Femme, Queer, and Visible, Oh My!

"I want to write rage but all that comes is sadness. We have been sad long enough to make this earth either weep or grow fertile. I am an anachronism, a sport, like the bee that was never meant to fly. Science said so. I am not supposed to exist. I carry death around in my body like a condemnation. But I do live. The bee flies. There must be some way to integrate death into living, neither ignoring it nor giving in to it."

Audre Lorde. 1980. The Cancer Journals. Aunt Lute Books: p. 13. 

(Source: james-bliss, via palamarthur)