We are expected to accept their apologies with grace and forgiveness, as if the damage can be swept away with the benevolence of our queer absolution.
The trailer for the Queen biopic is out . So are the criticisms. And I have a few things I would like to say.
I'm still nervous about the global political climate, I'm still full of emotional turmoil, and I'm still going to be blogging about both of those things.
I didn't want to be asexual. I didn't realise that I didn't have to relinquish my beloved bisexual identity in order to make some space for this little bit of ace.
I often hold my queerness hand in hand with my autism. They are what make me beautiful and unique. They are also what paints a target on my head.
I cried. Well, first I squealed. And flapped my hands. A lot. But then I cried.
Sometimes I want to cover myself in glitter and dance in your sunshine. And sometimes I want to throw my hands over my head and scream until you leave me alone.
Apparently, so they say, the best way to begin a blog is to introduce yourself.