No matter where “Van” and I went in Ft. Lauderdale we saw the same thing. Older white men with much younger black men in in their company.
They were on the beaches. In the restaurants. Window shopping.
Oftentimes the white man would seem well-heeled, driving a Mazzerati, BMW or Benz. And the black guy would look like they were barely out of college.
Oftentimes the black “pet,” as I liked to call them, would be very slender, shorter and dark-skinned. And very feminine.
And they seemed to fawn over their white masters lovers like little lap dogs.
The pets would glance over at Van and me and give us a glance I couldn’t figure out. Was that slight embarrassment or a look of superiority?
Unlike most black men they wouldn’t even nod or say hello to Van and me. They just looked at and through us like we didn’t exist.
Our Florida friends hipped us to the game we already knew. A lot of older white gay men in South Florida keep young black men.
Sure they might get money, a nice crib and spending money but I knew the trap they were in.
I have a friend who lives in Florida named “Conrad” who was kept by a white man. Conrad lived with this man in his expensive South Beach home and had access to his luxury car. They vacationed in Europe.
But when Conrad turned 30 the white man broke up with him and soon found a younger model. And Conrad was left without a home. Hell he didn’t even get an education or property out of the deal.
I mean if you are going to be kept get something out of it.
Just when I was getting disgusted seeing this kept boy scenario everywhere Van and I decided to take in the movie “Belle” one afternoon.
And I saw something that restored my hope that gay relationships between men of different races can be healthy.
A middle-aged interracial couple was leaving the movie. They were close in age and neither looked especially attractive but they had a beautiful spirit about them.
The black man had injured his foot and wore one of those plastic boots and limped.
His white partner walked slowly and carefully beside him as if he was ready to catch him if he stumbled. His tenderness was sweet.
They smiled and talked quietly to each other, perhaps about the film they just saw.
The sight of them made my heart smile.