My early life and experiences led me to Rastafari.
Rastafari cemented black consciousness in me.
The African experience - enslavement, colonial, post-colonial, neocolonial - led me to PanAfricanism.
The scope of the PanAfrican community opened my eyes to the humanity of us all.
The humanity of it all led me to human rights.
Humanity led me to gay rights.
Rastafari cemented black consciousness in me.
The African experience - enslavement, colonial, post-colonial, neocolonial - led me to PanAfricanism.
The scope of the PanAfrican community opened my eyes to the humanity of us all.
The humanity of it all led me to human rights.
Humanity led me to gay rights.
Somewhere in there, in this midst of this journey, a moral relativism started to bubble up; I had to sort that out. Sorting that out rekindled my appreciation for nuance and context.
We are all people. We are all complex. Some of us have "simple" complexities.
Burnt toast after waking up on the wrong side of the bed with a headache which leads to grumpiness at work, so, "Fuck you Troy!"
Some of us are boys and like boys in a world that says we aren't to like boys, but then we also kinda like girls too.
Some of us are all these shades of grey in a black and white world.
Burnt toast after waking up on the wrong side of the bed with a headache which leads to grumpiness at work, so, "Fuck you Troy!"
Some of us are boys and like boys in a world that says we aren't to like boys, but then we also kinda like girls too.
Some of us are all these shades of grey in a black and white world.
Well, whatever. Fighting and playing in the mud just gets us all dirty.
