"I am an elderly twenty-nine and I pray to one day be ancient." These words truly sum up how sad the reality could be of having a statistically short lifespan (and liking it to the lobster... genius). Especially paired with the ending line, "have there ever been enough of us to find out?" I love how you put the reader in the emotional space of what it could be like to be a Black Trans man today. Beautiful piece.
“I wish I had more Black queer elders to talk to and I think me too before realizing I am the one they’ve been waiting for.”
My goodness. How this moment happens to all of us. The need and power of mentors is no joke.
"I am an elderly twenty-nine and I pray to one day be ancient." These words truly sum up how sad the reality could be of having a statistically short lifespan (and liking it to the lobster... genius). Especially paired with the ending line, "have there ever been enough of us to find out?" I love how you put the reader in the emotional space of what it could be like to be a Black Trans man today. Beautiful piece.
Amazing. Thank you.