Helped out a brother from another mother the other night with his college essays. I learned so much about the societal expectations placed on black men today. Made me think of this one. Let’s kill some stereotypes.
My sister once confessed, “I always thought it would be fun to have a gay brother… but you’re not that gay…”
“You don’t sound much like a gay guy!” My brother has teased.
“You are the first gay guy I have met that I didn’tknow was gay.” Gasped a gay friend.
One laughed, “it just never crossed my mind!”
Some have smirked, “ahhhh… I don’t think you are…”
As funny as these conversations are, they expose an underlying problem.
The way I have always carried myself has been an honest reflection of who I am. Never have I been attempting to cover up an inner feminine soul nor have I tried to project a Herculean image. I am just… me. I can’t explain it…
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