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A review by axmed
Blanche Cleans Up by Barbara Neely
fast-paced
5.0
some of my favourite passages
"Donnie’s voice drew itself up to its full weight: “I’m the first black lover Ray-Ray ever had.” He sounded every bit like a grand-prize winner.
Blanche was surprised. But why? There was no reason gay men should escape the pink pussy jones, just because there was no pussy involved. Being gay didn’t relieve you of your white-is-better slave heritage."
"At the same time, she was depressed by the knowledge that there was really nothing surprising about what Samuelson had done. She knew that all these years of being hated for no reason beyond color had convinced some black people that the racists must be right. Did Samuelson hate himself as much as he did the people he called Aunt Jemima and Uncle Ben? Or did being a man of the cloth make him an honorary white in his own eyes?"
"I bet his dick curves up when it’s hard, she thought. Every man she’d ever known with an upturned dick had sex seeping out of his pores, just like this boy. No, not boy. Those wrinkles around his eyes and mouth weren’t all about laughing. Mid- to late thirties, probably."
"Donnie’s voice drew itself up to its full weight: “I’m the first black lover Ray-Ray ever had.” He sounded every bit like a grand-prize winner.
Blanche was surprised. But why? There was no reason gay men should escape the pink pussy jones, just because there was no pussy involved. Being gay didn’t relieve you of your white-is-better slave heritage."
"At the same time, she was depressed by the knowledge that there was really nothing surprising about what Samuelson had done. She knew that all these years of being hated for no reason beyond color had convinced some black people that the racists must be right. Did Samuelson hate himself as much as he did the people he called Aunt Jemima and Uncle Ben? Or did being a man of the cloth make him an honorary white in his own eyes?"
"I bet his dick curves up when it’s hard, she thought. Every man she’d ever known with an upturned dick had sex seeping out of his pores, just like this boy. No, not boy. Those wrinkles around his eyes and mouth weren’t all about laughing. Mid- to late thirties, probably."