Queer

2023 - 3 - 27

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Le queer décortiqué (La Presse)

Car qui dit queer dit différent, autre, mais par rapport à quoi, au juste ? PHOTO MARTIN CHAMBERLAND, LA PRESSE. Marie-Ève Kingsley, autrice ...

« On n’est pas contre les cis ou les hétéros, reprend Marie-Ève Kingsley, mais on est contre le fait que ce soit une norme et la seule façon de vivre. » » Qu’importe, « je deviens moi ». » Sur la question du prénom, Zed Cézard confie à son tour : « je m’appelle enfin comme je suis » en racontant ce « miracle de m’enfanter ». Pour désorienter le lecteur, comprend-on, à l’instar du vécu ô combien désorientant rapporté : ce sentiment « vertigineux d’être continuellement à la recherche de soi », comme le résume la directrice du collectif, Marie-Ève Kingsley, dans un texte senti aux airs de manifeste. Il faut dire que plusieurs ont opté pour un pseudonyme (dont dog food, oui, c’est son nom), un choix qui prend tout son sens à la lecture de ces quelque 150 pages de textes, tantôt sous la forme du récit, tantôt de la poésie, durs et bouleversants à la fois, assurément déstabilisants, lesquels lèvent le voile sur une réalité méconnue.

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As A Queer Kid, I Fled My Small Town. 14 Years Later, A Message ... (HuffPost UK)

"Growing up as a Gen X queer youth in my rural hometown literally almost killed me."

I had officially come out to all of my family, all at once — and in a tux! I revelled in this space and the opportunity to be myself with them with no shame or concern for the first time in my 35 years of existence. I did try to come out to my mom when I was 30, after I had established a life for myself in Seattle. I will never forget the soft breeze on the back of my neck and the smell of sweet pine sap that clung to it as I witnessed H, shining with beauty and brilliance, exchange vows with her equally radiant wife. It was an opportunity to let go of the idea that the only way H could learn was the hard way, because that’s how I learned. The day was set and the details were sorted, but H’s dad declined to come to the wedding. After all, I didn’t have a gay uncle to reach out to when I was in her situation. To survive, I had to create and manage a persona that matched the expectations of my environment. My parents were under the impression I would be headed back to college, but my real plan was to save as much money as possible so I could leave my hometown and pursue a new life in New Orleans. I realised years later, through therapy, this was a basic survival response to my situation. With her questions, I realised I’d never “officially” come out to anyone in my family, including my father before he died a few years prior. So I was surprised to receive her message, and even more surprised to read it.

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As A Queer Kid, I Fled My Small Town. 14 Years Later, A Message ... (HuffPost)

"Growing up as a Gen X queer youth in rural Montana literally almost killed me."

I had officially come out to all of my family, all at once — and in a tux! I reveled in this space and the opportunity to be myself with them with no shame or concern for the first time in my 35 years of existence. I did try to come out to my mom when I was 30, after I had established a life for myself in Seattle. I will never forget the soft breeze on the back of my neck and the smell of sweet pine sap that clung to it as I witnessed H, shining with beauty and brilliance, exchange vows with her equally radiant wife. It was an opportunity to let go of the idea that the only way H could learn was the hard way, because that’s how I learned. After all, I didn’t have a gay uncle to reach out to when I was in her situation. The day was set and the details were sorted, but H’s dad declined to come to the wedding. To survive, I had to create and manage a persona that matched the expectations of my environment. My parents were under the impression I would be headed back to college, but my real plan was to save as much money as possible so I could leave my hometown and pursue a new life in New Orleans. I realized years later, through therapy, this was a basic survival response to my situation. So I was surprised to receive her message, and even more surprised to read it. When it came time for H to attend high school, she was sent to a Christian school.

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