True story. From 2009.

It wasn't long ago that my girlfriend admitted she had a crush on Serena Williams. "That fierceness, it just undoes me," she whispered. And I know it took a lot for her to say this. Brought up a strict Catholic she felt that homosexuality is a sin.

My girlfriend is 5'3, petite, blond and brown-eyed. She is gorgeous and I am so lucky to call her mine. I am ten years her senior and know that other men envy me. Not just because she is physically lovely, but because she is true in her heart, warm and tender, and fiercely honest.

So when she told me that it is hard for her to make love to me without thinking of Serena, it both thrilled me and confused me. I was hurt by it, but it made me so excited.

So I suggested to her that we find a black woman with beauty and physical strength to share our lust with. She told me that she wasn't sure she could do that with me. That it would inhibit her. I know without her saying it that she wanted my permission.

Again I felt hurt, but the thought of her with a strong black woman was so exciting to me. And, as I looked her in the eye, I saw that it's what she wanted, wanted in the worst way. And I wanted to give it to her.

It was an act of love.

We began our campaign to find a suitable partner for her through Craigslist. And as we did so she cried. "I feel like I'm hurting you. I never wanted to hurt you." She took my hand and looked at me through tears.

"Shh, it's alright. I want you to have this. I love you."