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books don’t stand still in time. Instead, they ensure that what happened in the past is recorded for the future.
They won’t ban assault weapons to protect you, but they will ban books.
Ain’t no American history without Black history.
Ain’t no America without qu...
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I now know exactly what my heroes were thinking when they made history. They were thinking about living. About how to pay the bills. About what would be for lunch or for dinner that day. About the next speech, or book, or where they would find a couch to lie on and have some shelter for the night.
This is the story of George Matthew Johnson. This is a story for us all.
Any community that has been taught that anyone not “straight” is dangerous, is in itself a danger to LGBTQIAP+ people.
It’s time for the world to let queer Black boys unpack their shit. Smile, Black boys.
Nanny was old school. She liked to make sure she saw you before giving you instructions.
On that day, George Matthew Johnson entered the world, but Matthew Johnson left that hospital.
I really don't understand why this had to be some big secret. isn't it on all his legal paperwork, didn't they ever call him George at the doctor's? My entire family goes by their middle names. there is absolutely a child friendly version of this story to be told. Unless George was actually his father, I am totally baffled by this.
This is about identity. This is about culture and how it dictates what is a “good” and “bad” name, especially in the Black community.
when our parents choose a name that we as children are uncomfortable with, we have the right to change it.
There was one closet that stored our toys and most of my grandmother’s clothing—the one who lived in Virginia—from the past thirty years.
However, a lot of this history has been erased from those who identify as queer, which has allowed the notion that queer culture comes from emulating Black cishet women to spread. But it’s not true.
I wish we could get more about this aspect here, a few paragraphs of research on the history/ origins of queer lingo.
I realized the only place that was truly safe for me would be in my imagination.
walking away from the altercation was seen as a sign of weakness and admission that you were, in fact, gay.
balancing those traditionally feminine qualities and measuring my safety as we got older.
Navigating in a space that questions your humanity isn’t really living at all. It’s existing. We all deserve more than just the ability to exist.
I can be good at football and double Dutch. I am actually still very good at football and double Dutch. But most importantly, I’m not bound by either of them. You don’t have to be either.
Black children being taught by predominantly white staff.
We had a minimal number of Black teachers, but Black folks were always the janitors, lunch ladies, and secretaries,
*takes deep breath* What it doesn’t show is that the Pilgrims stole the American Indians’ food when they first arrived on the Mayflower, because they weren’t prepared for winter. And many American Indians died from the diseases brought by white settlers. “Peace” was often a survival tactic. *exhales*
I love the conversational style of this book, but again I wish for a bit a research added in here. where are my footnotes or citations lol
American history is truly the greatest fable ever written.
The statements that explained why we needed Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X, Medgar Evers, and every other Black activist over a hundred years later, because freeing the slaves didn’t really free us.
the impact matters more than the intent.
Knowledge is truly your sharpest weapon in a world hell-bent on telling you stories that are simply not true.
I often think about what it would be like if the world existed with a “Nanny” in each family.
Tell folks, especially those who are non-queer and non-Black, to “Make it Better.” Something getting better doesn’t happen without action,
my identity as queer. A label that is most encompassing of all that I am and hope to be.
Who taught you about sex in a way that you weren’t ready to understand—in a way that made you think I needed to get it firsthand from you, so I would know who not to trust?”
was September 11, 2001, the first day of my junior year of high school.
Notice my confusion in how strong I was in some moments and how weak I was in others, because that is what coming out truly is. It is not a final thing. It’s something that is ever occurring. You are always having to come out somewhere. Every new job. Every new city you live in. Every new person you meet, you are likely having to explain your identity.
Will this part of my story be met with pushback? Absolutely. But I’ll be damned if I don’t tell it because of fear. My greatest fear is that queer teens will be left to trial and error in their sexual experience. It’s worth me feeling a little embarrassed so that you all are a bit more prepared.
honestly, I think this would have been a useful chapter for me as a straight teenager. the actual mechanics of gay sex were a mystery to me and I feel like this kind of factual, human account would have gone a long way to dispelling any sense of disgust/confusion left over from Catholic school
“You never truly get over death. It just gets easier to live with each day.”
Thank you to my book agent, Eric Smith.