Connecting with My Uncle on LinkedIn

The two pages that summarized three decades of Uncle Amor’s work experience had tattered edges, a yellow tint, and the smell of old printer ink. It was the only testament to the career he had left behind in the Philippines.



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Ah, Yeah Beautiful Girls

He dreamt I was bodybuilder Kay Baxter. A bikinied beauty, yes, but not the figure I would have wanted to represent me at age 10, especially as the new girl in school, Black and visibly other.


The Eye Exam

“You’re not African American?”

He stares. “Not at all?”

He squints. “Not even partly?”


The Girl, The Well, The Ring

If you first see yourself in a host of ghosts, what does it mean to live despite that?


My Own Private Idaho

Their presence, as out gay boys, created a space and time where there was seemingly none in my life.


Negrita

She is a history of black girlhood distilled by time and brutality.