I Had a Dream Once


Thank God Somebody Had A Dream – w4m 38
Almost 40 years ago, I was conceived on the day Martin Luther King Jr. was shot, and what better way to celebrate his dream then to have anonymous sex with a stranger. Need not be african american, but must beleive in the dream that we are all created equal, especially in the bedroom. Extra consideration for anyone who can give me their story of being here on that fateful day.
God Bless.

Posted Memphis
Alive for 18 days
Total Responses: 20
Face Photos: 3
Penis Photos:1

Continuing the basic premise that I’m an asshole, I got bored one night watching news tributes to Dr. King. Now, I’ve spent time in Birmingham, Alabama, home to the civil rights struggle. I’ve slept with black men. And I’ve certainly been to Memphis. (In fact, I may be the only person to stay in the Jungle Suite at the Heartbreak Hotel  to NOT get laid. Ever have a man toss a pillow between you and him before he turn his naked backside to you and falls asleep? I have. Thank you Memphis.)  So for a moment, or a few days, I felt a twinge of guilt using the Reverend in such a nefarious manner. But, it paid off, it always paid off. There weren’t a lot of responses, in spite of its time spent posted.  Only 20 responses, but that’s to be expected in a smaller, slower town.  I really was hoping to get a few historical stories, and not the usual smut.  The last of these, is one of the nicest, most thoughtful emails I’ve ever received.   The first one one though, gives quite the disclaimer…

amen dr king was a great man and i’m white he stood for all thats good in man have a very good day

With you tonight will be like a dream. I am down with this, and I know MLK would be to. Lets climb to the top of the mountain. Hit me back if you are interested. Brad


Luther King did more for man kind than anyone in the 20th. Century. The two greatest men in this country’s history was Abe Lincoln and Martin Luther King. My name is Bill, I am a very young white male living in Charleston, South Carolina, I am attaching a photo, perhaps you can send me one back too. Write to me If you like.Bill



Interesting, your story makes me feel ancient. I was a Sr in high school that day. Had a date with a former girlfriend I was trying to woo back that night. We ended up watching TV and the news coverage instead of going out. I remember well. Wanna try some no strings sex? or at least talking about it. We are all equal as people everywhere


For me it was one of those days in your life that when you hear the news you never forget where you were nor what you were doing when you heard about it. I was only 10 years old but I somehow knew that life for all of us would never bee the same. I was sitting at home with my mom and we were scared and didn’t know how to react or what to say. The media was sketchy at best in those days and what we saw on tv really saddened me deeply.



You wrote a fascinating post: you were concevied on a tragic day. The times were tense; change was coming and new windstorms were forming. In 1968, I was a caucasion teen in Memphis. In those days, by law (de jure), Memphis remained segregated. Memphis had white schools and black schools, and resources favored whites. Dr. King instilled hope in most blacks, but most whites feared him.
Yet, Dr. King’s powerful message broke through legal and practical barriers: We should adjudge men and women by the “content of their character” and not the color of their skin. This truth shattered the webs and deceit of superiority based on skin color and gave promise to the dream and hope that is America.
Dr. King stared racism and white supremacy squarely in the eye, never blinked, and stood firm. His voice stirred my generation and inspired all who dared to listen. He charged ahead to unshackle the bonds of the oppressed and give hope to the hopeless. His “Letters from a Birmingham Jail” answered his critics who pleaded with him to “tone it down.” So long as injustice regined, he fought unwavering battles against the most powerful forces of the day, all of which aligned against him.
The vicious cowardly murder of Dr. King by a bigot silenced one powerful, golden-throated voice, but did not silence the dream. His words still reveberate, still echo, and still summon all of us today — black, white, latino, male, female, young, old, rich, poor, brilliant and dull, gifted and borderline — to stand in unity, forever remembering and never forgetting that we are all God’s children who possess opportunities unbridled and who must stand together as brothers and sisters to fight the good fight.
And you, dear woman, were conceived as the wheel of history turned and moved mightily, crushing the old prejudices, dashing the long held biases, and pointing toward a new day, a new time, a new city, a new America, a new world.