As a way to cope with rejection, I often repeated to myself: Focus on the work rather than the results.
We have the right to imagine what is possible beyond the systems that try to destroy us. Black and queer writers have long imagined worlds beyond this one.
Latinidad, to me, was like a shrunken sweater. I never wanted to get rid of it, but I couldn’t imagine how it would possibly fit.
I wasn’t looking for pretty stories. I wanted messy, ugly, honest secrets.
“I want you to believe every single word I say, but don’t be fooled—I’m using lies to convince you.”