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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For me, homosexuality is an invitation to opt out, to abstain from the trappings of heteronormativity, a gift of eternal boyhood.
I want to believe that I inherited too ways of feeling joy, ways of finding pleasure, ways of being with other queers in raucous and wild ways.
There was nowhere to go back to. Oklahoma was out of the question, always out of the question. But then, where was home?