This is for all the black and brown folx who don’t often see reflections of themselves and their stories, who often receive hate instead of love when they let their true selves shine.
My initial title for this was “SO WHAT?” A sentiment borrowed from my angry teen self. I am sick of people censoring narratives of love and relationships that don’t suit them. Or even ideas of physical intimacy, who can do it, who can’t, how, where, who gets to decide??
But as this piece grew in my mind, it became more about celebrating, about learning to accept, cherish, and love each other.
