“I wish I could show you … the astonishing light of your own being.”

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I read so many things about queer folks and trans folks and genderqueer folks about dating and sex and how the person you love doesn’t love you anymore and how you really want the new binder or surgery or just ran out of your HRT dose or how your heart is breaking or how fucking good your sex was last night or how lucky you are to be in love or how hard long distance relationships are or how abusive M/s and D/s can be or how much you crave something other than what you have or how you’re being overlooked for some good thing yet again. Every day I read the internet, read read read the internet, my Tumblr feed full of college students and poets and dirty pictures, my Facebook feed full of my most favorite people in the world and at least 2,000 people I’ve only met once and had some sort of desire to connect with deeper, I read Twitter and all of your briefest of thoughts about what’s going on in the world.

(I don’t read RSS anymore. Do you? It seems the overabundance of social media has replaced following specific blogs and reading everything they write. I am much more inclined to see what link ten of my friends has shared and click through to read that article, regardless of the source. We are in the internet age of the group blog, where things go viral, where good writing has so little place on blogging platforms but rather blogs are built with bullet-pointed bolded subheading lists, bite-sized revelations we can easily quote. Little nuggets of truth and wisdom. I don’t know what to do with my “real” writing in the online blog world that only values (virals) those. And see, I do it too, only listing my bite-sized social media readings, not any significant articles. So interesting, how morning habits evolve.)

I think about you, my people, my tribe, my lineage, my students, my friends, my lovers, all the time. I read through what you’re saying and I want to sit down with you, I want to say: Hello, how are you. What’s going on for you today? How is your heart? Are you going to make it to the next holiday, your next birthday, with more dove-grace and courage than the last one? Are you building anew the ways to remake yourself? Are you gathering tools so this world doesn’t crush you?

I guess I am. Sometimes I think that’s all I ever do. And while it’s you I am reading, your words and thoughts and heartaches between the lines, your hard-ons and dripping soaking through pleasures, your mouths open yawning gaping hungry, your words screaming hoping for someone to listen, really it is that inner kid of mine that I am looking for, listening for, my fourteen year old self who was shattered by the process of coming into an adulthood with no models, no context, for what I was becoming.

So I read all of you, but really I am listening for the ghost of her, and I see her everywhere.

All that is to say that when I read your words, this Hafiz quote always comes to my mind: “I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.”

I wish there was some way I could show you the astonishing light of your own being. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I wish I could show myself that, too, on my bad days, on the days when I am betrayed or betrayer and struggle to live with what I know I’ve done. It’s all projection, you’re all mirrors for what I am trying to tell myself, I know that. And I know the struggles. I know it’s not that easy. I feel it too. I straddle the worlds and some mornings cannot get out of bed for the softness of the sheets and the purring cat and the empty space next to me. I am no stranger to having one’s chemistry betray one’s ambition, I know how it feels for one’s body to be the thing standing in the way of everything else.

But still: there is light. I know there is. (There has to be.)

And when I can see it … oh, it is, it truly is nothing but astonishing.

Sideshow’s Freak Flag is One Week Away

… and we’ve added another reader! Kate McCabe is touring with the Famous Lesbian Comedy Roadshow and squeezed us in. Really looking forward to her work.

Kate McCabe has been from all of the following places at one point or another: Erie, PA,—New York, NY—Los Angeles, CA—Baltimore, MD—Rochester, NY—Oban, Scotland—and most recently Manchester, England. A graduate from NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts, she studied at the Stella Adler Studio and suffered the indignity and emotional pain of being constantly belittled and berated by crotchety old acting teachers–mostly to legitimize a career in comedy. Turns out that being ashed on by Virginia Slims and wearing Capezio character heels is good for the soul. She has subsequently performed long-form improv with The Hester Prynns, written sketch for The Ralph Show and Free Range, and performed stand-up in The States and The UK. She loves comic books, travelling, snacking, karate-chopping things, and napping. Proudest moments include offering Gina Gershon a smoked-mozzarella pizza whilst working as a cater-waiter and the one time Kate Clinton gave her a hug.

Also, drumroll please: Sideshow now has its own domain! www.queerliterarycarnival.com is up and running. We don’t have an official Sideshow mailing list, join either Cheryl’s or mine to get monthly reminders, or follow us on Facebook or Twitter.

It’s going to be a fantastic lineup—See you there!