E Lynn Harris passed away last week. He lived a fascinating life that included deciding to self-publish a book about a married man who was involved in a homosexual affair, selling the books out of the trunk of his car at times, before, in a fairy tale manner being picked up by a publisher and going on to publish a number of other books, bestsellers even, that featured black gay and/or bisexual men.
Karen E. Quiñones Miller has a lovely tribute here.
(Yes, I sure do seem to be talking about dead people a lot. Maybe for August we could make a rule about no dead people. Or something.)