for the first time in 5 years, I won’t get to see Alvin Ailey’s “Revelations” performed. i’m kind of heartbroken about this. I have not had many financial luxuries in my lifetime but for one night I got to feel like royalty sitting front row at the Kennedy Center. The emotions I’ve felt while watching Revelations is akin to being touched by the holy ghost. It is one of the defining moments where I fully understand what Black pride means to me, and why telling our story, our way, is so crucial. The legacy of his work as a gay man, a dancer, an African American, and a storyteller inspires me to live as creatively as possible and serves as a reminder to trust that vulnerability and honesty is an asset to my own art and not a liability.