Before I had language for what I was—before I said “I’m gay” out loud, before I knew the word empathy or even the word queer—I had Erasure. I was a kid who felt too much, too early. And when I first heard “Hideaway” by Erasure, something in me split wide open. It...
I was a teenager the first time I read The Color Purple by Alice Walker. I didn’t have the language for what I was feeling at the time—not for queerness, not for shame, not for God. But I knew, instinctively, that something sacred was happening in those pages....
Queer Reflection is built to spark transformation, not just awareness.
One day the boy decided to let them know the way he felt inside. He could not stand to hide it. His mother she broke down and cried. Oh my father, why don’t you talk to me now? Oh my mother, do you still cry yourself to sleep? Are you still proud of your little boy?
Don’t be afraid. You don’t have to hideaway.
The boy, he was rejected by the people that he cared for. It's not what they expected, but he could not keep it secret anymore. Far from home now, waiting by the telephone. There's a new world. You can make it on your own. Are you still proud of your little boy?
Don’t be afraid. You don’t have to hideaway, no.
Don’t be afraid. Love will mend your broken wing. Time will fade away. Learn to be brave.
