Bedtime Stories in the BQN

Bedtime story BQN style with Papa JT reading this wonderful selection from Alice Walker's The Color Purple:

"She say, I love you, Miss Celie. And then she haul off and kiss me on the mouth.

Um, she say, like she surprise. I kiss her back, say, um, too. Us kiss and kiss till us can’t hardly kiss no more. Then us touch each other.

I don’t know nothing bout it, I say to Shug.

I don’t know much, she say.

Then I feels something real soft and wet on my breast, feel like one of my little lost babies mouth.

Way after while, I act like a little lost baby too," (pg. 113).

Jimmy Got Fingered

Baldwin wouldn’t fuck me even if we were the last two faggots

left on earth. Jimmy liked the Giovannis, John Gallianos, or

maybe an Oscar Wilde. Me, I would take a Marc Jacobs (if the

opportunity came knocking). I don’t even know if pristine cocks

like that are into Black Boys. Queers need an alternative

society. Two men fucking each other will always be an

absurdity. Unless you’re a cunt licking lesbian. Dykes get play

too. Nietzsche knows what I’m talking about. I suck therefore

he comes. Eureka! Freud needs to liberate Foucault. Proust was

on some other shit. Steers, Queers, Fems, Trans, AGs, and

everybody on the DL wants to fall in love. lol!!! Really, gay

people getting married? That shit is hella hetero. Quakers are

my Friends. Those my mutha fuckin niggas….they, get it. Atomic

bombs are uncut. So is Dali. Now Egypt has a revolver. Jamaica

never got their revolution. Tulsa gave Larry Clark a pistol.

(GILTF) “Guy I’d Like to Fuck;” Kanye wears JESUS pieces. Jay’s

a big brother but that nigga just needs a father. TAKE MY LIFE.

I feel like dying.

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