She was a fair heavy chubby woman with big boobs. She was wearing a suit. She was very angry.Her eyes were red with rage as she came close to my face ...nd said, “Come with me.”I followed her to the toilet space between two compartments. The train was racing in the middle of the night. There was complete darkness inside and outside except for dim guiding light for us to walk.Do you remember how aunt Anupama said I have strange cuteness that would make any woman fall in love with me? That was one. "Well one of you is just going to have to sleep around I guess." I was only joking of course, I didn't expect the reponse I got."We thought about that, but with all the diseases these days it's kind of risky, we can't take the chance." Is there someone you know maybe, somebody you can trust?" They both looked at each other and then at me."Yeah there is, you." The drink I was holding in my hand fell to the floor."Jesus Christ you're not fucking serious?" Yes, we are."There was nothing funny. Many people in the black community pretend that black gays, black lesbians and bisexual black people don’t exist. I endeavored to change that. So I wrote about black gays and black lesbians. I ventured into forbidden territory by writing about gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transsexuals in the Haitian and Haitian-American communities. And you know what? The response was positive for the most part. Yes, I was right when I guessed that people who are often marginalized by mainstream society would. It has always been my opinion there are few sweeter sounds than the rumble of a Harley. The more Harleys there are rumbling the better. My Tabby loved them, too, she’d been packing behind her dad and me on Harleys since she was big enough to reach the pegs.Before that she’d ridden in those kangaroo or papoose things on our backs or chests you put babies in, or straddling a fat bob gas tank in front of us. I could remember a couple of runs during which we’d made her a bed in saddlebags, being.