ABSTRACT
The author relates her experiences as a queer. Her first tormenting experience was in kindergarten when she was asked her favorite color. She was torn and panicked, experiencing that neural freezing as she said said red and purple, as the first Man she knew said purple, while the first Woman who held me said red. Her favorite holiday was Halloween because her mama would not yell at me for wearing her brother’s clothes. She felt she was Muslim. Queer. Palestinian. Brilliant. Broke. Brilliantly broke. Girl. Man? She invites readers to explore that which brings them pleasure, whether it be ropes, polyamory, whipped cream, or mirrors. Orgasms are a gift to God’s green Earth, and exploring one's sexuality is not the worst thing in this economy.
