Just a middle school chorus teacher making his way through adulthood.
Musician | Educator | LGBTQ+ | Fraternity Man
My Ugly Normal
Everything I lived through, I thought, was normal. My memory of these events began when I was eight years old. Hurricane Floyd hit Virginia and, my family was forever changed. Not because of Hurricane, but the storm my father brought against us.
A Letter to My Family
Since entering therapy, I have been writing letters to specific people and groups of family members. This letter is dated five months after the death of my mother. During this span of five months, my siblings and I haven't heard a word from any extended family members. Explaining this feels like one of those Moesha episodes where she's writing in her diary. Or perhaps it is an episode of Days of Our Lives. Either way, it is a complete mess.
What in The Critical Race Theory?
As a Black Asian American, I wondered, what the hell is critical race theory? Am I supposed to capitalize all three words? Was I absent from history class? So I did a quick five-minute Google search, and this is what I found. According to Tara Yosso, "Critical race theory examines social, cultural, and legal issues as they relate to race and racism." Ah, so this is what white folks are all upset over. They don't want to know why their grandparents and further generations participate in the inhumane practices of chattel slavery, Jim Crow, and now police brutality. Honestly, this is something new the right-wingers can claim white people are being persecuted over.
A Letter To My Father
Bobby, To the person I never called dad—the person who stalked his family and caused much terror. For a while, the pain and trauma were impossible, but we made it without you. The first memory that vividly comes to my mind was you chasing me with a knife. You called mom, who ran away the night before, as you ripped the blade out of the butcher’s block and said, “I’m killing our son if you don’t come home.” You proceeded to chase me through the living room with that knife. I didn’t know what to do. I ran outdoors screaming for help, crying for my mom to get me. Finally, the police came, and I remember lying to them. They saw the terror in my eyes and knew something was wrong. How would you have felt if that knife met my flesh?
Oh Sweet Mother of Mine
Oh, sweet mother of mine. You are at peace now. We always knew this day would come, but we never thought it would be like this. In the middle of a pandemic allowed no visitors. No one was allowed to watch over you until your last breath. I am so thankful I was allowed the 30 minutes to watch you reach the other side despite the protective layers of N95 masks, medical gowns, and gloves. It should have been this way. COVID-19 is nothing to play with, so please protect your at-risk family. I do not want any other family to experience this.
Pride Is Over
Alright, family. We had our fun and parades, but now we have to remember to complete the work of our people. Black trans women are still dying and other LGBTQ+ people are still losing their jobs for being their authentic selves in the workplace.
I Never 'Came Out'
I knew I was gay ever since I began watching early seasons of the Power Rangers. I had a crush on almost every red and blue ranger cast for the show. During my early childhood, I honestly believed that liking other boys was natural and accepted by society. In retrospect, I noticed that I wasn't exposed to much or any negative media. I didn't learn about events like Columbine until many years later.