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
Unless you comprehend the lives of others, some of their words or actions may feel strange. They may even run counter to your very reasonable beliefs and practices. And then one day you see. Or hear. And your well … Continued
We can’t try to “solve police violence” because police violence is only one small and deadly symptom of the large and destructive force that is white supremacy.