Black & Proud Love
Mar 12, 2019
3 minutes
BY CHARLES STEPHENS
HEN I WAS 15 years old, I went on a class trip to Washington, D.C. A few months later, I kissed a boy for the first time—and by boy I mean , but that’s another story for another column. Before you judge me for leaping too fast, I can only say that in my defense I was precocious. I guess that’s not really a defense, but so what.
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