Naisha and I have known each other for years, growing up in the same housing complex. Through out our growth within the community we never really held conversation for too long. Apprehensive by the way she would be judge or ridiculed by her friends or family had her feeling very uneasy.
Although, my appearance had her feeling intimidated I truly believed she was very curious about me tomboyish ways. Being gay I love acting like a boy and wearing their clothes. Even though, I am a female I will never dress famine because I am an aggressive. For those who don’t understand what an aggressive is; that’s a more respectful title we female gays in the hood preferred to be giving than a dyke or butch and I am proud to call myself that.
Naisha was a very sweet looking girl, young and luscious, ever curve in her body stood out too all of the guys in the hood. Trying to bag that ass left guys pissed because she wasn’t going for the same old tired shit those motherfuckers tried pulling. However, I must have gaydar because I felt ma was waiting for the right gay women to free her from the anxiety of dealing with her sexual preference.
Naisha and me began developing a relationship when I bumped into her while walking down the back staircase of the building we had lived in. Puffing on a newly lit joint Naisha had her floors’ stairwell clouded with smoke.
“Looking at me with those red chinky eyes Naisha,” said what’s up Ty! “You want to share some of this smoke with me? “Hell yeah ma, I replied!” Loving to indulge myself with weed I gladly accepted her invitation to participate.