As queers and exiles of all kinds, remember that it's up to us to preserve the memory our love and living practices.
Many of us had no practices instilled in us by any queers in our lives, since many of us grew up in an era without queer elders, without a history being communicated by anyone trusted in our lives. Instead, many of us were struggling alone against (in America at least) the heavily Christian-coded practices of capitalist, consumerist hegemony.
We had to develop our own practices.
To keep ourselves and each other safer.
To accept and express ourselves.
To develop community, and love.
It's up to us to protect the memory of these practices, their living history. We cannot expect our memory to be kept by the textbooks of machine that exists to Eat Worlds, to alienate peoples - to produce workers.
We keep the memory of our love, our life, alive. We have to.
And we have the power to do more than those that came before us, so that those after us can walk with our knowledge, our failures.
Celebrate around shrines of your love. Let them burn as bright as your heart.
Build temples of rest for exiles. Let them be sanctuaries of self-acceptance as endless becomings.