8/29/2024
Days passing in a rushy blur. Work is intense, and I am not—exactly—rising to the task. Everything has an effort cost. I haven't been writing much, haven't seen a movie in a month, haven't read in a week. But I am—basically—doing well. Yesterday, sitting in the warm kitchen, talking to Ben and Ximena, I had a perfect moment of gratitude: this is my life. This is the substance, not the exception, of my life. This happiness, this comfort, this love. I feel happy in my little queer life here. Queer, the structure of it—families built on platonic love and friendship; romantic love existing alongside it, commingling, entangling, threading in and out. A fluid, dynamic, and natural way of life.