The night started off like so many others. A group of twenty-something year old black people sat lounging in a living room, accepting the silent consensus to skip the club scene. Instead one of the women in the group shared the treasure that was her iTunes collection as we sat reminiscing to the music. As any black person will tell you, music has the power to unite people and during that September evening in Brooklyn that’s exactly what it was doing.
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My cousin and I had just moved to New York from Indianapolis and were newbies to the group of three friends; but the music emanating from one of the woman’s laptop speakers had established a commonality amongst strangers. The lone man in the room had little to say to us, but even he loosened up as the designated D.J. shuffled her way through 90’s Hip Hop and R&B classics. Next up was Dru Hill’s 90’s hit Tell Me.
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I mentioned the fact that this song, despite its overt sexual content, was featured on the Nickelodeon variety show All That. From then on we started dissecting the lyrics, noting just how inappropriate the song was for children. At the end of the first verse, the group exclaims, in four-part harmony, exactly what they’re going to do: “Foreplay at one won’t end till two.”
The DJ took that one: “That means he’s going to give her head for an hour!”
My brow furrowed. I had always considered head, face, cunnilingus– to be precise, to be a part of the sex act itself. In retrospect I probably should have kept my mouth shut but alas I said in sincere confidence: “That doesn’t mean head.”
The D.J’s responded, “What kind of deprived sex life are you leading where foreplay doesn’t include head?”
Uh-oh.
That question, though potentially rhetorical, had just exposed me. I could have smiled it off but I chose to tell the truth. Blood flowed to my face as I said these next words:
“Well, I wouldn’t know. I’m a virgin.”
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