I was one of those people who didn’t have the vocabulary or knowledge to understand my complex racial, gender, and sexual experiences until I was already in my (late) twenties. And my predominantly white college was the last place that I was going to figure any of that out.
In college, I fumbled through figuring out I was bisexual. I trudged through understanding how to love myself after I was sexually assaulted in high school. I even took years to figure out how the intersections of my identities made me predisposed to certain type of discrimination, harm, and violence. So, when I heard that Emory University was offering a course on “The Power of Black Self-Love,” it resonated with me so deeply.