Today, I get to celebrate poetic theatrics and Brooklyn’s Book Festival.
When I was a kid, I hung out in my closet. Really. Whitney Houston poster pressed against the wall, radio plugged in so I could listen to my favorite tapes, a pillow to place my head against while my clothes dangled above me. This was my safe space. I had no idea that years later, I would COME OUT of “the” closet. Of course, as queer folk, we come out many times. These announcements don’t necessarily get easier and sometimes the language changes.
As I was writing my novel, “Everything Grows” I wanted to explore this coming our process. Some of us walk out of our closets singing songs in celebration. Some remain, waiting. Some never emerge.
For over ten years, I slowly dripped out the words that are now available to YOU.
I hope this book inspires you to celebrate all the languages and identities and parts that make you you. And remember, the journey of unearthing bits of who you are continues. As you continue.
Celebrate with me on Friday, May 10th at Bluestockings bookstore in NYC at 7pm. It will be an evening of words and music and (hopefully) some discovery.