The Honeys

by Ryan La Sala

I know people think being queer is, like, very fabulous and full of witty repartee and all that, but sometimes it’s also crying in the bathroom of an Applebee’s somewhere near Margaretville, New York, while Rihanna’s “S&M” plays on the speakers for the early-bird crowd.

The present is a seam that doesn’t exist between what was and what will be.

“Death isn’t the end,” she says. “It’s just when we become everything else.”