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“It's not just about *real* queer suicide, though," she explains. "It's also about the romanticization of gay trauma in media. It's dark stuff."
"Important stuff, though," Zeke adds.
The three of us sit for a moment, watching the footage play in silence as these words settle. Throwing out observations of heavy or dark seems like such an absurd way to interact with these stories, our commentary falling flat no matter how valiantly we struggle to honor the lives lost.”
― Chuck Tingle, Bury Your Gays

“My conscious mind was ignorant to the fact that I’m gay, but even I knew I was autistic.”
― Chuck Tingle, Camp Damascus

“Did you know my nephew is gay?" Jack asks.
"Congrats?" I reply awkwardly.
"I'm just letting you know that I'm not some right-wing nutjob, I understand gay culture. I'm plugged in."
"I've known you for like a decade and a half," I remind him. "You're very homophobic."
A flicker of panic surges across Jack's face.
"I'm fucking with you," I continue. "Or am I?"
"Wait, what?”
― Chuck Tingle, Bury Your Gays

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles