Welcome to DC! U Black, Maybe? U Gay Maybe?

At the Kamala rally the other night. My face says it all. Check my PS for how I really feel about this historic moment.

Welcome back to Eight Years a Washingtonian, a series where I talk about what I’ve learned since I moved here in 2016. That year was consequential for not just me but the region and the so-called country I live in, so I am, in a way, treating this like I’ve hit a whole decade here and I’m looking back. because it’s felt like a whole decade. You can read the entire series and get more insight into what my goal with it was here.

I’m running a little behind on getting this series up, so I’ve decided to combine my Part 4 and 5 reflections on being part of a bigger African diaspora and having unfettered access to gendering myself however I see fit and loving whomever TF I want to love. Also, I’ve been trying to make companion YouTube videos, but I think I just want to get the words out, so between now and Election Day, I’m going to hit you up with some reading distractions until we get there. Oh and yes, the title is a reference to the 2007 Common song.

So I’ve arrived in this Chocolate Rainbow Mecca. Why do I feel so sad and lost though?

I came up out of my basement in early 2017 for these amazing images that Jay’s Fine Art Photography used to build his portfolo. And this is the only image I can find, but yes, I really was into “making it after all then.”

I'm not going to lie, I did expect the Black head nod when I got here. I also expected to find more like-minded Black…