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- I had
a conversation with myself when I was 8 years old. One or two weeks into the 3rd
grade, I was informed that I didn’t fit in. You see, 3rd grade Southern New England boys
at recess are almost the same as those encountered on a stroll down either
certain portions of 125th Street, or a holding room at a Motown
open call. I told myself,
“Self, we are going to escape for hours into my Mr. Blackstone’s Magic
Kit. And then they’ll like me.” Spells, potions, and junior
prestidigitation were going to get me out of that 3rd grade
shame and loneliness. To
anyone who’s never really fit in:
To someone else …you laugh too loud, you’ve got the wrong hair, you
walk too proud, or your jeans are too tight – What was your magic trick?
- Sometimes,
under my breath, if you listen really hard, to this day, you’ll hear me
whispering “abracadabra”.
- Try to
use the phrase “far be it from me…” in conversation with people this
week. It’s hard. Keep score.
- You do
not have 3 days to do anything.
You do not need to riff into your web-cam. You do not need to pour a bucket
of ice water on your head.
100 days is not how happy you have to be. You do not have to be challenged by a friend. You do not have to challenge a
friend. What happens next is
never heartbreaking. The
judges may have been shocked, but I never really am. These are some of the things I’ve
learned from adding the word “media” to something else called “social”.
- “There’s
only one good life. And
that’s the life you know you want and you make it for yourself.” – Diana
Vreeland
- I sat
in a tiny dressing room with several people recently who had replaced the
words “Hello” and “How are you?” with “My book deal…”, “You’re getting so
much press…”, and “Is the champagne free?” And it wasn’t even difficult for me to go out on stage
and simply do my job.
- When
“Black” is your only joke, I grow tired of your “ish”.
- The
Bros at the security desk never stop me to check my bag unless I’m leaving
The W Hotel with one of my female co-workers. They let me come and go without saying a word to me as
I weave my way through to get to my spa. If I leave with one of “my girls”, we are instantly
stopped and bags are checked, while there’s a simple knowing look shared
between me and the young Bros in their Macy’s 1-day sale suits. The way to steal things is just to
be gay? Or a little
slight? Here’s to being less
than.
- Pussy
jokes, fart jokes, & blow-job jokes in your best black woman accent
have really been on the rise.
Found a niche, if you will.
There will always be 20-something gay men to praise these efforts. Kudos.
- I’m
taking hold of my everything in a way that I never have. I wish the same on absolutely
everyone.
- Some
people have called me shady.
I’m not, but you never know when The Lord is going to call you.
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