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Every letter I wrote in Dear Universe has a story behind it. Some of those stories are funny. Some of those stories are heartbreaking. And some of those stories enrage me. So much that every time I open the book to read them, I remember the pain and hurt that lead to their creation…
“Dear Universe, Today I ask that you help me to remember: God does not favor people…“
This is the beginning of a letter that angers me every time I read it. A young black gay man inspired it. No, wait, that’s not true — a lot of young black gay men inspired it. It was written in response to the things I have heard loving and supporting black gay men throughout my life.
One of the events that inspired this letter happened on a Sunday afternoon at Piedmont Park in Atlanta. In case you don’t know, Sundays at Piedmont are a time when many black gay men gather, cruise and flirt. It is also a place where I have had many life-changing conversations on spirituality and love. It was in one of those conversations that a young black gay man, who I only knew in passing, once shared this:
“I have had a lot of stuff happen to me in my life. And I know other folks have too. But I watch folks around me get things. Get better. Have people, family… and even when I try it never works for me. Never. My pastor says that you know when you are in God’s favor… and I just… I’ve just come to understand that God does not favor me. That’s the only explanation I can find for why things always seem to be so hard, why my family isn’t here for me, why things are always taken away.”