… have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts…
There’s this tendency to think of the individual and the collective as somehow at odds or separate. But I think that’s really false. We’re all both. And when the individual suffers, the collective suffers, and vice versa…..Some of us are rather accustomed to having things other people don’t have and living in a safer and easier way. So the argument that we should actually share risk with everyone else so that a vital protection can be offered to a group that we may not even be part of is a challenging idea.
A writer is a world trapped in a person.
I think this book is good for those kids who need that mirror to say, ‘Wow, I’m not that unusual.’ I still think that’s important for kids who are questioning. I think it’s just as important for kids who aren’t questioning their sexuality, for a straight boy or girl, because then the book becomes a window: This is what your classmates may be going through. I think it engenders a sense of compassion, and that’s what I think is really important.
On the morning I accompany my demented grandmother on a bus from Las Vegas to Los Angeles, my Uncle Bartolo makes pancakes in his kitchen. He’s the brother my mother and my aunts are always scolding and protecting, because of his displacement and his sins.
My memoir essay, condensed and reprinted for Gawker.
Love consists in this,
that two solitudes protect,
and touch, and greet each other.
Q:When is too long?
I am the kind of person who says let’s wait and see.
She was in contact with her turmoil and with her ability to survive. How could that be anything less than emotional brilliance?
If you are in Australia this week, come say hello!
O the Eyes that will see me,
And the Mouth that will kiss me.
And the Rose I will stand on,
And the Hand that will turn me.
This will be in a Time of mirrors.
O the Tiger that will point me,
And the Light that will drown me.
And the Voice that will sing me,
And the God I will dethrone.
This is the Death I will stand on.
—Jose Garcia Villa