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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There is something attractive about being the subject and the artist all at once; of being entirely in control of how I am seen, who sees me.