I’m not sure how I stumbled onto this one. It is queer, and I read a LOT of LGBTQ+ books, but 95% of my reading is fiction and most of what isn’t is poetry, so this is definitely not my usual read. That said, I don’t regret picking it up for a second. A series of autobiographical essays, it explores the author’s experience finding his place in the world while growing up black and queer in America. Some of the stories are beautiful, some are sad, and others left me wanting to hold out my arms with an “oh, honey,” and draw him in for a hug. 

There were some times that it felt a little preachy but overall it drew me in, and I’d definitely recommend it—especially if you can listen to the audio book, which is read by the author. I’m starting to think all memoirs should be read by the author so you can take in their story in not just their words but also their voice.