my aunt passed away two weeks ago and i am deeply conflicted – as many folks tend to be with loss, i guess. while she wasn't a queer warrior, her loss has certainly made me long for one. so i made one up - my sistacousinunclemom.
it is becoming ever clearer to me that the universe does not make mistakes. she is kind, full, intentional, and available. she is all that we are. in college as a young dancer i found myself grateful for every moment in a rehearsal or class. for the rediscovery that dancing felt like water or walking.