Black. Lesbian. Writer.

I’ve always said that I feel as though my life should come with a disclaimer. If you’re a part of it, you could very well end up here in my blog.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written here, every single day. Except for my monthly challenges, I haven’t done that since I started my blog 3+ years ago. With that being said, why, oh why would someone ask me exactly when will I be able to to start back on my blogs?

I’ll try to be as gentle with my response as possible. To borrow words from Erykah … *Read the rest

The blog challenge is over, yet, I am still writing. That means that writing here has once again become habit, and that makes me happy.

With that being said, I have a lot to say, but because my audience now isn’t the same audience I started out with, I do feel the need to reintroduce myself.

Hi, I’m Alix.

I started writing A Brown Girl Gone Gay just a little over 3 years ago. I was in a much different place when this blog was born. This blog was birthed out of necessity. I had been writing another blog, one … *Read the rest

If all my wishes came true, I would probably fall out! I mean, have you read what I’ve been wishing for? Lol!

In all seriousness, I’m not sure what I would do. It would be like waking up on Christmas morning and getting everything you asked for. While you would enjoy the initial thrill, at some point wouldn’t you wonder, what’s next?

I do believe that part of the reason we wish for the things we wish for is because we know those wishes are unattainable. We wish for things we know will never happen. I guess this post is … *Read the rest

I wish I could fly over the Grand Canyon.

Or maybe the Appalacian Mountains…

No, definitely the Sahara…

But what about the pyramids?

I’m amending this post. I wish I could fly over.

There. That’s better.

To feel the wind on my skin and to feel weightless. To soar like a bird, cut flips in mid air… To see the tops of the simplest, most extraordinary things.

Yes, I wish I could fly.… *Read the rest

I wish I had known I was gay before I started having sex.

I lost my virginity at seventeen. It was the second semester of my senior year. I was curious. I wasn’t pressed or influenced into doing it, even though I had a boyfriend I had been with for six months. I could have waited. I should have. I would have if I had known…

Does it matter? Not really.

I do think that those “gold stars” tend to rub it in the face of those of us that have experienced real live penis.

I suppose for me, I … *Read the rest

I wish I could give everyone a helping hand…

Over the years, I’ve had people stay with me, people I didn’t always know so well. I took risks because it seemed likenthe right thing to do. I was never scared that these people would have I’ll will towards me. And as far as I know, they didn’t.

I wish I could give everyone a helping hand. It’s hard to pass through downtown Atlanta and miss the very obvious homeless problem. It’s not unusual for someone to ask me for money. Actually, if I’m standing in he right area, I could … *Read the rest

I wish I could hear my granddaddy and mama speak again.

They both called me baby. I was just as much as his child as hers. I know that he loved me as his child, not as a grandchild. And I was mama’s first baby.

Neither one of them talked a lot. I learned early to pay attention when they did speak because you had better take their words seriously.

I remember spending hours in the same room with them, in complete silence, and not thinking anything was wrong. It was comfortable…

But now, I’d love to hear either of … *Read the rest