So this is random but it’s part of my NaNo story so it’s in my head.

When I was coming out (I was 18 at the time so 2001) I actually, legitimately, thought that being gay was a white thing because I couldn’t think of any black queer people in my life who I could look at. To my knowledge there was no one in my family, the one girl I knew of on my block was labelled “confused” because she was bisexual, and I couldn’t think of any positive representation in the media at the time.

Representation is so important.