Blog 4: Presence of Greatness

There is something to say about being in a space filled with Blackademics and POC (People of Color) intellectuals. Yesterday gave me the opportunity to 1. take a little break from a hectice, and I mean HECTIC week and 2. Immerse myself in a fresh environment.  I floated in a sea of 18 to 20 somethings from different backgrounds, a little apprehensive because I am officially the elder in the room now and I'm not sure how the kids communicate these days. Participated in conversations where I hoped I sounded like I knew what I was talking about. "Hell if all else fails smile bitch" is what I told myself. Despite my insecurities, I managed to drop the veil of uncertainty, open my eyes and embrace the love . There were fabrics of traditional garb, trends in variety, well cropped locks, velvet dresses, bowties, fresh twists and braids, perfect curls, naturals, and up do's. Skins of clay, deep auburn, plum, almond, and mocha. Wafts of oils, cocoa butter, and shea. Well crafted bangles, matted lips, linx nails, a plethora of hair colors, piercings, and tattoos. In other words it was lit! And we were all in one room laughing and living. Truly it was a site, especially given that there aren't many spaces for a large collective of POC's in Portland. Although I had to leave the event early, I'm grateful because being in this space made me feel less alone. It's taken quite a bit of work to get comfortable as a black gay male in Portland, and meeting these individuals reminded me I can breath no matter where I am.


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