Suddenly her mom’s silence matched Jackie’s own. “Oh, my God,” she murmured in disbelief. “Are you gay?”
"Yeah," Jackie forced herself to say.
After what felt like an eternity, her mom finally responded. “I don’t know what we could have done for God to have given us a fag as a child,” she said before hanging up.
She got a call from her older brother. “He said, ‘Mom and Dad don’t want to talk to you, but I’m supposed to tell you what’s going to happen,’” Jackie recalls. “And he’s like, ‘All your cards are going to be shut off, and Mom and Dad want you to take the car and drop it off at this specific location. Your phone’s going to last for this much longer. They don’t want you coming to the house, and you’re not to contact them. You’re not going to get any money from them. Nothing. And if you don’t return the car, they’re going to report it stolen.’ And I’m just bawling. I hung up on him because I couldn’t handle it.” Her brother was so firm, so matter-of-fact, it was as if they already weren’t family."
Hayrides at the apple orchard, crisp walks through the pasture in Annisquam, sweaters, blankets, perfectly brewed Earl Grey, rereading Harry Potter and Little Women, frequent reminders from Papa that wet leaves can be more slippery than ice, picking out a Cinderella pumpkin at Trader Joes, enjoying a fire outdoors with friends, padding around in camp socks or my Alaskan moccasins, thrifting and antiquing, drinking cider warm or hot, decorating with pussy willows and dried Japanese Lanterns, picking Concord grapes…..
Kimberle Crenshaw, in her article Intersectionality and Identity Politics: Learning from Violence Against Women of Color. (via supreme-shieldmaiden)
when kimberle crenshaw speaks, you fucking listen. this is the incredible black woman who is responsible for creating the term intersectionality.