I used to be a black super hero, but when I took my cape to the cleaners one day, those lousy sons of #@*$#es lost my laundry order. But, even though I can't fly anymore, I still have maintained some of my super techniques. I'm an artist (visual, musical, comical) who would love to be accompanied by a foxy, brown, independent lady who doesn't mind depending on someone else every once in a while. I want to have a compassionate and loyal friend who is not hesitant to exchange the hot, steamy sweetness that God created for girls and boys to enjoy. Make me smile, laugh, care, think, sweat, worry, frown, re-think, grin, laugh at myself and say "Damn, I'm a lucky man."