So coming out for has been a long journey for me, I’ll start saying by saying this I’m a black Caribbean-American gay man who’s also happens to be Catholic as fuck, half of my struggle is explained in those very words. Coming out to my mom was like talking to a wall, she didn’t believe me she said it was a phase and that I could pray it away if I really wanted to. Let’s be honest that sent me into a emotional spiral, which sucked! Fast forward to senior year of high school I had my first break up during midterms nonetheless and in true dramatic fashion I was super moody and skipped class got caught got suspended and during my suspension hearing I decided it was the perfect time to yell out I’m gay and stormed out, my mom didn’t take it lightly. Rewind to 4 years ago I fell madly in love with this guy and decided that I’d had enough of playing it cool so everyone around me could be comfortable while I felt stifled. I decided this time I’d be honest about who I was dating not only to my parents and siblings but the rest of my family as well and for the first time in my life I felt empowered and free to make the choices that I wanted and be unapologetic about it. My sexuality by any means doesn’t define me but it just is. It doesn’t make me any more or any less of a man but it is a part of who I am and I’m proud of it. I’m proud to love and be loved.