J.R. Whittington

I didn’t run to teaching—it pulled me in when I was broken, lost, and unsure of my place in the world. At first, I treated it like a secret, like an admission that I had somehow failed. But now? I know better. Teaching saved me. And I can be both: the artist and the guide. The dreamer and the vessel. And one day—mark my words—they’ll see it all.

I walked in jaded. I walked out transformed. Audra didn’t belt the way I expected—but she broke me open in ways I didn’t see coming. This wasn’t the Gypsy I dreamed of. It was something deeper. Something holy.

Ryan Coogler scares me—and not for the reasons you think. This vampire film didn’t just bite, it baptized me in Black brilliance.

I tear myself open, offer the marrow of my dreams, and still vanish into their indifference. This isn’t mourning—it’s the holy act of making space for who I am becoming.