Naima

“Even now, I can look out my window and see him standing in my yard. He’s looking up at my window. Hungry and tired out there in the snow. I had better go let him in.”
― Clinton W. Waters, (UN)Bury Your Gays

“I can’t lose the thing I’ve held onto for so long, you know?” My face twists up from the pain of pushing it out. “I just really need it to be a love story, you know? I really, really need it to be that.”
“I know,” she says.
“Because if it isn’t a love story, then what is it”? I look to her glassy eyes, her face of wide open empathy. “It’s my life,” I say. “This has been my whole life.”
― Kate Elizabeth Russell, My Dark Vanessa

“Numerous same-sex couples were holding hands or walking all around me. I could not hold back my tears. A stranger saw me, walked over, gave me a hug, and said, “I know. I know. It will be okay.”
― Sa'ed Atshan, Queer Palestine and the Empire of Critique

“She didn't understand the horror of watching your body star in something your mind didn't agree to.”
― Kate Elizabeth Russell, My Dark Vanessa