A lot of times when Kamala and I write this opening letter, we end up talking about food. Which, if we’re being honest with ourselves, is perhaps a little too expected when it comes to folks of color writing about our lives. But the basic bitch reality is that K is a master chef (some things are just true) and I have an unmatched sweet tooth.
Am I thinking about all of this because I’m writing this letter after an evening filled with the joyous occasion of some mild-to-medium food poisoning? Probably.
Let’s try again! Autostraddle is spending August looking to pay our bills with a fundraiser that I believe in with my whole heart.
There’s nothing I want more right now than to build a genuine home for QTPOC. I want us to have a place to be funny and fucking sexy. A place where we can hold, challenge and strengthen each other. Capitalism dictates that for us to make those dreams a reality, we must keep the lights on. But, we’ve long ago mastered making a way out of no way. We will pass the same $25 over and over on GoFundMe’s and Cash Apps, just like our aunties and abuelas’ hosted dinner plates at church and our mamas’ had rent parties. We’ve been here before. That’s why we survive. Please give — and help us keep these nearly 50 queer jobs going until the end of the year — if you’re able.
PS: Kamala and I will be guests at Autostraddle’s LIVE Town Hall to talk more about our future together. This Friday, August 7th, at 8:30 PM EST. Come see us, we would love it!
And I love you,