Stylish, vulnerable diva Noah. Hunky, hesitant, passionate Wade. Dreamy, towering, steadfast Kyle. How could you not love them?
Because even if they are stereotypes (Chance the “uptight academic”), they are stereotypes that have not been done to death. Or if they have been (Alex the “high-maintenance drama queen”) they’re done in a way that doesn’t obliterate the humanity behind the type.
Because they show us the hugs and kisses and celebrations, and the arguments where people yell because they give a shit about each other. Black male friendship, with secrets and confessions, but without bloody noses.
It just makes me smile to see it. And, yeah, it sometimes makes me cry from a place that somehow needs to see these images of love and community between black men in a world that tries to shove all kinds of love between black people underground.