“You can fall in love with a place in a way that’s just as made-up and selective as how you fall in love with a person.”
Montrose was unofficially codified as the nexus of queer life in Houston. That’s the part we cared about. If you held a map to the wall, I could tell you how we came to be on those streets.
I felt that whipping out the white cane would irrevocably launch me into the kingdom of the blind, and, for many years, I did not want to go there.