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Your love story is yours to write, and to tell, so make sure the decisions you make are ones that enhance the story for the better. I will also add that sometimes you don’t know when you’re actually writing your love story, so you should always carry yourself to your highest standard. You don’t want to fuck up your story.

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We went to get our marriage license yesterday. Manually filling out a paper form when your name is just as long as the alphabet requires a sill set that takes a few tries to master. We weren’t the only ones told to try again. We joined others at the back of the line while we tried our best to squeeze 30+ letters on a single line. We bonded with the other bad writers as we confessed how we messed up the form, and planned how to better the whole process.

There were older people there. Gays. Blacks. Whites. Heteros. Asians. It felt good to be in a space where everyone was there for the same reason. We were all planning to join our lives with another person. In today’s world, it was comforting to know that love was still present.

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In 30 years, when I’m talking to someone about what life was like in 2020, I don’t want to forget how crazy the times actually were.

Our normal has been challenged. I wake up in the morning and I don’t go anywhere. I turn on my computer and see how I can contribute to my employer staying in business. My employer, in turn, helps me by providing resources to assist with maintaining my sanity.

Gas is $1.79, and the gas stations are mostly empty. I filled up before my employer told us to work from home over a month ago. I still have three-fourths of a tank. I don’t drive a lot in general, but this is unbelievable even for me.

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My church in my hometown was founded by my great grandfather along with a few cousins and other black folks that lived close by. The church was about a tenth of a mile from my family’s land. My elementary school sits on land donated by my church. The grocery store we frequented was across the street from the school and church. My life as a child consisted of moving through a very sheltered and small triangle. 

I grew up going to Sunday school, devotional, and then the regular church service. We spent a minimum of 6 hours in the tiny air condition free church sitting on hardwood benches. The sermons never seemed happy to me as a kid. I feel like I always heard about what bad things awaited me if I didn’t live my life according to the Bible. 

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Today is National Coming Out Day. It’s general Pride here in Atlanta. It’s also the weekend before my birthday. I’m in a pensive mood, so I’d like to share how I embraced my sexuality.

As a child, I remember looking through the Sunday sales papers at any ad that had bras in them. I would turn the papers at different angles to try to look through them and into them. I was 6 or 7 years old.

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