“He’s so sexy,” he said, “that you want to stand near him, because you’re hoping a little of what makes him so attractive will splash onto you, and then it will work for you.” Black, white, gay, straight, male, female – it seemed everyone I knew either wanted to sleep with Prince or wanted to be him, or both…
Prince was so ahead of me in my own understanding of what it means to be black in this country, to have a sexuality and gender expression at odds with the white men who try to tell everyone else how to behave – and to embrace what is amorphous, not easily categorized, beautiful, and yet unknown.
why is it that all artsy-fartsy cuddly-wuddly pictures of lesbian couples on this site only feature thin, mostly white women with “flawless” skin?
Give me chubby gals cuddling with skinny ones. Give me interracial couples. Give me more non-white couples. Give me stretchmarks and weird little spots.
When I was younger and realized that I liked girls, I was not skinny and I already had stretchmarks. I was, however, very much aware of these pictures and the few examples of queer women on TV. They made me feel like I would never be able to find someone who’d love me because I would never be able to look like those ladies.