i just rly need someone less broke than me to buy this so i can put it on my body and nEVER TAKE IT OFF
Dad recounted how my wedding had gradually brought my mom and my cousin’s mom closer, who now could chat freely about their daughter’s alternative sexuality, and strategies to deal with hostile family members. I hadn’t expected this to happen. My dad is the only one among his siblings that vocally supported the LGBT cause. My cousin wasn’t so lucky with her paternal support, and received much less understanding from her mother. So it seemed like my marriage dragged the cat out of the bag; everyone was compelled to talk about queer issues and take a position. The lessons from my undergraduate course in feminism began to ring in my ears: ‘the personal is political.’ I smiled to myself, ‘Oh yes, it is!’
These clothes were made with our bodies in mind. To see that reflected on a runway — models of all sizes and ages and races and styles, outfits for occasions ranging from going to the gym to a black-tie formal event, all with a queer point of view — and to be a part of such a vibrant reaction to that made my robot heart grow three times. Queer Fashion Week wasn’t just about an aesthetic. It was about our community beyond just our sexualities, about body positivity, about representation, about celebrating and supporting each other in all things queer.
The big vision is also to put out content that connects but also stretches us past our comfort zones and into spaces where we must question ourselves and our beliefs as we make room for every fucking good-hearted human dedicated to the revolution. We must be the ones writing new narratives and re-configuring a justice system that was never intended to benefit us. We must elevate the importance of always being pro-black, pro-TWOC, anti-racist, anti-bullshit, always listening to the voices of those screaming for recognition in the middle of a white-washed, homogenized, nationalistic and color-blind gay culture springing up all around us and a culture that too often is in league with violent, imperialist political acts and policies.
Why do we only collect coming out stories, it-gets-better stories, these stories that are set in the past, that tell of a particular set of experiences that not everyone can relate to? Stories that treat the future as if it doesn’t come with a problems of its own.
Because what are stories if not for finding ourselves in the narratives of others? They’re reminders that we’re not alone, that there are lives available to us outside what we’re constantly being told are the only ways to live. Where can we find inspiration and ideas for expanding our imaginations about the radical future except from each other?
