By Ashley Thomas Life as a mixed gay man seems a singular experience. Who, what and where are the fluid foundations on which I’m constructed, construed and constrained. To some I am black but not Black, clearly not white or not Black enough. To others, I am an undecided shade of, well, I suppose you might say… …Brown? The Isle of Wight is a brilliant homophone. With its crumbling chalk and its crumbling people, it’s REALLY FUCKING WHITE. It’s located somewhere between the English south coast and 27 years ago. The island could seem blank or barren, but this
My daughter lives in a diversity bubble and I don’t know when, or how, I should burst it. By this I mean that my daughter, who is 7, lives in a world where diverse races, religions and sexualities all intermingle harmoniously, and is completely unaware that discrimination and bigotry
Apart from being a master’s student I’m also a babysitter. Every morning I wake up around 6:30 am, get ready, walk over to Poblenou, and take two little girls to school. Their names I won’t mention but they are the sweetest children in Cataluña. But this post isn’t about them.