I didn’t get a lot of love growing up. Things got worse the more queer I became.
I love the way our community does found-family. I spent most of my life finding lost queers and helping them. People come and people go but I was always welcoming people into my family. Always giving what I could give. Always sharing what I know. Always sharing connections.
When I got sick everyone left. Everyone left and I am a ghost.
Turns out when you give give give give and give…people are happy to take.
They don’t come back for you when you need it.
They leave when there’s nothing left to take.












