Letting Go of Guilt to Live My Truth as a Queer Woman
As euphoric as my queer epiphany felt, I’d had it as my mother lay sick. It felt like I was reentering the world as my mother was leaving it.
yes, that’s it
Blue is the Warmest Color
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I was leaving femininity behind, grateful to have an example like my grandpa to grow toward.
There’s nothing more queer than cobbling together something fabulous out of very little.
Well, what does it mean to be a boy or a girl? The answer so often is, simply: I don’t know. And I’m not sure that it actually matters, anyway.