D is for David Bowie. His fashion sense helped me re-imagine what a body and desire could be.
E is for Eartha Kitt. Not only her Catwoman. Her words.
F is for Faulkner. What love would feel like if it were a sentence.
H is for Hank Williams. I grew up listening to his stories.
I is for Luce Irigaray. The gift of language and of thinking of giving in new ways.
N is for narcissism. Because sometimes self-love feels good.
O is for One Love . The real desires of voice and longing.
P is for Prince. Because is/was Prince and exists/ed outside of tense. And P is for Pittsburgh, the city of love. And Pittsburgh, not Paris, is the City of Lights. Proof you ask? Drive through the tunnels into the city at night. Rivers.
Q is Queen. The impossible voice.
R is for Rainer Marie Rilke. Not just for his poetry and letters and diaries and prose, but also for his parents uncertainty of their desires at the moment of his birth.
T is for The Taste of Cherry. Because, as we grow older, we need to remember to see with new eyes.
X is for silence.
Y is for Y Tu Mama Tambien. Road trip.
Z is for Zoolander. Because of the woman I was with when I saw this film. The things we do for love.
“When he lay beside her, or when she lay on top of him and he felt the girl weight of her young body on his old body, he forgot the pain of every heartbreak he had ever experienced. The pain of every bone that had ever been broken in his body, the pain of losing his parents and of nearly dying from starvation, all of it lifted and disappeared into thin air as if none of it, as if nothing bad, had ever happened to him. She gave him this. So he stood before her. He stood and waited, unsure of what he was waiting for, of what there was left in the world that a man like him could ever see or know again.” From When Love Was and Here Lies Memory.