When queerness and art collide: My journey as a writer
Gay Carrie Bradshaw. Wannabe Dan Savage. Writing about barbacking like it’s some sort of mission trip. I’m not unaware of the perceptions surrounding this column, which, when directed toward me, often presents as, “How exactly did this happen?” That question is valid, in part because it happened so fast that I never processed the events leading up to it.
It’s even more valid considering my dream was never to be a columnist at all, if one could call me that (delusional blogger, maybe?).
No, instead, I wanted to write science fiction. That’s right — for years, I dedicated thousands of hours typing away at my laptop, making up plots, characters, settings, and sometimes laws of physics out of thin air.
For most of that time, it was a hobby I kept close, telling few in my inner circle to avoid what others might think. Despite this insecurity, I managed to complete three-and-a-half full-length novels that now sit patiently as PDFs on my hard drive.
