At the beginning of tiptoeing through a collapsing, ghost town, society, I was both ashamed and confused by the immediate relief and freedom I felt as soon as lockdown peaked. How could I ever admit that within waves of death, I had become alive?
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When did you know you[r professors] were queer?
I want to believe there’s consolation in reminiscence, that mourning can be cleansing when it’s set against green and red lights and holiday songs and a sense of impending renewal. But when time never moves forward for us, it can never be properly marked and peacefully released. Instead we are the ones marked. Holidays repeat endlessly.
Can any of us eat intuitively in a society in which nothing about a woman’s natural body is respected, honored, or trusted?
I come from a large British family, and while I cannot say that the idea of family bonds is not important, it is often with a focus on independence from each other, rather than connecting as a unit. A little over two years ago I made the decision to move to Australia to be with my partner. The experience has certainly cracked open my own perceptions of family and the anchors we need in life to feel connected.
Queering the classroom can be nothing more or less than an act of existence that does not necessitate a certain mode, reaction, or action toward or against a gender presentation binary, or an understood queer normativity.