I am a black gay man from the South. I came of age in the ’90s and early 2000s. Like...
We became big brothers without first being little brothers. Elders without first being youth. This is how I think about those...
Over the past week I’ve been furiously emailing every public health official I can think of, every agency, every friend connected to...
I’ve been organizing for as long as I’ve been breathing. It’s been mostly good, but not all the time. I...
Late last week, I had the opportunity to lead a discussion with a group of young black gay men in...
Community organizing is nothing if not humbling. You have to have nerves of steel. I mean, it’s beautiful, don’t get...
Art is indispensable to social justice. Effective social movements are often accompanied by, if not shaped by, art and artists....
At best, television has the power not only to represent the highest values of our culture, but also to elevate...
A few weeks back I was co-hosting a staged reading of the Tarell Alvin McCraney play, "Choir Boy," and I...
Atlanta is the city of perfect black gay men, or rather the illusion of perfection. Perfect bodies. Perfect jobs. Perfect...
Every black gay man I know, around my age at least, has been significantly impacted by the novels of E....