when the saints come
I originally wanted this story to be more fun and whacky. It was supposed to be a reinterpretation of rocky horror. And maybe it still is, and maybe it will turn out fun and whacky after all is said and done, but I can’t help but listen to the sincere, grave questioning of self and culture and global relation that stirs inside me. So it turned out to be what it is now. Read it, it’s linked below.
Because this is a thesis project and thus requires a more substantial critical accompaniment, i’ll be curating a physical archive — or the beginning of one — that includes late 20th century stories from queers of color, present day writings by me and contemporaries, interviews from magazines, and the notebook in which I’ve been keeping all my thoughts and research pertaining to this project. I’m crowdsourcing, so please send me whatever you’d like about queers of color from anytime and any given moment. bonus points if it’s in the form of some artistic medium.
(victoriacarmenthomas@gmail.com)
Any thoughts you may have about my work are always appreciated and you are always welcome to share them with me.
All love,
Vic
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