“Deal of the Week” is an updated take on the horoscope column. Bad advice, worse poetry, every Monday.
Surround yourself with those who celebrate you in your beauty and your animosity, in all aspects of your nebulous self. Toast the children and young people and elders with whom you dance, and those dancing in the underworld. Love and pain and holding and weeping and screaming bleed so close when you have to live this close to survive, knitted dimly together, smelling death early on in life. Hold close for the sunrise – it is wherever queers make love insist on joy dance in the moonlight lift each other higher than ugliness into divinity.