The Lesbian Writer and Her Flamboyant Gay Husband

Peter taught me to laugh at fate as we lived our dream. At least for a while.

This essay is part of a collaborative project with Black History, Continued. We invited readers and renowned writers to respond to the question “What is Black love today?”

Peter and I hitched our wagons young. Early 20s.

He was wildly handsome, gay, with soulful brown eyes and a head full of loose, unruly curls. Raised by an African American woman and a white preacher man, Peter spent his childhood steeped in the evangelical ministry. He was as terrified of his father’s sermons as he was soothed by his mother’s inclination to administer to the more human aspects of the congregation they both led.