I once told a therapist, “The only reason I haven’t killed myself is because I’d anger and hurt so many people who love me.” I suspect I was mostly complaining because love was hacking away at my American sense of individualism.
By Quentin Lucas I once penned a blog entry titled About My Prejudice against the Transgendered. “Transgendered,†by the way, is an offensive term because, I’ve since learned, it turns a descriptive adjective into a constrictive label (“against transgender people 
By Quentin Lucas It is a powerful reflex, almost a soul’s nervous tic, to wonder and worry, about what whiteness is going to think — even while knowing that whiteness doesn’t allow much room for thought. That, of course, isn’t…
by Quentin Lucas For the last few days, I’ve been haunted by a months-old article about Toni Morrison published by The Guardian and penned by Hermione Hoby. The piece considers Morrison’s lofty stature as “the conscious of America,” an acknowledgement gracing…
[Click Here to Read Volume I] By Quentin Lucas On a Yahoo! News studio in 2014, pillars of shadow enclosed actors Michael Fassbender and Sir Ian McKellen, centering them for the camera, drawing the eye toward the pair like they were…
What if selling comic books about two white men battling through the world, their adventures founded on the heroism and escapades of two black men, is the closest White America presently stands to being able to honestly discuss the harrowing experiences of Black America — or any other marginalized community?
By Quentin Lucas A few years ago, I struggled through a date at an art museum, admiring, but mostly just trying to understand, the pieces comprising a feminist exhibit. The woman I was with, much more educated about the subject…
