Wolf Indigo Baker

In today’s political environment, being queer can feel bad. Whether it is consuming Bud Light as a form of protest or monitoring every point of entry at a gay establishment, constant vigilance takes a toll on our lives. Empirical evidence corroborates the aforementioned with an estimated 40% of Asian American queer youth seriously considering suicide in the past year. Clearly, we are encountering a seismic problem.

1985 Dear admirer, Thank you for your application for the position of My First Girlfriend. Unfortunately, for some reason not even apparent to myself, I will end up finishing elementary school a bachelor, remembered forever by the girls (and likely some boys) because I wore a black leather jacket—and wore it well—in the motherfucking 5th grade.

Chick-fil-A was not just a place to buy chicken, at least not to us. It was a symbol, the last honest company, a holdover from the days when America was Christian, when lemonade came from real lemons, when people looked you in the eye when they shook your hand, and when the chicken was always fresh, never frozen. They were looking to open up a new franchise, and you couldn’t have found a town more welcoming than mine.