“Come with me. It is the only way.”
We don’t always know, do we? Sometimes it takes someone else– even a near stranger– to implore us to search our own feelings.
My personal queer origin story began, because of course it did, at Dragon Con in 2019. If you attended that year, you might recall a little speaker fire in a ballroom at the Sheraton? I was totally there! Just hanging out waiting to run sound for the burlesque show when we were all escorted out of the building. And there, standing on a nerdy Atlanta sidewalk, someone just started talking to me! We’d never met and, in fact, she had just moved to Georgia. She expressed having a hard time connecting with people down here and how encouraging therefore Dragon Con had been.
And then she paused and looked right at me and said, “Well, you know, you’re queer, right?”
“There is no escape.”
“Well, you know, you’re queer, right?”
And I said…
A little bit because I didn’t want her to feel bad for asking, but also, as I searched my feelings… I knew it to be true.
Re-watching Empire this morning, especially as I get older… my love for Luke Skywalker grows by the day. When he is told by Darth Vader, by his own father, that there is no escape, that he is beaten, that there is no other way… you know what, Luke Skywalker fucking finds one.
There is always an escape. And it may feel at the time like you are falling down a bottomless chasm, but you’re not.
You are never truly beaten.
May the Force Be With You.