Love is an emotional roller coaster. On the one hand, it can be the best ride of your life. Once you’re onboard you experience a little nervousness.
If you are reading this, I appreciate you. I know you are wondering what you’re about to read. It’s just a little piece of my existence and how I learned so much within the past year that it’s caused me to evaluate everything I’ve ever known about myself.
Love was a bit illusive to me from the jump. Kind of like the Holy Ghost as a kid, in the Baptist church.
First of all, ain’t no emotions, bih.
That one sentence could be the end of my piece,
As black men, we are not taught how to love. Constantly told to “man up” and deprived of a safe space to express our emotions because any emotion that isn’t powered by aggression shows weakness.
For years, I was the private friend. Cautious about sharing my experiences, desires, and interests when it came to erotic pleasure.