We got chills and teary eyes in the first session when leaders from the southern based LGBTQ advocacy organizations we invited told us simply that we didn’t have to leave the south. I can’t remember ever having heard anyone tell me that so plainly before.
“Of course, we abandoned the trail and set off in flip-flops, so our adventure was a little less Indiana Jones, and a little more Troop Beverley Hills.”
National Poetry Slam 2013! We laughed, we cried, we stayed up until ungodly hours of the night to cheer on our friends and favorites.
“Tomorrow we’re getting on a plane at 6 am and flying from LA to Boston and not returning until Thanksgiving. It’s quite possibly the craziest thing we’ve ever done.”