It’s 2018, in the year of our lord and savior Robyn Rihanna Fenty, and people are still 7-year-olds when it comes to sexual fluidity.
Ever since I can remember, two constants have been in my life:
Sometimes I look at my Afro and still can’t believe that less than two years ago, I underwent “the big chop,” after which my hair basically looked like a fuzzy tennis ball. Now my hair is a few inches past my shoulders and longer and thicker than it ever was when it was relaxed.
There she was: a blond woman with big blue eyes, hair cornrowed tight, with her caramel-colored black child sitting in the back seat. The question, on a mutual friend’s Facebook post, asked if voters were happy with their decision to elect Donald Trump president. The white woman responded that she was satisfied with…