Also, that one time you helped me move out of my ex’s place and then we went to a pub and got drunk and took photo booth photos. That felt like a very best friend thing to do.
You know what’s not really embarrassing but really awkward? When you and I and our girlfriends at the time were all volunteering at the library together. Actually that’s embarrassing. All four of us were gay and going out with each other and the children’s librarian would always make these comments about us being best friends and how good friends we are.
It was like we were living in this alternate reality, where the north was celebrating and down here in the south we were wondering what the fuck was going on.
Riese: And I also feel like we both — what we look for or hope for in a partner is the same thing. I think both of us look to be with people who fill certain spots in us that are empty. And we have the same empty spots, you know what I mean?
Laneia: Yes! I need somebody who can go into stores and get things for me.
Riese: And somebody who doesn’t stress out or think it’s a big deal when they have to carry a ton of things from one place to another place. And takes charge when necessary. Yeah, we have the same needs. And our partners probably have a lot in common, in certain ways too.
Laneia: Yeah, definitely.
Riese: We would’ve been just lying there on our backs, waiting for someone to call the pizza guy.
What was your most embarrassing thing? I guess various crushes on boys. You had a crush on Joe. And you would write about it in your diary, show us your diary, and then tell us not to read your diary.
I would say you are annoyingly good at being thoughtful. Because it makes me look bad by comparison.
Most importantly, the book indicates a way forward — in which many more individuals will continue fighting for liberation by speaking out, creating art, and putting themselves on the line for their queer siblings. In a way, it offers much hope for what the next 100 years will bring.
Punk occupies the precipices between survival and resistance, rage and anguish, hope and giving up, love and nothing. PUNK IS ABOUT LOVE… It implores us to bear witness to those who need to speak and receive support. It made me cry. Crying is so punk.
For those eagerly awaiting, Tiny still has no name, and neither does Simone.