We are three friends scattered across the globe, each navigating life as gay Zimbabweans.
There is a dearth of Tops in this city. The Top scene is dominated by white 55 year old men with dicks the size of my pinky toe yet they text on Grindr as if they are armed with twelve inches. I am tired of old white men thinking they are entitled to young black boy’s ass. No sis, unless you are paying my bills keep your saggy ass balls away from me. This entitlement to be quite frank is racist, the assumption, oftentimes, is that your white skin will give you currency. No, not here. That shit may fly with some black boy still trying to unlearn the internalized trauma of Apartheid mixed in with some serious case of Daddy Issues but it won’t fly with me!
Also, call me petty or shallow, but I am not letting you fuck me if your dick is the size of a baby carrot. I’m sorry I am well endowed and I am sorry I can take dick but no, I shall not waste my time prepping only to feel like I am being fingered by anyone. I have told people to go after pulling down their zippers and realizing that that size was not going to cut it. I only want it if its fat fat or if its sizeable. #SizeQueen
For my non-white brothers, especially black brothers, I show love mostly without size discrimination if he cute enough. But everyone else got to jump through all these hoops because when Graham was 24 and felt he could rule the world he didn’t want the black boy when he could have cute 23 year old Brett. Now that Graham is lonely and wilting away he wants to ride the supposed wave of his white privilege and colonize my ass? Not today Satan and not ever.
Sincerely a frustrated powerbottom size queen.
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