I am one with my queerness and my queerness is with me
I love you, my siblings. My family. My dearest friends.
Category: on Hope
should we go back to where we started?
We need to learn how to put down the weapons of our thoughts and voices that lead us to separate ourselves from one another.
praxis is complicated and hard
I think we've all been leaving things behind as we're able.
fight like hell for the living
It is never far from my thoughts that some of us have already said our last words to those who are beloved.
the promises we inherit
One day, my descendants can rest in the shade of the trees I plant.