I completely forgot what I wanted to write about today. I wanted to write something relatable or a story or something that connects my queerness to something else.
But my brain is on little sleep and not enough coffee, it’s wanting to write everything but also nothing. Creating and destroying and purging and fixing. Organizing and reorganizing.
So I think the point today is: simply existing is very queer.
When I exist, I am still queer. I don’t have to perform anything, although performing is another kind of lovely thing about being human, being alive. Being performative is not actually always a “bad thing” — remember the gray, my loves.
So I think I will go back to warm up my cold coffee, make some collages, and post this little tidbit, even though it’s not A Thing.
Shout out to all of us just Existing.