Where I grew up, men were expected to act like men and little boys were expected to act like little boys. During the 80\u2019s and 90\u2019s, statistically, most young black men would be involved in some kind of street violence and would also spend some part of their lives incarcerated. So, many black fathers, grandfathers and uncles who had connections to young boys had to have it in their minds to groom young men that could not only survive the violent streets of Washington D.C., but that could also survive jail.<\/p>\n
I was also a light-skinned kid. So, there was even more reason for concern because light-skinned high yellow boys were seen as weaker. And the men I knew weren\u2019t having any soft-acting, high-yellow black boys coming out of my neighborhood if they could help it. They had to make sure that I would be strong. \u201cYou got to be all boy! You got to be the All-American Black Boy!\u201d was what a substitute gym teacher in my elementary school would say to us male youth often, his eyes focused mostly on me, it seemed.<\/p>\n
As we lined up and filed out of the school gym, a classmate\u2019s grandfather that volunteered with the physical education program whispered to me as I walked by him, \u201cEvery soldier, every hero finds his own glory, young, man. You\u2019ll find your own glory!\u201d<\/p>\n
He seemed to be speaking directly to my wounded heart. I guess he saw the insecurity on my face. It\u2019s like he was telling me that despite what the substitute gym teacher had just said, that it was all right to be different from the other boys. Like many elder black men in our community, he\u2019d proudly served as a Lieutenant in World War II. Having led so many different kinds of men with so many different temperaments into battle, perhaps he had first-hand knowledge that surviving a war depended upon much more than physical prowess. I felt like this elder was letting me know that he saw my uncertainty and that I was going to be okay. Even though I didn\u2019t fit the image being projected onto all of us, better days were coming for kids like me.<\/p>\n
The All-American black Boy rode mopeds and dirt bikes. The All-American Black boy could handle himself with his fists if someone disrespected him. The All-American Black Boy played sports, knew his way up and down a basketball court and knew how to catch a football. The All-American Black Boy was a champion. The All-American Black Boy was source of pride for the men in his community.<\/p>\n
I never really took a liking to any of those things.<\/p>\n
By my last year in elementary school, I knew that I was gay. I also knew that I couldn\u2019t tell anyone.<\/p>\n
I played with the girls. I jumped double-dutch. I read books.<\/p>\n
I was jumping rope with a group of girls in an alley behind my house one summer day when the words, \u201cThat boy ain\u2019t gonna be shit! He\u2019s gonna be gay.\u201d directed to me from the mouth of a loud intoxicated man out of a car widow hit me like a brick.<\/p>\n
Even though there were always slivers of inspiration that would bolster my hope for better days in the future, like the grandfather in my gym class whispering to me, for the most part, the words coming from the mouths of men I looked up to devastated my young spirit and my confidence. I would go through my days and nights with those words echoing through my head. I\u2019d look at other boys my age and wish I could be more like them and less like me.<\/p>\n
Many young boys’ reaction to the pressure to be manlier would have been to become overly masculine to win the approval of others they looked up to. But, that wasn\u2019t my nature.<\/p>\n
I was a gentle spirit. I had a poetic soul.<\/p>\n
By the time I reached my teen years, I felt rejected and alone.<\/p>\n
There were no LGBTQ clubs at D.C. area high schools. There were no gay pride parades happening in Washington. D.C that I knew of. There were no same sex couples raising children that were visible. They were not preaching inclusivity in the church that I went to.<\/p>\n
If you were a gay kid growing up in Washington, D.C. in the eighties and early nineties, you were on your own.<\/p>\n
There were many days when I just didn\u2019t want to live anymore.<\/p>\n
Once I hit puberty, I began to pull away from friendships with males and females.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t go out partying like other teens did. I just focused on academics.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d check out a book each week from the library to read during the long bus rides out of my neighborhood to attend magnet schools that I\u2019d been accepted to in Downtown, Washington, D.C.. I\u2019d become what people may consider a \u2018gifted child\u2019 and that got me into schools away from my neighborhood. Away from anyone who really knew me, I spent time on the bus with my head buried in books communing with some of the most inspirational minds to ever live. And that\u2019s exactly what a young gay kid like me needed: inspiration.<\/p>\n
James Baldwin, Maya Angelou, Richard Wright, Langston Hughes, the voice of Malcolm X through Alex Haley\u2019s book, Alice Walker, these folks became my allies. These were black writers who wrote mostly about their experiences with racial discrimination in America. But they also wrote very candidly about their experiences as children coming of age and how painful experiences shaped them into activists and advocates for the underdogs of this world. I could relate to them.<\/p>\n
They weren\u2019t talking about being gay, but they were talking about being black and being different and oppressed. They were talking about how black people deserved better; how difference deserved to be celebrated; how difference deserved a voice. Since they were poets and writers, they did all not fit the stereotypes of what men should be or women should be for that matter, but they were successful and powerful.<\/p>\n
Their books taught me that I could pour everything that I was going through as a teen into the arts. I could convert my pain into creativity; into creative projects. And that\u2019s exactly what I did.<\/p>\n
I joined drama clubs, signed up for speech competitions, went away for summers to study in academic programs and I began to shine in those areas. So much so, that I began to win the approval of many people in my community.<\/p>\n
As a teen, my love for the arts and books took me all over the country and eventually away from the streets of my hometown to college. It was in Boston while in college that I was able to find the space to allow my true identity to begin to come out.<\/p>\n
But, coming out of the closet was just the first step; It would take nearly two decades for me to get to a place where I could deal with the pain of the childhood rejection I experienced. Yoga would be a conduit for that healing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are enough\u201d that\u2019s what yoga says. \u201cYour life matters. You are special. You are a hero on your own journey. Come as you are. Accept yourself for who you are!\u201d<\/p>\n
No one had ever said that to me quite the way yoga teachers had.<\/p>\n
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Yoga brings me to a place where I can watch my thoughts and separate out the voices in my head. I can distinguish between the abusive voices\u2014the ones put there by society and some of the men I grew up around that oppress LGBTQ people\u2014and the voices that are for my greatest good and that uplift me.<\/p>\n
Yoga helps me to constantly assess the damage that life has done to me and creates the space for me to be able to heal that damage.<\/p>\n
Yoga invites me to be my own hero.<\/p>\n
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