The psychic impact of the anxiety we’re experiencing is palpable to say the least. Many of us are inches away from losing our natural born minds as we desperately await the end of our pandemic imposed solitudes. The first few days of this shit may have been cute, but the attraction of it all has long since faded. The 24 hour news coverage, financial and economic uncertainty, and the tedious precautions we’ve implemented as we seek to avoid becoming one of COVID’s next cases has been maddening, and has, if nothing else, increased our levels of anxiety.
The most common misconception about us, as black men, is that we’ve divorced ourselves from every emotion except rage. While this may be true for some of us, the remaining majority don’t necessarily exist within that reality. Regardless of whether or not we’re as rage filled as some would assume, the one thing that all black men have in common is anxiety. She’s never been “new” to us. The combined factors of our race and sexuality have given us all reasons to be anxious. Whether it’s the uncertainty we felt before coming out to our family and friends, being rejected and treated as ‘other’ in the event that everything went left after we finally did come out, or as a result of the racism, prejudice, and everything else that comes with being SGL and of color, we’ve all had our fair share of experiences with anxiety.