It’s a space where language is manipulated and contorted and pulled and borrowed. It sounds like everywhere and anywhere else.
On a fast-growing city, food as culture, and why you can’t talk about Houston’s cuisine without talking about race.
You’re in the city, but you aren’t. You don’t have to spend any money. No one’s asking about your documentation. You don’t have to do much at all except for exist, and open your eyes.
“I was a gay boy, a black gay boy, in a place and time that seemingly eschewed everything I stood for.”
“You hope and hope they’ll get their chance and you know it’s possible they won’t.”
“The only future is the one right in front of you.”