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The next morning, when Steven woke up, he screamed as he checked his cell phone while I laid asleep beside him. He was frantically looking through his phone when I opened my eyes, and he said, “Baby, what the fuck happened last night?”
All I could do was say, “You gotta watch the video, baby!”
I saw the video when it posted after midnight, and I wasn’t about to tell him what had happened. Steven watched the one-minute edit, which wasn’t the whole consummation of our marriage, just Steven climaxing, then snoring loud enough for the bar to hear, then me telling Dom, “Okay, you can come in now. We good.”
It ends with me holding my mouth in horror, while there is a pink eggplant covering Steven’s fully erect dick. The eggplant was blinking though, and when it went dark, there was Lil Stevie, in all of his fully-erected glory! And him was still cold!
Needless to say, it went viral in under three hours, and it was captioned Gojo.com; turning gay men straight for over twenty years. It turns out it wasn’t a stranger who posted it. It was Alex, the acting CEO of my website, gojo.com. And it wasn’t shady, it was his way of saying congratulations.
However, Alex had over 200,000 gay social media subscribers at the time who liked his underwear pictures, so one post from him was enough to fuel the video overnight.
Steven read the post Alex wrote aloud, “The first time Josephine fucked me, I was ready to marry the fish, and everybody knows I’m as gay as they come, ya feel me? But, real talk, if I knew Steven could fuck like that, I would have let him fuck me instead of Josephine. Who knew I’d want a niggah and a bitch at the same damn time! Jo is that bitch, I swear! Check out her webcam site at gojo.com to see what GoJo can do for you. You better Go, Jo! Congrats, Boss Lady!”
That post got about five million likes in eight hours, which crashed my website for like two hours, but we gained like 10,000 members that day. But in the same day, Steven had received over 10,000,000 text messages, social media messages, and gay-ass pics from men all over the world who watched the video. By that afternoon, there was even a song to go with the video called, “Okay, You Can Come in Now, Baby. We Good.” Some fool, DJ Azod, took my only line in the damn video and kept chopping it up over a club beat.
As embarrassed as I was to watch the song go from fifty views to two million views in the course of an hour, it was worth it to watch Steven die of embarrassment watching himself laying on the floor of the nastiest bathroom in Philadelphia with his pants down. But after watching the video of the song for a while, he started laughing, which was good!
It wasn’t the nudity that embarrassed him, it was the violation of his privacy, which I knew was a big issue for Steven. But in a strange way, he saw that I had given him the memorable wedding that was completely about us, down to the viral videos, songs, and story to tell our kids about our unorthodox wedding day.
You would think that this was great news for our life, our business, and the memory of our wedding day, but, like I said, the haters don’t want us to be happy. That viral video mess was the last time I saw Steven smile in a long while.
That night and the following weeks were all I thought about when I watched my husband fight for his life; bleeding out, dying, yet still worried about me. It’s enough to make a bitch wanna kill, you know? But in retrospect, love and hate defined our relationship equally.
I cried so many nights, cursing anyone who would be so hateful as to wish a newlywed couple ill will after watching their wedding videos, but now I know that if it was not for the hate, Steven and I would not have had a good way to test our love and endurance as a married couple.
So, at the end of the day, I guess the real lesson was that before we could smile again, we had to endure pain from at least a fraction of everyone who watched our video and read about our love story in disgust.
I married the man of my dreams, only to present him to the wolves for slaughter, and I blamed myself although that was never my intention. Instead of hiding our love, I shared it with the people we knew, and they shared it with the world the way it was received, with love. Yet, the love was always there, but hate was something we would have to learn to live with.