Dear Queer Diary: A Doodle Is Worth A Thousand Words
Dear Queer Diary: A Doodle Is Worth A Thousand Words
When I was a tiny lesbian, I wanted to grow up to become an artist. In my young mind, this would consist mainly of sitting by scenic vistas with an easel and a set of watercolors, flourishing my brush dramatically. After a few years, I imagined, my work would be displayed in heavy gold frames at major museums around the world.
I also imagined I would spend the rest of my life with a bowl cut and…







