Please. Not Another Dumb Stereotype About Black Men

My date body-shamed, “black”-listed, and friend-zoned me in six sentences.

I thought Dirk was different. That’s why I flamed him on Grindr. He didn’t look like every other guy on the Berlin grid. It wasn’t just one thing — not his unkempt longish bleach-blond hair, not the eyeglasses, not the lip ring, not that he was fully…