I remember how being young and black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the light and the key, but a lot of it was purely hell.
What I leave behind has a life of its own.
Well, I do not want to be tolerated, nor misnamed. I want to be recognized.
Self-care is not about self-indulgence , it is about self-preservati on.
The more I use my strength in the service of my vision the less I am afraid.
If you do not learn to hate you will never be lonely enough to love easily nor will you always be brave, although it does not grow any easier. Do not pretend to convenient beliefs, even when they are righteous; you will never be able to defend your city while shouting.