J.R. Whittington

My white ancestors enslaved me and made me the man I am today—that's the twisted truth I'm sitting with on my 50th birthday.

This year, Pride isn’t just a celebration—it’s a glitter-covered fuck you to the systems trying to erase me. I’m Black, gay, Afro-Latino, and an artist, and baby, I’m not here to survive—I’m here to be reckoned with. If you’ve ever questioned why Pride still matters, read this and try not to feel the fire.