We maintain some privacy without hiding, accept some labels without lying, let go of profound pain without erasing, and learn to âturn awayâ and yet âface things.â That means we deflate imaginary monsters of our own making while accurately recalling what has been done to us and what we have done to others. If we forget the real story, we dream ourselves back into our cellars, setting our own misremembered trauma aflame.
Tucker Lieberman, "The Trail of His Flames" from It Came from the Closet: Queer Reflections on Horror
















