Month two of nontraditional employment. I gotta stop saying I'm unemployed. I'm not making money, but I'm self employed as a writer. If I don't believe it no one will. It's always strange seeing family during a funeral. You're happy to see them, but hate that it has to be on this occasion. You are there for support, even if that support is downing a couple of bottles of brown liquor with your family. You learn so much. But it is hard. There are laughs shared but damn someone had to die for us to get to here? I get and totally understand family reunions now and may fortunes come down from the sky on any one that plans out family reunions (the only one I've been to, two of my uncles got to fighting. But that's another story). Either way, this got me thinking about another queer story. Hope you enjoy and I hope my ancestors get a good laugh at this recollection. Uncle Mike was a cool uncle. Sure he had drug problems throughout his life, but he was a fa...
Ramblings of a Black trans dude obsessed with books, space and trees.