Some misguided fans believe they are owed information about artists’ sexual and gender identities. As a queer writer myself, this worries me.
I needed to fight my way out of the trance of thinness in order to find out what else was possible, in order to finally see myself.
In writing for TV, I’m committed to doing what I can to wave the Black-femme-boy flag. We deserve to be heroes.
Being a girl meant minimizing myself and my needs, but Miss Scarlet embodied glamour, power and possibility in an unapologetically femme package.
The show went a step further than other cartoons of the time: It showed young women intentionally building a life together.
Transition needn’t be a straight line.
I pinballed between circles of lesbians but settled nowhere. Gorgeous women were everywhere but always out of reach in San Francisco’s mesmerizing haze.