All in Letters to Ourselves

Dear Black, Gay Men,

I am deeply apologetic about not honoring your brokenness. It has been awhile since I have really set with all that comes with being black and gay. I have accepted your love as a requirement versus a privilege. I have looked at you just as much of a fetish as a white man looking for a big, black cock; not being able to articulate my admiration from your sense of showing up without minimalizing it as a sexual attraction.

I'm Finally Transitioning

This blog post is a part of my ever evolving truth and a small account of my life over the last 12 months.  This is a piece about my budding transition and how I have arrived at this place in my life. I imagine this to be hard to read for some as it will mean the death of the idea they have created of me in their heads. 

40, Double Degreed and HIV Positive

Today is World AIDS Day.

I have been living with HIV for 16 years. When I was diagnosed at 22 years old, I didn't think I would see my 30’s. Here I am looking forward to turning 40 years old next year and looking forward to living another 40 years. I've graduated with 2 degrees and now working on a Doctorate program.

Dear Black Transgender Sisters,

I apologize that we, gay black men, are sometimes no better than the rest of the world. That we treat you all like accessories, and wear you out and about, after 5 in the club but aren't there when it matters most. That we only respect your transitions if you meet our standards of beauty and femininity.