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...
From the Closet to the Grave

From the Closet to the Grave

There is a culture that exists between many men in which remaining closeted is preferred. I’m not speaking of the teenaged boy fearful of being thrown out the house for being gay, or individuals living in countries where laws forbid same gender loving people to live...