How can queer art help us to survive, and maybe even fight back, during this bloody awful moment in history?

I've been asking myself some version of this question non-stop for ages, but I still don't have any clear answers. What I do have is a bone-deep sense that we need to be twice as wild, twice as flagrantly ourselves — and at least three times as experimental, honest, and weird as before. We cannot let the shit-weasels shut us down or terrorize us into bland respectability. We need to see each other standing up in all our finery, making no sense and holding each other up. And we need to be seen, too.

We need to freak some people out.

In moments like these, you don't need to become a whole new person just to prove you care. You don't have to join a protest in the streets, if that's not possible for you. You don't have to donate money, if you don't have any to spare. You do not have to write about every issue, just to prove that you are paying attention.

You have to do something, but something is different for each of us. Be you, but louder. Brighter. Weirder. Standing up means taking up space where the world can see you. And if that freaks them out, it's their problem, not yours.