My path to queer remembering started with simple curiosity.
From ninth grade through the early years of my first stab at college, I worked at the Flint Public Library. In one of my jobs there, I staffed the Clerk’s Desk, which involved retrieving bound magazines from basement storage, helping people with microfilm readers, and sometimes taking ID for certain publications that might be stolen. One such publication was Continue reading “My Path to Queer Remembering (1 of 3)”