If you’re interested in sharing your opinion on any cultural, political or personal topic, create an  account here  and check out our  how-to post  to learn more. ____ I often think about a specific night in June 2020, probably more than I should. But it’s because it meant something to me. It taught me a lesson on Black love. Fireworks, sirens, dogs howling and repeat. For a good portion of summer 2020 that was the environment of being in Los Angeles, California. Sounds of protest, historic and unfound in modern times in America. To navigate that as a Black person was something similar to an out-of-body experience with nothing but trauma, tears and pain. In my life, it opened my eyes to something so important: my relationship with my Black male partner in 2020. The street lights softly illuminated the room, the wind gently ruffled the blinds and the slight echo of snoring set the mood. My partner, Isaiah, and I had finally climbed into bed after another unbearably hot day in LA,...