Queering was spoken like a ritual mispronounced, an invitation, not a memory of exile. It sounded smooth on tongues that had never bled for it. It was not fully understood that celebration belonged to those who had borne the bruise, not to those merely drawn to the glitter.

Love, the kind without ledger or leash, does not genuflect before the architecture of enough.

And the silence held by the reflective parent who could not take space can be reinterpreted as absence. And in the absence of context, silence becomes an abandonment where the memories never made get already discarded.

"here, brain" you say "that feels good, right? so you feel safe now... right?"

to perceive perception requires stepping outside of perception which creates a new perspective to perceive from