She sat across from me, her almond eyes seemed a shade darker than I remembered. Stirring her drink, she stared out of the window. I watched as her nose wrinkled when she brought the cup to her lips, same as she’d always done. I handed her the sugar dispenser as I knew this would … Continue reading Coffee: Zoe Chapter 6
Who doesn't wanna be black (unless you don't)? What, with our gorgeously unique hair, popping skin, cultural contributions, and natural affinity for improving everything we touch, I wouldn't want to be any other race. The look on traditionalists faces when I reach for my wife's hand in public or plant a juicy kiss on her … Continue reading 5 reasons why I love being black, lesbian, and married.
I came home after the revision meeting with the new lead for The Tea to find a bouquet of lilies on my doorstep from Emory. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the beautiful arrangement and read the card she sent with them. I hadn't heard a word from Emory since the night of … Continue reading Coffee: Gabrielle Chapter 5
I'd been sitting at work re-designing my blog page and thinking through different ideas for original content when the question popped into my mind. Where do all the black lesbians in Houston hide? Sure there's all types of gay and lesbian clubs in Houston but I'm not a club person. So I got to wondering, are … Continue reading Where do all the black lesbians hide?
You know I love you right? I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. I'm trying to be better I promise, I am. I'm starting to feel like a fuckboy. I keep promising that I'm going to get better with posting everyday. Yet everyday presents a new set of hurdles that prevent me from … Continue reading I’ve been M.I.A