There were Trump protests in Albuquerque last night. After spending the day on my couch, flailing for freelance work to do, and trying to make any noise in my head, I heard about a vigil.
I’m not exactly sure what seeing intentionally feels like, but I think I’m starting to.
As usual, the Albuquerque Pride Parade 2016 edition was a complicated act of beauty.
This year I finally swallowed my fear of nonbelonging, and attended Self Serve’s Pride parking lot cookout/parade station. Again, the camera gives me purpose. Purpose gives me peace. Peace emboldens…