While out in Los Angeles earlier this month I caught up with my screenwriter buddy “Drake” at my usual hangout the 24 diner on Santa Monica.
Drake grew up in the hood in Oakland, was a hip hop dancer for rap artists back in the day, and can debate any black issue of the day, including the police murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson.
Despite his black consciousness Drake has had a white lover going on 20 years. And by white I mean middle American, straight-laced, Perry Como-looking white.
They get along well and are deeply committed but when you see them together you think “How the fuck did those two get together?”
But Drake says “Michael” is his type. The fatherly white type.
It seems when Drake was growing up he was hooked on shows like “My Three Sons,” “Leave it to Beaver,” and “The Brady Bunch.”
And as a young budding gay lad he found himself attracted to the white Daddys he saw on the family TV.
“Hey, I like what I like,” he says without a trace of shame or guilt.
I’m just a few years older and watched the same shows. But hell I would do John Amos from “Good Times” or Clifton Davis From “That’s My Momma” before Mr. Cleaver, the father of Beaver.
Q: Readers do you think the men you saw on TV or comics in your youth influenced your taste in men?