If we bring a visibly queer contingent to your funeral, will your great-aunt squirm and give us weird looks? Will it be our fault for causing a distraction at an otherwise solemn goodbye? Should we try to look less queer? Would you be laughing at us if you knew we were even considering trying to look less queer?
Can I post my favorite photo us us, you know, the one from Pride with the giant lube ad in the background or would that make your mom hate me? Is it naive to imagine that anything could make her more upset than the simple fact that you’re gone?
It’s confusing when someone passes and each of these questions feel highly important and highly superficial all at the same time.
I wish that I had solid advice on how to go about it, but I think the fact of the matter is that situations like this are so unique and odd and awkward and terrible that they all sort of take their own in the moment strategies.
Lauren - On Navigating the Unexpected Death of a Queer Friend
and go ahead and listen to this playlist while you read, maybe.
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