It was my blackness that I thought made it difficult to date in high school. So, when my first girlfriend kissed me at a party, I was blown away. I swear I heard angels singing and saw a light shining, because a burden I didn't even know I was carrying had suddenly been lifted.
Since I launched oursistacircle.com, my social networking site for lesbians of color, in 2009, I have witnessed many black-lesbian-owned businesses fail or struggle to survive because of the lack of support in our own community.
When my wife and I attended the Kwanzaa celebration with our son's classmates and their families in 1977, we were the only lesbian couple in the room. Yet we were welcomed into that room. This was a life-changing event for me.
One of my findings is that working-class black lesbians live in black communities, not "gay ghettos," and that social location shapes their identities, family formation, and other understandings in ways that differ from some white LGBT people.