Happy 6 year anniversary from Bama Boi Blues!
Though I’m a month and some days late, this blog deserves a celebration! Can you believe Bama Boi Blues is still standing after 6 years? Sometimes I don’t believe it myself. Since July 15, 2010, Bama Boi Blues has been a source of outreach and support through a unique narrative.
Now, updates aren’t as frequent as they used to be. However, I’d like to think that this blog has afforded me opportunities to lend my narratives in other spaces.
Even after 6 years of creating content here, I still find it hard to post past experiences. And due to possibly triggering traumatic emotions, this slows down my posting time. Aside from that, I’m proud of this blog’s progress.
As each year passes, I accept that anything I write will not be the perfect narrative. That’s fine, though. The Black gay dialogue isn’t perfect, nor is my life. Many great opportunities and connections have come about due to my transparency. So me being a mess, and trying to make myself less of a mess, is beneficial, ha!
Nonetheless, Bama Boi Blues has garnered attention over the years for some posts. It’s interesting to see how my voice has evolved over the course of 6 years. With each year comes new topics to explore and new truths to swallow.
At the same time, I feel that some of my old posts deserve another look. Usually, I’d post a list of my most popular works, but I want to do something different. For each year Bama Boi Blues has existed, I want to post some of my favorite pieces from the year it was posted.
Not only will these pieces show you how much my voice has developed, it’s a way to reintroduce myself to you. Let’s go!
2010 – My ATL Black Gay Pride experience
With ATL Black Gay Pride around the corner, let’s look back 6 years ago to my first experience. Up until 2010, I had never attended a Black gay pride event. Also, 2010 was the year I officially came out to my mother. With this piece, you can see how green I was in fully embracing my sexuality. There was still some uncertainty there.
2011 – Triple Consciousness: Being Gay, Black, and American
2011 was a year of deep introspection. At the same, I was preparing to move to Atlanta, so my mind was busy with thoughts. This is perhaps one of my favorite pieces of this blog. This post serves as a precursor to other conscious posts which dissects what makes me who I am. Well before I understood the concept of “intersectionality,” I allowed myself room to explore my thoughts in a transparent manner.
2012 – For Colored boys – A Dedication Piece
Poetic – that’s the best way to explain Bama Boi Blues back in 2012. I was in my new apartment, and I was navigating the emotions that come with first loves. I guess you can say I embraced my emotions. Furthermore, I wanted to connect with others. This is when I felt I could use my blog as a means of outreach. So, the post above combines poetry and outreach dedicated to young lives lost due to bullying. I’ve never forgotten about these young guys – lives cut too soon.
2013 – Love Me Right
When it came to being transparent, my fear slowly began to dissipate. Feeling alone, though not lonely, my emotions were at an all-time high. My protection came from opening up through writing. At the time, I was still dealing with an off again, on again emotional ride of love and confusion. I desired a deeper love. Although combatting depression, I understood that I had some worth. I wanted to be happy, and at its core, I felt love was the answer. Maybe I needed help understanding what kind of love I desired. No matter, I tattooed “Love Me Right” across my chest, then wrote about it.
2014 – How Else am I Supposed to Feel?
I believe that 2014 is where I did my most writing. The goal was to step outside my comfort zone and give more social commentary. While reminiscing and reliving my past through words are worthy reads, I couldn’t do it all the time. It was draining, and I wanted to see how my words would fair against current events and popular culture. Unfortunately, the Black community was struck by too many tragedies at the hands of police brutality. Left and right, young Black men and women were being killed. After Mike Brown’s murder in Ferguson, and witnessing so much injustice throughout social media, I had to write what I felt.
If I wasn’t woke before, I was woke then. I stay woke all day now. Sadly, nothing has changed when it comes to our Black lives.
2015 – Question: Am I a bear? Let’s figure this out!
For lack of a better way of saying it, 2015 was a bitch! Nonetheless, my focus was to write as much as I could, even during those very sad moments. I was still reeling from my break up, and I was still adjusting to being a starving artist. Harsher realities awaited me as the year went on, but up until that time I focused on growing Bama Boi Blues. For some reason, I felt that Bama Boi Blues needed a fresh new look with fresh material. However, I didn’t know what to do with Bama Boi Blues because I didn’t know what to do with myself.
So, while in a state of confusion, I flexed my transparent muscle, and I put myself out there – literally! I asked my readers, hell, the entire Internet, if I was a gay bear! Honestly, I enjoyed the feedback, and it also boosted my confidence when I was getting likes on Instagram for my alluring bedroom pic. Come through shoulders! Funny enough, I sometimes call myself “Thuggles the Bear.” Even though, I try not to subscribe to labels within gay subcultures – ha.
AND NOW, 2016 – What is Bama Boi Blues now?
Bama Boi Blues has been the source of a unique narrative rarely read elsewhere. Because of this space, I’ve had many opportunities to lend my words in great spaces like MUSED Mag Online, The Counter Narrative Project, and TheBody.com.
This blog has garnered the attention of advocates, activists, poets, and artists. I’ve met great and influential people who support what I’m doing. Even during those bleak moments where I don’t see my progress amounting to much, I continue to get good feedback.
No matter how often I post blogs here, please know that the Bama Boi Blues narrative is out there in many forms. I don’t plan on stopping, and I won’t stop. I’m thankful to have made it 6 years, and I hope to still be contributing to this space for many years to come. Thank you for being part of my journey!