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As we merge more and more into our respective careers and lifestyles, it’s become increasingly harder to openly post without fear of repercussions. Or something like that. There used to be a time when the internet was not as widely used but now with social networks like Myspace and Facebook, the boy that you dated in 1st grade, is now able to come back and know exactly what’s going on in your life. Family, Friends, and even Co Workers can log onto your profile and check out whatever you’ve posted. Of course you could make your whole profile and all of the entries private but what’s the fun of blogging if no one is allowed to read what you write.

I am a Lesbian and I came out of the closet when I was 17. I am also a writer. Don’t write as often as I used to but I’m sure most share my sentiments. In any event, I found that as the years went on and I got more involved with different women and more into my various jobs, my writing has become more reserved.

When I was younger I was unafraid to write exactly what I thought. I talked being popular girl involved with different sorority activities at a popular HBCU and the various instances of discrimination I faced as I came out for the first time. Oh, how I talked about loving women and what it was like experiencing sexual freedom and that wonderful orgasm that lots of women never reach.

Gradually those writings got tucked to the back of the performance book. Often only recited in small groups of other women or gay prides but never out in the open. What caused the fear? Was it the vibe that I got from straight audiences when reciting my love for another woman. Or what about not being booked because I might read a “Gay Poem”. As if I as an artist am not versatile enough to fill books on a plethora of topics. Maybe it was the girlfriend that constantly informed me that my career would be stunted if everyone knew I was a lesbian. After all, she wasn’t out. Ha.

I, a writer, allowed various things to take away my written liberation. Often speaking on various subjects other than what I think, I took my one avenue of expression and allowed it to grow but broke off the part of it that  held the essence of who I am. But, do I not write for myself? For my own personal release and sanity. To vent, to yell, to curse out my manager, friends, lovers, or anyone else that I want to when it is not appropriate to say what I think out loud.

Me, the often outspoken poet and writer has been stifled because of fear of being exposed. But exposed to who? Did I not say that I came out at 17. Is it not true that what God has for you is for you.. That no man can come in between what you have been destined to achieve. So if openly writing about being a lesbian will keep me from obtaining some plateau then obviously that’s not where I was destined to be. Or not at that moment anywhere.

I am an Author, Poet, Speaker, Radio Show Host, Sorority Member, Business Professional & I am also A Black Lesbian Writer…. Now run tell dat )