There have been two fatal stabbings on my street in the last two months. One a block to the South of me, and one a block to the North of me. In the most recent stabbing, on December 20th, most news sources reported:
Police would only say that one of the victims was a man and couldn’t confirm if the other was male or female. My phone started
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This was an amazing read, very much needed. While it's often hard to live amidst all these deaths, I do wish to honour them as best I can and ensure they are all remembered.
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It's also weird to parse: two parents, child, dog, apartment. On a street full of dead neighbours.
And some of that is ordinary human compartmentalization. (Do cities have any untainted streets? We all live surrounded by ghosts. If we obsessed over it, we'd never sleep a wink.) But there's also something interesting here about the way that queerfolk have had to embrace (or at least accept) death--all kinds of death, on all fronts--in a way that most contemporary communities cannot begin to contemplate, and that's something I'll be grappling with for awhile.
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