My mother died a few months after I was born and sometime later my father remarried. My limited confused memories were not of domestic tranquility during that time and sure enough confirmation came in the form of a long ride from D.C. to Pittsburgh early one morning. What does it mean when surviving childhood requires you to emotionally murder your father? Moonlight is not gay. Moonlight is another black horror story. A murder mystery where we all know who did it, but nobody wants to testify. I have been accused of being gay. Once while in high school I was not sufficiently lustful of the young women from our neighboring Catholic school and was challenged by a classmate. Not only did I not really understand what he was asking me I didn't understand why I was supposed to hunt girls like rabbits. I had no one to explain to me the male mentality of sexual conquest. Later on after acquiring my first girlfriend I was given the only sex education I ever received from my aunt who raised me. One night after coming home from my girlfriends house my aunt burst into my room and yelled at me that I better not get that girl pregnant. Oddly enough with this being my only sex ed lesson, it was more than she told me about being black in Amerikkka.
I have tried to do better with my children, but I am also aware that I too have failed to tell the whole truth. For my money Moonlight was the opportunity to see black men struggling with all of the complex feelings and desires of being human in a world that sees you as not much more than a piece of meat. I would like to see more films where we don't have to be two dimensional cardboard cutouts waiting to exhale.