Where do I start?

A couple weeks ago, after posting a status that probably should have been used as a blog post, I promised some sappy blog posts would be coming soon.

Unfortunately, a couple things got in the way. There were the obvious issues: A weekend away from home, a car accident, a stomach bug, more time away from home, and work.

Of course, those things (with the exception of getting sick) would have just added on to the sappiness of any upcoming post. They weren’t really the problem, though.

The thing that kept weighing on my mind was how I would choose to respond to the non-indictment of Officer Darren Wilson, who shot and killed an unarmed, Black teenager named Michael Brown. It seemed frivolous (and disingenuous) to post about how loved and accepted I felt when so many of my friends were screaming at the top of their lungs about how unsafe they are.

What terrifies me is that there are people who see the #BlackLivesMatter hashtag and claim it as and example of “reverse racism,” or worse, dismiss it altogether.

Let me be clear, although I identify as White, if you continue to believe that #BlackLivesMatter or that the protests (not the riots and looting) across the country are unnecessary, you disrespect Black lives and you disrespect my own life.

How many years have people of color had full “protections” under the law? And yet Black people are still being killed without punishment for their killers. I can empathize with the terror so many people of color must be feeling.

Trans* people of color have been thrown in jail for walking down the street, prosecuted for using self-defense, and even slaughtered for daring to live.

In the decade-plus since Lawrence v. Texas abolished laws against LGBT sexual activity in the US, dozens have been arrested under anti-sodomy laws and at least a dozen states still have so-called “anti-sodomy” laws still on the books.

As the LGBTQ community rushes toward greater and greater acceptance and achieves more and more victories giving us equal rights, I wonder what my world will look like in 50 years. Are we doomed to repeat our mistakes? Will my sheer existence put my life in danger even with full protection under the law?

I have a lot more to say, but I don’t want to dilute the message. So, for the moment, let me just say this: My rage will not be contained. My fear will not define me. My existence will continue to shatter your boxes.


Sorry for my Absence

10176036_10202669071906369_84613848245153986_nWhen I started this blog, I was an undergraduate student doing what he thought was the “right” thing to do to get a job. I was a News Media Forecasting student taking both science and journalism classes. I was looking forward to starting graduate school and a career in higher education. I thought having my own website identity was important in that.

SPOILER ALERT: It really wasn’t. Unless you’re looking for a job in the media, no one really cares what you have on your website (as long as it’s not, you know, dumb as hell).

I also really had no need for a blog at the time. I had nothing of real import to say and, simultaneously, I was too afraid of revealing too much of myself to the wrong people.

Now, almost three years after my last post, I’ve got a different view. I’ve got a lot to say and Twitter or Facebook aren’t necessarily the best places to do that. I don’t honestly care if anyone reads what I write here. For the most part, this will be a place for me to get things off my chest and into the world. Sometimes, this will be a way for me to say the things I want to say on Twitter but will require more than 140 characters.

So if you’ve stuck around, thanks. I’m going to try to start posting more regularly and really getting some substance on here.