A long time ago, in a childhood far, far away,
there was a time when I played football.
there was a time when I played football.
Author Randy Boyd's first blog
Confused by today's political rhetoric? Check out the New American Dictionary for Angry White People.
If you love Randy Boyd's Blocks like I do, you'll want to make sure you read every single post.
To the millions upon millions of fans of my books--who don't know it yet--did you know that there's a way to keep up with Randy Boyd's Blocks?
Got your face in the book that's the most popular social network ever invented? So far?
Recently it occurred to me: rarely do I post pictures on my blog of myself at leisure, no posing, no modeling, no agenda, no soapbox, no hawking my novels, lol, just me, happy and carefree.
When I speak, some people ooh and ahh and talk about how articulate I am. What they're really wondering: How I Became Educated.
When's the last time you heard anyone say, "I just need to find the right black gay guy living with HIV/AIDS to settle down with?"
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I used to feel bad for wanting to cheerlead, until I felt pride for how I became a cheerleader.
"Here’s to the day when a kid can be honest with himself and the world from the moment he conceives of himself as a lover of men, and be afforded the exact same chance as every other kid to have a successful career in professional basketball, football or baseball, without one single atom wasted, harassing him for being who he is."
Life with my golden mutt has taught me many things, none greater than, yes, I can raise another living thing, and when in doubt, pet the dog.
When I speak, some white people ooh and ahh and talk about how articulate I am. Some black people are taken aback. Black or white, their eyes wonder: How I Became Educated.