My debut novel came out last year in the US, UK, and France, and I was struck by the panels/talks where people kept asking me about queer joy. I vouch for queer joy, of course, as a queer AF person whose art/writing delves inward in a cheeky way. BUT I write from the gay abyss, the mix of rage and melancholy that is just as important, valid, and—dare I say—triumphant. The crayon box is important because every single day, love affair, conversation won’t be a joyous corny ass love parade, but a melange of all things brutal and beautiful. So rage against the rainbow machine, loves 🖤