Had an older black man on the train yesterday gesture towards my clothes and tell me that he has a sister back home “living the rainbow lifestyle” like me and that it makes him sad to see the strength and bravery of black lesbians go unrecognized within the black community.
He told me about a gang of black lesbians back home that stays strapped and are ride or die for each other and go after pimps, women beaters, etc.
He also told me to never cut my locs bc they are a living part of my racial history and to “avoid Jane at all costs bc she only wants to sample the jungle”
He told me it seems like I’ve got a good head on my shoulders and that he’s proud of me. Then he stood up abruptly, gave me dap, and got off at the next stop. I feel like I was visited by my fairy godfather.