"Not a plant, not in the Earth based sense of the word. It doesn't even have DNA, and least not based on the same amino acids we use. I think this mig...t be an alcohol-based life-form, rather than a water-based life-form. It's so badly decayed, it's difficult to tell. The leaves have a vague celluloid structure, but... Oh heck Eli, they can't be leaves." Why not?" The decay is so bad I can barely make this out, but there doesn't seem to be anything to suggest a stem direction. It's all. They give me a fake smile, stare straight ahead or avert their eyes when they see me coming. How can I date a white woman or a white man if that’s how they look at me? The answer is simple. I don’t date them. I don’t sleep with them. They see me as a potential menace to society rather than a real human being. Simply because I’m black. Wow. Yet many of them secretly fetishize men like myself and crave us. I’ve lost count of how many nerdy gay white guys and curious white chicks have come onto me. I was still trying to figure out what was going on. His hands pressed in and ran up my sides, then again, his hands opened out. I knew his hands were going to pass over my breasts again. His hands moved down, pressing more firmly, and began to pass over my breasts. In that moment, I had a sudden, shocking thought. Was having my breasts massaged part of what I had agreed to? His hands moved around, up, and then down over my breasts again, catching my nipples, making them quiver and. There was a very good chance that a newpace was taking shape and I was going to have very little to do with how fast things would progress. A hint of a smile joined her captivating gaze. I half motioned to her, offering a subtle salute with my wineglass. My heart jumped in my chest, as she moved in the direction of my seat. The wine swirled across his tongue, rewarding me with a peppery finish while my mind anticipated what could be a spicy beginning.Her eyes never left mine, as she walked.