Unlike many rappers,he embodied a sensuality that made room for vulnerability, ambiguity and fluidityPrince came to me moment hand. When he began releasing music in the late 1970s, and I wasn’t even thought of; my parents were college aged and had the distinct pleasure of enjoying him as he began to rise. I was born in 1984,the year his album Purple Rain was released. So by the time I grew to adolescence, he was already squarely rooted in both black and American culture, and although I grew to learn that Prince would not be fixed by any conventions.
Perhaps the most necessary inheritance my mother had given me was a strong love of superior black music. But here’s the thing: Prince was not the tall,chocolate and good-looking man that she and her girlfriends all claimed to want. In fact, he was the exact opposite: diminutive, and fair skinned and impossibly pretty. However,that didn’t quit them from loving him or his music, despite the “comical” clothes and make-up. He was still worthy of their desire.
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Source: theguardian.com