I previously had no concept of what it was like to be a victim of your troubled mind.
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.”