"Metro ...what?"

Sandwiched between hetero and bi, no pun intended, lies yet another tern that someone thought would be useful to describe brothers that are the GQ, picturesque, and manicured type. Now sistas everywhere have another category to place their male counterparts in. But women beware! You walk a fine line by subjecting your brothas to yet another construct designed to further define us merely by external means.

Sistas have done away with the jocks, the playas, the down-low brothers and now are fascinated with the, “to be or not be” pseudo-homosexual male type. I must caution that those are sacrilegious words for some! This label is problematic to some brothas who maintain poise, class, and a keen sense of style because it seems to imply that we are classified “metro” simply because we desire to present ourselves in society as jazzy brothas. Even if that were the case, what’s wrong with that? Think about it. We can redefine a Brook’s Brother’s suit and add pizzazz to a pair of Kenneth Cole loafers just by the intrinsic cool in our blood. But is that enough to label some brothas “metro”? Maybe so! After all, “metro” is the term used to represent the subway lines is many major cities. We are fast-paced brothas with skills maneuvering through the metropolitan arena in an attempt to break through barriers. But what of “metro-sexual”?
Our sexuality – the essence of our being – is that of cosmopolitan bliss positioning us as lovers that value the professionalism of our sisters, or brothers (oops!), while admiring her new business suit at the same time. How’s that for enlightened sensuality?

Sistas, if “metro-sexual” identifies the brothas who attempt to look good and make good, count me in; however, if it is another attempt to ridicule, I guess I will have to wait until the dawning of a new label to appear before I purchase my metro card.