“he died and crossed that river styx / he was born again of the fig and stick, from the fig and stick…” I walked into the theatre that night carrying so much with me, some of it light and some of it, most of it, just not. My most immediate concern that day forgiving myself for making myself sick smoking a cig with my new work friend and neighbor earlier that day. An embarrassment and yet almost a relief after I’d spent the week swimming in thoughts of Nex Benedict, how they died and what their grandma said. Another one of our youths - another one lost again and gone forever, again left me enveloped in rage and fear and despair - baseline for American queers since 2016. It’s a dangerous time to be us, it’s just a dangerous time to be when all we’re trying to do is live our lives and be weirdos in peace.
in the sanctuary of taylor mac.
in the sanctuary of taylor mac.
in the sanctuary of taylor mac.
“he died and crossed that river styx / he was born again of the fig and stick, from the fig and stick…” I walked into the theatre that night carrying so much with me, some of it light and some of it, most of it, just not. My most immediate concern that day forgiving myself for making myself sick smoking a cig with my new work friend and neighbor earlier that day. An embarrassment and yet almost a relief after I’d spent the week swimming in thoughts of Nex Benedict, how they died and what their grandma said. Another one of our youths - another one lost again and gone forever, again left me enveloped in rage and fear and despair - baseline for American queers since 2016. It’s a dangerous time to be us, it’s just a dangerous time to be when all we’re trying to do is live our lives and be weirdos in peace.