I Will Die Loving You

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I wasn’t even yet sure enough to call myself queer. But queer I was. “Are you a boy or a girl?” the repeated calling out of my childhood. And then the androgynous ties, striped purple, black, and silver, so narrow … Continued

In Need of Beauty

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I started writing a different piece this month. Halfway through an essay on how everyday racism bubbles up among good people, I stopped. “That’s fine,” I thought. “I’m ahead of my deadline on this. I’ll finish it up in a … Continued