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I’ve been thinking about how this traumatized a generation of queer folks who lost friends & meant those coming of age in the 00’s had so few queer adults in our lives too, so few models for living a long happy queer life. We are impacted by their absence.
This is why I fight so hard to be a present, out, queer adult in the lives of all my friends’ kids. I remember the few folks I read as queer as being lifelines for me even as I never spoke to them about queerness. I just watched them as often as I could from a distance.
My elementary school gym teacher. The public library volunteer. My high school religion teacher. My neighbor’s adult sister. They were few & far between in small town KY, but I saw them. I committed them to memory. Their existence let me know there was something else out there.
