Black. Lesbian. Writer.

Y’all know I like a good story. I especially like it when the stories can benefit someone else, so here’s introducing the first part of Aris’ story…

On July 12, 2000, after a major and dramatic disagreement with Daddy over my sexuality, I was led to leave my parents’ home. He had confronted me with a stack of emails to and from me and Jerry four days prior and we agreed that none of such conduct would take place in his house. However, he approached me a few days later reasoning that as long as I was in the house, … *Read the rest

I was thinking about how certain songs bring back so many memories for me. Songs make me want to tell stories, so here’s Volume One of Music Memories Monday.

Mama gave birth to me at nineteen. She was the second oldest of seven kids, so there were a lot of teenagers in the house growing up around me when I was a kid. This was the late seventies and early eighties, so funk was in full effect.

One of my aunt’s was a cheerleader. My uncles had a musical group that performed during the football games. Everything was full of … *Read the rest

Whenever my blog gets real quiet, it is usually because I’m stressed and I can’t calm my mind long enough to put together a well executed sentence.

My life in general isn’t stressful…

My stress comes from work. I still love my job and the company, but my work ethic is so strong, I often find myself giving so much that I have nothing left for myself. The company puts emphasis on having a good balance, but the real office superstars are the ones that put the company high on their list of priorities.

I don’t want to do that. … *Read the rest

If you’ve already seen this, feel free to start the discussion. If you haven’t, here’s a brief introduction of what you’ll be getting yourself into (courtesy of IMDb).

The Johnsons are an attractive, well-to-do, upper-middle class family. Sidney, husband and father, is a famous poet, known and adored for his kindness and sensitivity. Joan, wife and mother, is a dutiful housewife, an obsessive homemaker and the life of every party. Their son, Isaiah, is a charismatic young man who has just gotten married to an equally appealing young woman. In fact, there is only one thing that separates … *Read the rest

Rob is the type of person I rarely run into. A openly bisexual black man. He’s got a way with words too, so check out his blog after you read his story…

Alix wrote to me and asked if I do this guest blog and say a few things about being a bisexual man – and it’s my honor and privilege to share this with her readers. The best place to start is at the beginning, so sit back, get comfortable, and let me tell you how I got to be bi.

I had my first piece of pussy when … *Read the rest

November 11, 2004 started as a normal day. I kissed my girlfriend before I left for work. Made the ten minute drive to work. It was normal.

Around 11am, I got an email from my girl. The subject line was Smile Baby, but there wasn’t anything to smile about. She was wanted by the law and she was leaving me to go into hiding. My heart was broken. I didn’t know such pain existed…

Then 12 hours later, my aunt called to tell me that my granddaddy had lost his battle with lung cancer and leukemia. He had passed on.

That’s … *Read the rest

J at Up 4 Discussion asked: I’ve always wondered how some people could tell someones sexual orientation just by looking at them. I understand that some people make it obvious, but others don’t. I’m curious, do you have any signs that you look for or notice that tell you certain things about a persons sexual orientation? If so, what are some of those things?

Everyone isn’t going to walk around with their sexuality visible to the world. When you can’t simply observe the dude in really tight jeans, or the girl sagging hers, you have to look a little closer. … *Read the rest