I ran away from home when I was 18. Growing up as a gay boy in an evangelical household, it’s not as uncommon as one may think.
My father, a West Indian man who has devoted his life to Christ was and is the foundation of who I am despite our differences. I believe that it can be perceived that running away is running from who you are but the reality is, I needed to run to find out who I really was so I could one day return knowing my truth.
My father, in many ways has changed, grown and in no small part thanks to the amazing woman at his side I call, mom. Tho, I most likely won’t model my relationship/s after theirs it is the first time I’ve seen what a long term loving functional relationship looks like within my family. The patience, care and team work that goes into creating a functioning household. And to think, it only took the second life threatening virus to come home. If you don’t know to what i am referring, I’m HIV positive and it was a moment spent for the most part, in isolation. Isolation because of fear, shame, and a sense of not belonging to a community.
After a sequence of events, it led me on a spiritual journey of self healing through self discovery, sexuality and creativity that I hope to share that with you, here. Welcome to my blog.