Queerness

I have never been able to understand people with consistent lives – people who, for example, grow up in a Catholic household and stay that way; or who in secondary school are already laying down a record on which to run for president one day. Imagine having no discarded personalities, no vestigial selves, no visible ruptures with yourself, no gulf of self-forgetfulness, nothing that requires explanation, no alien version of yourself that requires humour and accommodation. What kind of life is that?