“I never told dead brother I loved him. My fear of him was too great.”
They imagine I’m his “caretaker,” a loaded word, veritably stuffed with presumption.
“Culture should change as people do because people should define culture.”
“Very deep down I know that we will rise, but for now, I still need to mourn the debris.”
Once upon a time, in a land much larger than this one . . .
“Being a funny girl like Fanny continues to skew the way I see myself.”
Even as a child I found extreme pleasure in the things I could control.
“1993 was the only year when my parents and all my siblings and I could have spent the holiday together.”
Remembering the online world of gay chat rooms in the digital moment before social media.
The object of my desire is rarely men like my father, uncle, or the other men in my neighborhood. Cousin Pedro is an exception.