And just like every other white man who suffered with a dual identity, who wore a mask of good to cover up the evil, Lee sought to fulfill his insatiable sexual appetite on the internet, on porn sites and phone lines, on cam sites and hook-up apps, and in motel rooms with strangers with meaningless encounters that triggered the endorphins that thrilled him and filled him with shame and disgust simultaneously. He was a slave to his lusts. He was just one of the millions of typical and average white men who would spend hours and hours every day, swiping, scrolling, and hunting for the biggest, hardest, thickest black dick he could find. All he cared about was having anonymous Black men shove their dicks down his throat and up his ass as hard as possible, his only objective was being used and abused, punished for his sin of not being the sort of white man he longed to be.
It was that fear of being seen as anything other than a good guy that drove Lee to present to the world a whole host of lies and masks that hid his true desires, his true identity. Ultimately, Lee was the cowardly lion who was filled with fear, trapped in a mental prison he didn’t even know shackled him, afraid to be anything other than what he was told he could be. Even more paralyzing, Lee was consumed with the fear that he was insignificant, that in the vastness of all eternity, the blink of an eye that would be his life, would amount to absolutely nothing.
Fate had different plans for Lee.
After The Shift, firmly entrenched in the Black New World Order, Lee was free. Lee was now the archetype of all that white men could ever hope to be; he was everything white men were incapable of being when the world was enslaved under Artificial Intelligence. In the New World, Lee had been transformed into an erotic provocateur, a sexual concierge to Black men, a true sensual and sensitive lover by the one true Goddess of transformation and healing herself, Scottie Lowe. She was his Southern Star, his Fairy GOD Mother, from The Wiz OBVIOUSLY, who opened his eyes and heart to show him that he possessed the power to break the chains that enslaved him, and who showed him how to get home. She had transmuted him: body, mind, and soul, into the perfect white man, not just a white submissive man but someone unimaginable in the previous world that was under the imprisonment of the fallacy of white supremacy.
In the now, which was called “today” in the Old World, Lee was going to be entertaining a King he’d never met before, and it was his job to make sure that everything would be perfect. His current residence was a two-bedroom loft in midtown Atlanta that was designed with one goal in mind, to cater to and please Black men. Scottie technically owned the condo but he didn’t have to pay rent or utilities or do anything other than work his magic on Black men, he even got a weekly allowance of $1000 but he rarely spent a penny of it. His only job, nay, his only joy in life was to serve Black men because there certainly wasn’t any sort of work or labor involved. Nothing fulfilled his soul more.
Having done his homework, Lee had studied the dossier that was provided for him. Everyone he met was asked to fill out a rather extensive questionnaire that described their likes and preferences for food, alcohol, weed, music, even his favorite fragrances, and of course, what sort of sexual services he wanted. Nothing was off limits. Lee was an AfroerotiK geisha; he could perform any sexual act with such skill and precision that he would make a man’s eyes roll back in his head and cry for his mama. No stone was left unturned, no detail was too small.
Lee was always nervous, his stomach a flurry of butterflies and worry right before he received his guests. As soon as he opened the door, his training would kick in and he would go into service mode and that, ultimately, was where his heart and soul were most comfortable. Lee lived and loved to serve, to be in complete service to Black men.
He got a text from the driver that they were 15 minutes out. That was his signal to shake off his nerves and finish any last-minute touches.
His guest for the entire weekend, Marvin, was 58, he’d recently quit his job as a car salesman in Delaware, and he was moving to Atlanta to join the Atlanta Wequilibrium Family. Wequilibrium is a community where everything, every single thing is free and you contribute your talents and your energy to the community in exchange. That’s it. Its goal is to restore a true Garden of Eden to the world, a society of abundance, creativity, and Love. It is a community based on the genuine Love for all the members, and Love from all the members for the larger collective, for the family. There is no pyramid, no hierarchy where one person holds all the power and wealth and manipulates the have-nots like pieces in a cruel game. Wequilibrium is balance; Wequilibrium is home.
Everything was completely new to Marvin. He hadn’t been given a place to live, he hadn’t had his initial intake meeting, he had just completed his 3-week cleansing retreat in Costa Rica and he literally just got off the private plane and his first stop was Lee.
“Welcome, it’s so nice to meet you,” Lee said as he opened the door, smiling widely. He felt a jolt of electricity pass through his body as he saw Marvin’s warm smile and deep, sensual eyes, his smooth, milk-chocolate complexion, and the most magnificently shaved, shiny, bald head. To the untrained eye, Marvin looked like a stylishly dressed, handsome, mature Black man: standing just shy of 6′, a hint of grey in his close-cropped beard, sporting an olive-green t-shirt, an asymmetrical, oversized denim jacket, a brown leather shoulder-bag crossing his body, and completing the outfit with a bohemian styled pair of olive-green pants with an oversized, intricate mandala pattern adorning the right leg. Lee immediately recognized it as classic Wequilibrium style, more specifically, the casual and relaxed “uniform” newcomers wear while they are detoxing. Everything worn by everyone in the We Family was one-of-a-kind so there was no specific uniform, per say, but the signature Afrocentric fashionista aesthetic of the Wequilibrium Family was undeniable.
Overwhelmed and light-headed by Marvin’s glowing, almost regal presence, Lee melted just a bit, in a way that his previous identity would have felt ashamed of. He was overwhelmed with feelings of attraction and giddiness that the puppet masters of the Matrix had previously brainwashed him to believe that those feelings were only viable to women, and Lee would have devolved into darkness and depravity to fight the intense shame for feeling any emotion or sensation that he thought a real man would never feel, especially for another man.
Marvin’s energy was strong. His bloodline was royal, ancient, dating back before Atlantis and Lemuria, before Pangea and Gondwana, to the very beginning, to the birth of three-dimensional reality itself. The Old World had succeeded in shackling his identity and imprisoning it in the illusion of mediocrity but Marvin was far from it. He was going through a divine transformation himself, a restructuring of his consciousness and he was about to learn that his very being was instrumental in creating the New World.