One of the most insightful lessons that I’ve learned is that coming out is a constant process. I once heard those words from a mentor but didn’t know exactly what they meant until they became relevant to me. I too, like most, dreaded the moment that I would need to…

Do you remember who you had your first time with? Not like that, ya nasty! I mean.. it could be like that but that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the first person that you ever told. Or maybe showed, because sometimes the conversation isn’t enough. You know, that…

One thing that I don’t think we talk about enough is internalized homophobia. Now, I know what you’re probably thinking. “Wow, that was direct. Are we not talking about it enough? Do we even need to bring this up? Are there really that many people out there that deal with that?” The answer is…

Imagine being strapped into a rollercoaster ride. The stress. The anxiety. The deep feeling that you feel hit your chest each time you go through a new loop or crazy turn. You know, how you feel 3 seconds into it (because the ride only lasts for 8) as you frantically anticipate that moment being over. Fearing for the extreme of your life…

“You deserve love….” Let’s sit with that for a moment. Per usual, Karamo from Queer Eye’s Fab 5 leaves one of their heroes, Nate McIntyre (S5:E10), with these heartfelt words. In a world centered on finding love and ways to give it, there are still people out there who believe they don’t deserve it…

Okay, so hear me out. When you’re called to be a [badd b*tch], you have no choice but to answer. I knew from the moment when I was in the living room of my childhood home having a dance battle with the rest of my cousins, that I was destined to live a different life…

I remember the days when she would tell him that he’s going to hell. When she would constantly belittle the value of his character. Not only to him but also to me. Over and over, this was what I heard. This was what I saw. It felt as if my sibling was suffering from living in my truth.

As I sat in the corner of my bed, with pockets of tears rising in my eyes, I was not sure who I had hurt more. Was it them? Was it me? Or was it not hurt that I felt, but the start of autonomy? In the first moment…

Growing up in a city where hate crimes rose by 24% just last year, being a Black, queer boy in Chicago was interesting, to say the least. I was living in a space where I felt like my genuine existence could possibly risk me my life…

“I don’t want you to be this way.”

After knowing someone for a decade and a half, this was their response the moment that I revealed to them a secret that I had been hiding to myself for just as long. An undisclosed truth about who I truly am was buried away for this very reason…