“Stop projecting your ignorance onto me” — you mean, stop calling you out for being being self-loathing. No, sorry, but you can and should deal with your own issues instead of using Michael Sam and and his boyfriend as vicarious therapists to work through your insecurities.
By your own ridiculous admission, you sat around counting down to find out the race of the person Michael Sam is dating. It slipped out, oops. Because you cannot go back and edit your comment your churlish obsession with the private lives of others remains exposed. Its a churlishness that lends itself to parody.
At the root of this is jealousy and insecurity that surfaces every time lonely race hucksters see a dude being happy with someone who is not them — ironically, it makes them even less attractive than they feel because that’s the least attractive trait a man can have.
I do sympathize, because while easier than at any point in history, it is still relatively hard to be black, and doubly difficult to be black and gay. To triumph personally over cultural conditioning that suggests over and over that your inborn traits make you less than wanted, less than attractive, less than others is not easy. But part of growing up is becoming comfortable in your own skin.
When you conquer the prejudices against self and others that causes this discomfort, then who Michael Sam is dating won’t concern you beyond being happy for him. *shrug* And we all know enough insecure queens to know that’s true.
Bitter, party of one? Your table is ready. #sorrynotsorry