To be Black, Native, and Queer is to embody the phrase, “loving throughout the cosmos”. To remember we are made from star dust and shall return. Queer love does not expire when we are slain. When we are murdered the love we gave grows to become as omnipresent as star shine be, as our stories are. From light years I’ve traveled to be born free and free our love shall be. I see myself as coupled still. The words “passing” and “transitioning” have spiritual depth not dependent on heteronormative understandings nor meanings. Crossing over and having a lover become an ancestor in their 20s is a part of being queer that can not solely exist in the realm of grief. We deserved celebration. Our love is abundant and joyful still…Not despite of distance and erasure nor because of it, like all and any love; our stories deserve context as our constellations combine, converse, and change.
