In those conversations, I’ve discovered similarities that calm my heart, differences that challenge my soul and a freedomto-be that could only come from brotherhood. Since this realisation, I’ve actively sought out meaningful conversations with other black queer men that go beyond the latest Cardi B meme or weekend party line-up. Someone who understood what it’s like to grow up black and queer in America a unicorn, hiding in a horse-costume, so as not to offend/frighten/provoke other actual horses. In those dark days, my consciousness craved a like-minded soul. No – it was instead the pulse of a beacon. It wasn’t until recently that I realised the hum wasn’t that of a void.
