Okay, people. This is probably about as personal as I'm going to get here because it's difficult. David Crawford was my first love. And for some reason, he'd been on my mind lately. I didn't try to figure it out because it wasn't unusual that I thought about him. Periodically, I would. He died a long time ago. His death hurt me so much that I couldn't even go to the funeral or even acknowledge that it happened. I feel really bad that I wasn't there to support his family. Selfish as it was, I just couldn't handle it. Anyway, I was cruising through Facebook (which is a horrible, horrible addiction --- and, people, don't get started if you don't have to) and I came across his sister, who is an incredible woman. Both of his sisters were incredible. David's family and extended family, as a whole, helped transform me as a black gay man. It's just such a shock, when I allow myself to think about it, that someone as wonderful as David is no longer a part of this world. But, he's been dead for 11 years now. What his sister wrote on Facebook, I just had to repeat here because she completely summed him up.
David Marlin Crawford (b. March 19, 1965 - d. June 16, 1998) my beloved brother, a committed, compassionate soul; a proud Black gay man, creator of music for a transformed world, devoted to family and friends and the Spirit. Remembering him with gratitude for his life and burning rage at the continuing AIDS epidemic, and determination that lives threatened and lost will never be forgotten.
This picture is of us at DC's 2nd Black Gay and Lesbian Pride. Can you believe it?!? The 2nd!!! We were soooooo young. I think that was over 20 years ago. We were young and optimistic. My hair was still black. I was afraid to wear shorts, but I did. I had a lot of body issues then. (The new ones are associated with age and laziness.) It rained, as it always does during Black Pride (as it's called now). It was a big deal just being there. Because of David, I became aware of the world. I grew up in a good time of self awareness and he taught everything I know. He was a brilliant, wonderful and beautiful (and hot) man. I will forever love him. I will forever miss him. And, he will never be forgotten.