queer rage
PRIDE 2025
with my daughter Leila at DC Pride.
it’s hard to even begin this without acknowledging the over 800 anti-lgbtq+ bills that have been introduced by republican lawmakers. eight hundred.
do you know what kind of obsession that takes? they think about us more than we think about them. what harm do we commit by simply existing? what is it about queer joy that scares them so deeply?
i’ll tell you.
they hate us— because we remind them of what it means to be free.
they see us and are forced to confront their own cages.
their internalized shame. their binary, colonized, boxed-in selves. we show them what liberation looks like, and they can’t stand it.
this pride month has been bittersweet for me.
because while i get to celebrate— to dance, to kiss my people in the sun, to wear all my colors and glitter— i also feel the weight. the rage. the sorrow. the fear.
but i won’t let it stop me. because I know my ancestors would want me to celebrate daughter like we’ve done many years before but even prouder and louder.
it’s exhausting to constantly defend your right to exist. and even more exhausting to watch people not care.
it’s not just the bills.
it’s the culture of violence.
it’s the fake allies.
it’s the silence of “friends.”
it’s the harm that keeps getting brushed off as politics.
we’re not a political debate.
we are people. we are lovers, parents, artists, leaders, healers.
we are divine. and we have always existed.
queerness is one of the most natural things in the world. it’s found across species.
it exists in every culture. and trans and nonbinary people have been part of indigenous traditions forever — muxes in mexico, hijra in india, fa'afafine in samoa, two-spirit people across turtle island.
gender and sexuality were never meant to be limited. it’s colonialism that created the binary. it’s white supremacy that weaponized religion against us.
and still, we are here. still, we are loving. still, we are sacred.
and let’s be so fuckin’ real— if you’re supporting businesses, churches, or politicians who fund anti-lgbtq+ policies or do not affirm us.
you’re complicit. there’s no “neutral” when people’s lives are on the line.
defend your queer friends. defend your trans friends.
don’t just put a rainbow in your bio— put your money where your mouth is. show up. speak up. spend intentionally.
hire queer practitioners. support queer businesses. advocate loudly.
i’ll be honest — i go back and forth with the idea of staying in the u.s.
do i stay and fight? or do i choose a soft life elsewhere?
in a conversation with my gay cousin i said: i’m tired. tired of fighting.
i want rest. i want joy. i want love without fear.
but no matter where i go, my commitment remains: to build spaces of healing and liberation for bipoc & queer folks like me. because this is my life’s work.
so if you’re queer, trans, questioning, fluid, expansive, or simply craving a space where you can be fully yourself — you’re in the right place. i got you.
if you’re an ally, this is your moment to show up.
hire queer practitioners. share our work. be about it.