It is far easier believing in the worst parts of myself than the best. Despite the plaudits from my most trusted confidants and complete strangers, I struggled daily, believing in what I am and what I am here to do. I have resided and even quarantined in those dark spaces of the mind where light never visits. For decades, my most intimate thoughts drove me further away from light and love, ultimately colliding with the ruse that was my public persona. No one knows we are living a lie because we often lie to ourselves first to convince the rest of the world everything is okay.
You Can't Box Us In
What I have come to learn as a man is that there never has been a prototype for manhood or masculinity, contrary to popular belief, a belief rooted in heteronormativity. As a straight Black man in today’s world, I have even more of a responsibility to disrupt the dangerous limitations of toxic masculinity because of the privileges bestowed upon me. If we truly care about Black Boy Joy, straight Black men must do the necessary work to ensure future generations of our boys don’t get stuffed into that same box we were told as children was the only way we could exist. Sadly, too many of us eventually became men failing to live in our full authenticity. This helps to explain in part the fragility of the male ego because when you are denied the opportunity to be your full self, you become jealous when witnessing someone like a Billy Porter who lives boldly in his whole truth.