The Letter Q

Hot and hazy,

this morning,

ah,

Summer in the city,

eesch.

Gets hot in the apartment,

don’t want to install,

the air conditioner,

worried about my sinuses,

I think fans,

might manage,

we’ll see,

if it gets Too hot,

and,

I feel,

homicidal tendencies,

surface,

I’ll just,

wheel the sucker out:-)

I’m trying to keep,

my head on straight,

this week,

so excited,

I can hardly breathe!!!

Seems to me,

I haven’t ‘talked’,

about books,

much,

lately.

I did finish one,

last week,

an advanced readers copy,

The Letter Q: Queer writers’ Notes To Their Younger Selves.

A nice read,

lofty goal,

to help queer teenagers,

to ‘see’,

that life,

doesn’t and shouldn’t,

end,

with their teenage years.

Very much like the,

‘It Gets Better’ project.

I applaud such projects,

tools to combate,

teen suicide,

are,

necessary.

Apparently,

suicide amongst gay teens,

is higher,

much higher,

than their,

‘straight’ counterparts,

and,

since teen suicide is at an,

alarmingly high rate,

it stands to reason,

that anything,

that tries to help,

is a good thing.

I liked this book,

I found that like all,

anthologies,

it was uneven,

but,

as a whole,

good.

Some of the letters were,

touching, funny,

some a tad,

weird,

nothing too preachy,

or new agey.

Of course,

I’m not the target audience,

I haven’t been a teen,

for decades,

and,

the angst,

I suffered as a teen,

had little to do,

with being a dyke,

As I said to,

a special someone,

recently,

I just was,

didn’t really question it,

I just knew.

I realise that could be a,

minority position.

If I knew any,

questioning,

literary type,

teens,

who looked like,

perhaps,

a quiet nudge,

in the ‘it’s ok’

more of us,

than you think,

direction.

I’d leave this book,

on the coffee table.

It warms my heart,

to think,

all these people(contributors)

and,

many others,

care,

about our youth.

We may have come,

a long way,

no doubt,

but,

there is still,

much ground to cover,

these efforts,

help,

in my humble opinion.

Later girls,

BB

 

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Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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