My Friend Died Before Living His Truth

I just hope he knew I accepted him. Unconditionally.

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I will call my friend “C.”

He grew up in Washington, D.C., with me and our crew of Black boys.

He was gay, but we did not know it. We suspected, but he didn’t say it, so that was that. People would say he was in the closet, but he and some other gay friends…