So Hansel and his friend Big Baby come to my DC apartment to fix the vacuum cleaner and take care of a few other household tasks. Being men who work in construction, they are wearing wife-beaters, jeans and big boots. Their black skin glistens in the hazy heat.
Soon, they get thirsty and hungry so they repair to the bar across the street. This particular bar offers gay men the chance to eat like straight men. Its hearty portions are one of the reasons I like it. It is happy hour and so the two decide to have a cocktail. “Sex on the Dryer–one each” says Hansel. The bar man obliges.
When the drinks arrive, they are long and pink. “Very fruity” says Hansel, happily.