The first time I knew that my words had triggered some deep in someone was when I finished a two-week, summer writers workshop when I was 15. I climbed into my mother’s car, read her poem, and watched her face change as she heard it. It was then when I realized some people have to go out into the world to search for their queer and creative communities.
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