The Mourning After: My Friend Peter

The Mourning After: My Friend Peter

The room was filled with beautiful Black and Brown bodies moving to the beat of Lil’ Kim and Ray J’s ‘Wait a Minute.’ Entranced by the energy of a Friday night and the mix of fragrances dancing in the air, I looked to my left—and there he was. He stood out like a sore...
The Coronavirus Reset

The Coronavirus Reset

We’re all bored in the house and in the house bored. Yes, I, too, can join the quarantine fun and spout viral TikTok catch-phrases at random. It appears more people are discovering the app’s tongue in cheek appeal due to The Coronavirus.Rona, as she’s unaffectionately...
How I Came Out To My African American Father From The Rural South In An Old Payphone Booth In New York City: My Journey Of Getting Comfortable Being Uncomfortable – Part 1

How I Came Out To My African American Father From The Rural South In An Old Payphone Booth In New York City: My Journey Of Getting Comfortable Being Uncomfortable – Part 1

On a hot summer day in June 2013, I stood in an old pay phone booth in New York City. I was to have a conversation that I would remember for the rest of my life. It was on this day that I told my African American father from the rural south that I was gay. I didn’t...