I watched the Minaj twerk fest once, and tears welled up. Not for joy. But because I remembered my mother and a whole host of proud black sistahs who fought sooooo hard to be something other than their asses.
There is fearlessness in childhood, an unbridled passion and confidence that only comes with trust. Trusting that your loved ones will protect you; trusting that you can fall, eyes closed, and the people that you love will be there to catch you.
While we are celebrating the just the survival of an R&B artist admitting he has had a desire for another man, what we are avoiding is the actual discussion of if we are ready for an actual openly gay black artist in our mainstream world.