Timestamp: Musings of an Introverted Black Boy

My story is probably not like yours. I'm a Black boy from the Midwest. I've never been kissed. I'm desperately in love with two women: Aretha and Whitney. I struggle with a mild form of social anxiety. I sing to myself almost everywhere I go. I'm an ex-chitlins (with hot sauce and ketchup) lover. I've been called an Oreo. I've been stopped by the police while walking home. I'm the descendant of slaves, and a Harvard graduate.

Though our stories may not be the same, the universal themes explo...