Month: August 2009

Coming Out of the Broom Closet . . . Again

Coming out of the broom closet the first time was easy.  I was a sophomore in college, young, brazen, and drunk off my newfound independence.  I didn’t worry about harassment or discrimination.  As a young, black, woman I ate that kind of stuff for… Continue Reading “Coming Out of the Broom Closet . . . Again”