Loco for Coco
By Ilya Marritz
TRUE STORY. Two gay men recently stood in front of a newsstand in New York City, transfixed by an ass. A gigantic, superhuman, glistening ass, sitting on a chair, crack side out. The ass was bisected by a thong and attached to a body�arms, legs, hair (shiny, bottle-blond), the appendages of a female Homo sapien tacked onto the ass like needles sticking out of a pincushion.
� �Coco�s wildest photo shoot ever,� � said Gay Man Number 1, reading from the cover of Black Men Magazine.
�Coco? Who�s that?� said Gay Man Number 2.
A young man in a do-rag who was passing by overheard the conversation and stopped in his tracks. �Yo, that�s Ice T�s wife!� he exclaimed, sounding a protective note. �That�s Coco!�
�Oh. Hey, thanks.�
The do-rag dude sauntered on, leaving the two gay men to scratch their heads and speculate on whether Mrs. Ice T had had surgical enhancement to her posterior.
Coco, or more precisely, Coco�s ass, may not be the gay man�s cup of tea, but something about the Coco phenomenon hints at a deep-buried kinship with our straight black brothers. For one thing, there�s the, um, embrace of the ass as a sexual object. Black guys are generally less inhibited about this�remember Sir Mix-a-Lot? What�s more, the sexual tastes of gay men and (straight) black men sometimes tend to the hard-to-attain�for many gay guys, it�s unstraightening a heterosexual man; for some black men, it�s snagging a lily-white blond. So much the better, then, if she�s �dragin� [sic] some wagon� or has �one hell of a caboose,� as one Coco fan noted on the Web.