Queer people of colour, yay!

The pure joy of QPOC. Torrential conversation flows, an outpouring. And I didn’t realise I’d been holding it all in, waiting for a moment to speak. But I had been. The free release of speaking without explaining. The rarity of it. To open one’s mouth and instantly be understood, almost before speech. All my life I’ve been waiting. And suddenly, now, the wait is over. Bliss.