For the queer community, rebirth is constant

Queer people know the story of rebirth all too well. Sometimes it’s gentle: a slow awakening, a long exhale after years of holding our breath. Other times it’s sudden: a shattering of what we thought we knew, followed by the quiet, deliberate work of piecing ourselves back together. Every queer life, in its way, is an act of reclamation: of story, of desire, of joy.