incest is best / is our little nest / of social ambiguities.”
Of course, the Delta staff didn’t publish it—it was much too risqué for them back then in 1967. If they only knew how risqué it really was—why I fell in love with my kid brother. David was my dinge half-brother.
My half-brother's dinge dick—it was a deep dark secret that his jesus-freak wife was desperate to conceal. But it was no big deal to me—David was my first lover. His black dick—was the first dick I ever sucked. Back in high school—when I was a senior and he was a sixteen-year-old sophomore.
David was drop-dead goodlooking. If goodlooks could kill—then I must’ve died a thousand deaths. He was my dinge half-brother—the love-child from my mother’s second marriage. To a young Chicago saxophonist she met at a nightclub back then.
He was totally and shamelessly shocking to me—David’s dinge dick was 10” long and thick as my wrist at the base. He was an albino kid—with his mother’s bright orange hair & kinky pubes. He got stoned all the time—later a drop-out hustler who joined the Navy.
I took him one weekend to Kansas City—to see a flick at the gay Lavender Cinema. The first French porno film we ever saw—"My Baby's Black!" (1961). It was a dumpy porno movie house full of dirty old men. But there it was—right up there on the grimy silver screen. David’s big black dick—the original "My Baby's Black!" mandingo penis.
It wasn’t mulatto beige—or passable caramel or milk chocolate. It was a jet-black baby-maker—just like the one David had down between his lanky legs. Incestuous miscegenal love—there’s nothing quite like it.
In fact, it's the reason why I followed David down to Shreveport when Mother & Leo kicked him outta the house. I ended up at LSU & he lasted a year at Northwestern State College in Natchitoches before joining the Navy. That's how much I was infatuated with him—I followed him all the way down to Louisiana to get away from Kansas City.
I explained this brief history of Dingeology to ZuBolton—it’s what the “Brotherly Love” poem that submitted to Delta was all about. The only place to go was to live with our divorced father down at Bossier City at Barksdale AFB.
I couldn't help it; after graduating from high school, my lust & longing for David’s dinge dick seduced me down to Huey P. Long's Banana Republic. I quickly forgot about David tho—enthralled by all the dark-skinned Creole & Cajun boyz in the dorms.
And soon I was overtaken by dinge lust for real live Negritude. Baton Rouge wasn’t just French for “Red Stick.” It was “Black Stick” too—all the way, baby. Shameless, isn't it? It's so shameless that I decided write that poem about it. ZuBolton nodded after that—he definitely had my number.
I confess all these years later—it was Faulkner’s “Bon the Beautiful” who made me do it. It was “Absalom, Absalom”—that made me slay my kid brother Abel every chance I could get. I had the “Mark of Cain bad”—I was in love with my dinge brothers.
I had the “Yoknapatawpha Curse” bad—tattooed on my forehead between my two ogling eyeballs. How else could I explain it—the HooDoo VooDoo Vibes? Later like Faulkner—I got a Nobel Prize for it. And Ole Miss gave me tenure—as Full Professor in Delta Dingeology Literature.
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