“That’s some part of Queerness, isn’t it? Reaching out and reaching out and wondering about and learning from each other.”

Yesterday, Sunday, February 7, I was working at a coworking spot here in Durham. My wonderful friends and colleagues at my teaching job got me a subscription to this place for my fiftieth because my amazing mother-in-law lost her housing to a developer and has moved in with us, and my former office (where I would normally write this from) is now her bedroom. Of course, I’m in a coworking space that also is a development. Layer upon layer.  I can hear the train going by as I write this. Here in my queer body that has come to this place through the gauntlet of deep communal care and ruinous corporate appetite that we are living in today.