I will do my best to challenge the beliefs we have imbedded into our psyches, that to be enough- to be considered beautiful, we must be thin and white and whatever other dumbass patriarchal brainwashing notions of "perfection" they have slapped onto us and into our minds.
I’m sick of being invisible. I’m sick of the search for the gay gene; I know that idea makes some people more comfortable, but what really is wrong with just two grown people of the same gender loving each other?
A few days later, at the bar, you told your friends how having sex with him that morning was less intimate than holding hands used to be in sixth grade.
Here is what I know about my dad: He had children who have birth certificates that had "Negro" typed on them.
He was comfortable with his whiteness and with our Blackness.
He is nineteen when it starts. The doctors call it a psychotic break, but the words seem all wrong, because for something to split or tear apart, it should be brittle or weak at the seams in the first place.
