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100 LGBTQ Black Women You Should Know: The Epic Black History Month Megapost

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100 LGBTQ Black Women You Should Know: The Epic Black History Month Megapost

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Black lesbian, gay, bisexual, queer and transgender women represent an always-significant and increasingly-visible portion of the LGBTQ community. In addition to the legends of the Harlem Renaissance and the decades of groundbreaking activism spearheaded by women like Audre Lorde, Barbara Smith and Angela Davis, many of the most prominent coming out stories of the past two years have been black…

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I used to be a straight A student

Now I’m not even straight

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'Twenties' is Everything We've Been Asking For in a Television Show

Writer/Producer Lena Waithe has been making the rounds in Hollywood with her pilot for Twenties, a…

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cast of OINTB
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The face you make with your best friend
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LITTLE HORRIBLES | "LMFAO" [S.1, Ep.2]

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Gay Club

It was at that moment, in that conversation that I realized… I had spent a whole year trying to figure out who I was again. Seemingly, without my own knowledge, I had shed things that were once so “me”. Things that defined an identity of who I thought I was. People hope for a gift like this: to go where no one knows you exist and create a new version of yourself, a self you’ve always wished you could be. But who was that?

It was there, in the awkward sway to the music that I realized I was in between. I knew who I used to be but I didn’t know who I was becoming. Who was I to be now? Who were my friends? Who were my potential lovers? What did my career say about me. Too many times I often caught myself saying or feeling things, that didn’t feel right. Was I that much of a know-it-all? Was I that self-centered. It was usually best to think of myself as happy, and in an outward sense I was. But in the mind, in the psyche I was incorporeal. There was no personality mass, no identifying factors of what I’m supposed to be. Are you a human? I was occupying space that was for sure, but what was I doing with it? What am I chasing after. The more I thought the more questions I had and answers I had to find. I had been scanning faces everyday looking for someone with whom I could have a connection. Maybe it was the connection with other human beings that made me realize who I was, but I had never thought of being that dependent. Maybe in the past I had been, but that’s not who I wanted to be now. I thought about going sometime being silent and withdrawn, not out of depression, but out of seeking because I didn’t know who or what I was supposed to be. I thought maybe I could be a tree and push my roots deep into the tropical soil, become part of the landscape and have people marvel at my grandeur. I’d be tall and thick all around with branches that extended stories into the air, and centuries from now when they’d cut me down they’d take days to count the rings in my bark to tell how old I was. Or maybe I could be a bird with the freedom to fly far far away and come back home whenever I’d please. Kind people would feed me bread and meal scraps. Sad people would tell me their life stories before jumping off of buildings smiling all the way down because a friendly bird turned it’s beak sideways at them, acknowledging their last confessions and comforting them in their last earthly seconds. Evil people would try to kill me because of the hope I symbolized, but like a superhero I’d fly away at the last second causing them to foil their plans.

Who was I supposed to be now. I felt awkward in many situations because I felt there was nothing tethering me anymore. It felt strange not to have the responsibility of staying put. The freedom that allowed me to do all things, now choked me and made me feel caged. There were moments of abandon which I held onto. The bliss of those days followed me. How to turn those into a way of life…?