What started off as brunch, where we both confessed our intentional avoidance of commitment, turned into 10 hours of non-stop fun, intriguing conversation, and the occasional 3rd chakra palpitating gaze.
Twerking and drinking took its toll and led to empty stomachs, so at 3 a.m. The driver was kind and the ride over was so pleasant that we asked him to dine with us. Good and easy conversation kept us afloat freely, with stories of passport stamps to philosophies. Drew was there on moving day, lugging the heaviest furniture as family looked on. I've been called nigger, been a petting zoo, and been harassed by the police.He dropped us off at our hotel, and smoothly asked for my number. He stayed over a few nights later, and at a point late in the evening he confessed that he loved me. In part, I went to an HBCU because many of my early experiences with White peoples wasn't so good.I wrote him a poem to read when he woke up, then left. That bastardized word, often representing spiritual awareness, somehow has become synonymous in a sub-culture of the Black community with natural hair and extended conversations about the pineal gland. I was called many names, including Crunchy Black, and Miss Black-Ass America (after I started winning pageants). People often volunteered their confusion with my attractiveness versus my skin tone -- they somehow didn't belong together.In part, I left The South because I felt very ostracized.He’s fathered six children with these women, and is currently married to Grace Hightower, a beautiful black woman.
We met on a January night, when I was out with girlfriends visiting from other cities. He sat next to me at the restaurant and eventually my friends huddled into their own conversation, leaving him and me to fend for ourselves. The date ended with an impressive kiss (we made out). Because after leaving a "good" job, moving to a new state and leaving behind people who love me, switching my spacious waterfront apartment for my aunt's back bedroom/office, and getting a part-time holiday job at Nordstrom just to keep gas in my Honda, I'd 'bout maximized my fears and delighted in an opportunity for some revelry. I moved into a beautiful and spacious loft with a couple I'd met some weeks before. It's true that I grew up as a black girl child in the American South, and had defining experiences with racism.