Visibility

These days, it often feels like I have two choices. I can be myself and in danger, or I can be invisible and hope that I am safe – that nobody notices, that I am lucky, that none of the aspects I can’t control (my health, my class, the city I live in) are the one that get me. It’s no kind of choice at all.

The Diary of A Queer Timelord

As a child, I imagined myself in these stories with the funny, out-of-place man. I identified with him because I also felt out of place, and his not-typically masculine demeanor felt safe and somehow familiar to me. As a queer adult, I can now see myself represented in these stories even more clearly, a validation that I didn’t know was needed.