Dead Black Boy Magic: How mental health stigmas compound with anti-queerness to kill our children
I carry a combination of marginal identities that hold an enduring need for self-sufficiency and suffering.
I think that when we begin to open up about harm, cleanliness, criminalization and stigma, we get better at loving each other. And when we listen, we build up sustainable, community driven responses to diagnosis and harm.
Diva has long-time been used to describe an archetype of the wonderfully tragic. Used to uplift and level. To shroud a person in cues: dramatic, difficult, annoying, too-much.
I was more afraid of being found out than of being harmed.
By recognizing the unwritten rules and expectations for what they are, we can better navigate these spaces or leave them altogether to build our own.
He knows he can ruin poor Black folks lives, and then just retreat into his money with no guilty conscience. A monster.