On Black Decadence

Every year after, I never forgot what my father said. This is for us. This is for us. This is for us.



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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.