Empty yearning, white nonsense, and Meg Rosoff
I am so angry at Meg Rosoff that I am practically shaking. Â Â
For those who donât know, Meg Rosoff is a white YA author who has written several award-winning books including one that has been made into a movie. Â And in the fine tradition of clueless straight white people everywhere, Rosoff recently shot her mouth off on facebook in response to an article of Huffington Post about Large Fears, a childenâs book about a black boy who loves the color pink. Â In the article, the author talks about how young queer black boys need representaiton in literature. Â
Can I just take a second to say,Â
You can read the entire horrid exchange here, including Rosoff changing what she claims to be saying, being rude, speaking white nonsense, and inexplicably digging herself into a deeper hole.
Plenty of people have had really well-written responses, particularly this piece called The Unbearable Whiteness of Meg Rosoff, as well as great personal response from Kay M, Linda Sue Park, and others.  They are rightfully using this incident to call out white privilege in the publishing world and talking about the necessity of this conversation.  Rosoff has responded by blocking people who disagree with her on twitter. Â
But it wasnât just any black boys that Meg Rosoff was slamming. Â It was the queer ones. Â And thatâs why I feel like I need to say something here. Â
You have NO idea. Â You have no idea the volumes of asks we get on this blog that sit unpublished, full of queer people desperate for characters who look or act like them. Â You have no idea that they so often go without response because we canât find things for these people no matter how hard we try. Â Do we have books with Latina biromantic asexuals? Â How about autistic bisexuals? Â Asian trans girls? Â Black boys who donât know if they are really bi? Â How about demisexual bisexual genderqueer people?
In almost three years of running this blog, I cannot think of a SINGLE black bisexual boy protagonist in YA Fiction. Â Not one. Â I only know of one black bisexual character in YA, Enki in The Summer Prince. Â I went through our bisexual character tag and Iâve got nothing else. Â Voluminous amounts of nothing. Â I know of no YA books with black trans boys and very few with black gay boys (I know of none where they are the protagonist). Â
Some days I log into our inbox, and it breaks my heart. Â It is a vast expanse of human longing oozing out in desperate grasps across a digital void. Â I see the numbers over the little envelope symbol and on some days, I dread clicking it. Â I dread seeing that naked yearning that I canât soothe. Â I dread leaving it unanswered, staring at me every time I check the inbox, because I donât have anything to give these people. Â They donât want what they have which is oodles and oodles of white straight people. Â They want something more. Â
And you know NOTHING about what they need if you think they want a goddamn pamphlet. Â
So let me reiterate that Rosoff (and everyone else who might share her views) has no clue. Â
She might have some cracked out white straight lady idea of what teens should get, but she knows NOTHING about what they want. Â Or what they need. Â Or what they reach out for with quiet desperation. Â
Now I personally believe that living well is the best revenge, so go buy yourself a copy of Large Fears, the childrenâs book that started this all. Â Give it to a queer black boy you know. Â Give it to any child you know so they can know that queer black boys are real. Â Give it to them because you can, because in this case you have something to give. Â
Black queer boys are important and they deserve EVERYTHING that white straight boys (and girls) get in YA novels in spades. Â They deserve books, not just pamphlets (the fuck?? pamphlets? Â Seriously pamphlets??). Â They deserve better than what we have to give. Â And they sure as hell deserve a lot better than Meg Rosoff. Â