Letter to My Younger Self Dear Curtys, I will try to make this simple, though nothing really is ever simple,…
humansgodaddyDecember 23, 2025
It’s the actions and words that come my way, especially when they don’t match who I truly am, that cause…
Humans of San QuentinOctober 23, 2025
Uncertainty is like stepping ahead with my eyes closed, not knowing if I’ll step into a black hole or onto…
Humans of San QuentinOctober 21, 2025
First one, I dreamt I was standing in front of a large tree full of green leaves, dressed as a…
Humans of San QuentinOctober 13, 2025
It’s powerful to see young Black men rise from struggle to success. That’s God. I am 35 from East Palo…
Humans of San QuentinSeptember 9, 2025
Growing up in the mountains behind Santa Barbara could feel lonely, but they were full of adventure. My earliest memories…
Humans of San QuentinSeptember 9, 2025
As long as I have the tools to liberate my creativity, I am free. Art is a creative medication for…
Humans of San QuentinAugust 4, 2025
R.I.P. Tiara Embrey A few months after the father-daughter prom, where I danced with my daughter Tiara Embrey and my…
Humans of San QuentinJuly 28, 2025
How are we, transfolk, supposed to feel safe if we can’t even rely on those paid to keep us safe?…
Humans of San QuentinJuly 28, 2025
