Dear women who felt like I did on November 9,
If comedy is tragedy plus time, 2016 felt like the year time collapsed and those two tropes became indistinguishable.
To queer youth of color,
It sucks to be familiar with the sense of impending doom. You might have survived being socialized cis or straight in a queer body. You might have survived institutionalized racism, the gentrification of your home, and the fight to preserve your culture. You might have survived your given family. You might have survived the realization that your home is on a minefield; dirt, grass, concrete and tiny wildlife under siege.
