#queerfictionloop

[vicioussummitninja]

Twelve posts in, and I haven’t mentioned her name once. I promised myself I wouldn’t. That I’d keep this anonymous.

But when I saw the way she played piano last night— lingerie, half-tied robe, a slow note stretched to breaking— I thought:

“This is exactly the kind of woman Anita Cruz-Desai writes about.”

And maybe I’ve been living inside her book this whole time.