To love a woman in a world that said I must not will never be anything but a revolution. And when I kiss her, you must believe me, entire galaxies are mine.
Being queer was like holding the golden ticket to a club nobody wanted to go to. I had no idea that once I blasted down those closet doors, with their bouncers of fear, religion, and internal bias, the club would be lit. The way a party can be when everyone inside...
Each of us has, in some way, been made outcast for who or what or why we are. Each one of us somehow a misfit for the mold we were told we were built for. Each one of us at some point rejected. Dismissed. Barred from opening the doors. Othering is not limited to...
Queerness is reclamation. It is powerful and subversive and fierce and undeniably holy. Yes. It is.But to have a lived experience of queerness is also to hold an intimate knowledge of othering.It is to hold rejection, fear, or violence in your body – whether...
I will not stop living my queerness out loud. I will not stop raining my good queer love down on the world until we all have a seat at the table. Until expressions of love and identity are met with the wonder with which we should meet all evidence of goodness in a...
For all of you out there, visible & invisible. Closeted or out & proud. Femme & Masc & every glorious stripe on the rainbow in between. You incandescent queens, deliciously undefinable androgynous souls, chivalrous butches, tomboy dykes, drop-dead yet...
