Did I Want Tony Stark Or Want to Be Him?
‘Iron Man’ is far from the origin story of my sexuality, but it’s an inescapable part of the multiverse that is my queerness.
This is Muscle Memories, a column by Kayla Kumari Upadhyaya that reexamines her relationship with action movies.
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Well there is this little thing that my friends and I like to call the Kayla Upadhyaya Love Curse.
Haha.
Basically any guy I have ever liked has had a girlfriend/is not interested/turns out to be an idiot and or jerk.
As a result of the curse, I have never had a boyfriend.
Or been kissed.
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Kayla Kumari Upadhyaya is a lesbian writer of essays, fiction, and pop culture criticism. She is an upcoming fellow for Lambda Literary's Writer's Retreat for Emerging LGBTQ Voices. Her work appears or is forthcoming in McSweeney's Quarterly Concern, The Cut, Vice, Autostraddle, and Catapult.
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