Speculating on Queer Pasts to Achieve a Queer Eternity for My Tío Cano
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.
Wayward Lives, Beautiful Experiments: Intimate Histories of Social Upheaval
Paris is Burning
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There was nowhere to go back to. Oklahoma was out of the question, always out of the question. But then, where was home?
What was I getting out shame, anyway? So I walked away from it all: going to church, reading scripture, prayer, even the Christian music I loved so much.
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.