#queeringhome

[queeringhome]

my grandfather’s table, built with his own two hands, gifted to my father, and finally gifted to me as a place that now hold my keys and greets my as i re/orient myself to home.

[queeringhome]

tables.

all my life, i’ve oriented around the table—as a place to break bread and share meals, as a place to do homework, a place to play games, a place to hold life’s constant clutter, a place to share stories and laugh at funny (and quite unfunny) jokes, a place to decorate cookies at christmastime, a place to build community, a place to yell and scream and have blow-out fights, a place to create and destroy, a place to sit and rest, a place to build and create and love.

// photo by Mary Borysova on Unsplash