I love the underdogs, the misunderstood, those of us who resist the status quo, who find joy and pleasure in our quirky difference, who relish in the secrecy of the underground spaces where mystery and play mark the pace of our dance. We say YES to the forbidden, and NO to the normalized ways that oppress our aliveness and limit our imaginations. We rise above and dive under the stiflings of rigid moralizations, and follow the calling of spirits and the changing temperature in our bodies. We are moved by the current of the blood in our veins, that sweet softer voice of our ancestors, the whispered message delineated on the vastness of the sky speckled with clouds. We know ourselves better than anyone else, having found our soft and sharp edges against the friction with other bodies, and in those moments when we discovered new tones in our voices as we raised them to break the suffocating silences. We long to be felt, seen, acknowledged, validated, celebrated.

You, whose heart beats faster when you find your own reflection staring back at you with love, welcome to my space, I’ve been waiting for you.