The Black Sexual Revolution

Funny how the first time you say no, you can almost taste the air in the room.

He had been there many times before the place I called him a couch that still exists. I
don't know if that was the last time he was there.

                                                                     Don't get distracted. Don't shy away.

No. No, it was always a no until it wasn't. I am the fastest on my softball team, the
fiercest mama bear on my volleyball team, but then

                                                                  you are allowed to be weak. It doesn't
                                                           mean anyone should take advantage of you.

Now I know we're looking back at the past, right?

The gaps

That was the first time, at least I know the first time,

the second time

A slip into a drink

A drink in my teammate’s dorm

A birthday - A party - A group of people no one knew

filling in the gaps, by myself

Waking up and asking questions

Where is my -

How did I -

in the black sexual revolution, it's about radical complexity. The radical complexity of
honesty, recognizing the trauma that has happened to me and my ancestors.