A love letter to my boyfriend on his 30th birthday This post was originally published on the author’s personal blog. Dear Eric, It almost feels like we’ve known each other for eternity, like there is no beginning to our relationship and we’ve always just…been. So, it’s fitting that I don’t…

and Why I’m Crying on a Second Date — I warned him that if we approached the subject of existing while Black in any capacity, it would result in an onslaught of tears. I can’t help but be sensitive to the topic of having to navigate predominantly white spaces while being acutely aware that our existence makes people uncomfortable…

He told me that he’d kill me. He said it while talking in his sleep, so I didn’t take it personally. I don’t know why this happens, but he fights the same two or three battles every night and shouts the same threats, like he’s reliving something in his dream…