Hey, Therapy, On our first date, I was a few weeks on the surviving end of a deleted suicide note. I was tentative, terrified, and zombie-like. To say that I wasn’t in a good place that chilly September morning when I first entered your warm embrace would be the understatement of the century. I was… Continue reading Hey, Therapy
Author: Alexander Hardy
Alexander Hardy, cultural critic and calorie enthusiast, is a New York City-based lupus survivor who spends his days daydreaming about his next meal and missing Panamanian humidity. Alexander writes colorfully on race, sex and sexuality, expat life, pop culture, mental health, and scoundrelhood, and other pressing matters of the day. He doesn't believe in snow or Delaware. Read more from Alex at The Colored Boy.
On Selma, the Movie
So. I finally saw Selma. I sat there in Cinema Café with my mother and that $839 popcorn and watched Martin and The Gang knuckle up with change history by helping those dusty ass, shitborne, unsavory, old timey White people get their motherfucking minds right. Hella Patient Black Excellence in motion and such. … Continue reading On Selma, the Movie
Lemon and Ice: The Rules of Blackpeoplegatherings
As a full-time Black Person, I have attended about 12 hundred dozen Blackpeoplegatherings in my lifetime. Crab boils. Welcome Home From The Clink parties. Fish fry-style wedding receptions. You’ll probably observe many of the same elements at most of these Blackpeoplegatherings. Drank. Music (with a high probability of the Electric Slide making an appearance). Bad… Continue reading Lemon and Ice: The Rules of Blackpeoplegatherings