I was on a visiting-family vacation with my partner when we saw a flier for "Queer Space Art Therapy" at a community center. We went.
I don't know how y'all parse that phrase. Maybe you're familiar with art therapy. My other partner wants to be an art therapist. And queer spaces: self explanatory.
Don't get me wrong, it was a good time. I'm just saying. I'm still disappointed I never got to be immersed in queer space art. I can't be the only one thinking that, right?
But queer space art could be cover so many subjects! Maybe I need to share little taste of what I'm missing. Radical radio interferometry collectives. Appreciative nods between butch planets. Dating the smell of methane rain. Co-op communities nestled in icy asteroid belts. Galaxies in queerplatonic relationships. Rows of low-gravity crops photosynthesizing Earthshine. Transfolk who are also comets. Relationship guides for rogue planets. Getting fucked by starlight. The last drag king show we'll live to see, hosted amid the collision of the Andromeda and Milky Way galaxies. Old planets nostalgic for their guilty-fave civilization. The silent exhilaration of a culture recognizing you as a constellation. Reminder: black holes will always respect your pronouns. Saggitarius A* says trans rights.