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How do you navigate love in the midst of your family’s historical trauma? Avra Margariti questions the closets we put ourselves in for necessity and survival with “Grandma’s Wars” and “Two Birds.”
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Matthew Broomfield take an unflinching look at the toll queer nightlife can take on those vulnerable to addiction.
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SP Mulroy’s poems explore the potential lives passed away queer Hollywood figures may have lived, and the ways they may have inhabited the world.
Read MoreIt was a damn song, of all things, just a few lyrics, enough to place a hook just behind her small intestine and yank. The memory rose up in her, a sickeningly warm wave that crested inside of her chest until all she had to do was close her eyes and she was there.
Read MoreYou are a thief of my flesh; you split me like plum leaves
too early in the spring. Disrobed of what protects me;
one silver necklace undone, cotton to the floor.
Before you I am bare.
red mud bundle where peaceable people retire
and kids end up, end up again
In queer audiotopia the dance floor is heaven
and God is a black trans woman
Last week I went home for the first time in years;
I crept in the closet and locked up the door.
