There’s a way that letting go of one side of a binary can feel like letting go of the ground itself — if everything I thought I knew about not being straight was not true, then what? If everything I thought I knew about myself was also not true, or was unravel-able with enough questioning, where would be the end of that? Would I ever have a solid sense of myself again? Was that even possible?
unraveling the binaries of queerness
unraveling the binaries of queerness
unraveling the binaries of queerness
There’s a way that letting go of one side of a binary can feel like letting go of the ground itself — if everything I thought I knew about not being straight was not true, then what? If everything I thought I knew about myself was also not true, or was unravel-able with enough questioning, where would be the end of that? Would I ever have a solid sense of myself again? Was that even possible?