At a gay club in the ’90s, I compete for attention with lighter-skinned men — and confront years of internalized racism — My erection is pressing against the zip fly of my jeans. They’re JNCO jeans. Everybody’s wearing them but, if I’m honest, I think they look silly. They have wide, flared legs — you know, for dancing. The legs are so wide they cover your shoes, and God help you if…