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Celebrating ‘second time around’ in black gay club scene

We may as well have been sitting on our own front porch, or behind the doors of a reserved conference room the way we acted. We three went on as if we had all day to arrive at our destination, a sure understanding of what was happening, and the significance of it all.

But it was 2 o’ clock in the morning, Monday morning, and I didn’t know about James or the sexy one whose name I forgot, but I had to be at work by 10 a.m. Less than one hour ago, we were children, playing the way children play when they know no adults are watching. Our bodies were possessed by the funk filling our asses, our loins, our minds and our hearts, pumping at once, like one hot cell pulsing with pleasure. We were inside the spirit in the dark.