The Homoerotics of Water
In the water, what you are called can change. And words, like water, will dissolve.
Language lies, but we just swim away, always changing.
You can’t do this on the deck, you can’t do that on the deck,
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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.
It’s about being able to say, oh, gender? It’s no big deal. I just threw this gender on today.
The years I suppressed my queerness are a loss that I'm exploring and grieving—if only through fiction.