It’s just not in my heart to write much today, so I won’t. I do have one question that’s been weighing on my heart though.
Is there anywhere safe in the world for queer people? Queer PoC? Black queer people? Black queer women?
I don’t think there is. That hurts my soul more than anyone will ever know.
It’s why I’ve had the idea of starting what I like to call a queer café for a while now. It would be a place where TBLG+ people, youth especially could just be themselves. There would be tutoring sessions available for youth and college students, pamphlets on health and safety, and information on resources geared specifically towards queer people. I’d also want it to be a space where queer authors, musicians, and artists could perform and sell their work.
It’s a pipe dream, to be sure, but one I just can’t let go of. I sometimes catch myself looking at different properties, dreaming about what could be. There’s this one spot downtown that would just be absolutely perfect but I know I’d never have enough money to lease it. I’d also need a partner who’s familiar with the whole café thing so I wouldn’t immediately go out of business because of shit coffee and food.
Alternatively, I could abandon the whole coffee and food thing and just make it a safe and comforting space. An internet café type deal with vending machines and shelves of fruit and other snacks, and computers for people to use. After hours, the homeless and needy could drop by and grab whatever left over fruits, juices, or snacks we hadn’t sold that day free of charge. No need to waste food when there are people out there who could use it.
This is something I want so bad I can taste it. I just want a place where we can all feel safe and loved if only for a couple of hours. I’ll probably never get it, but it is nice to dream about it.