My grandmother possessed the kind of precision that could leave somebody emotionally bleeding in the canned-goods aisle of a grocery store aisle so politely that nobody three feet away would have known it happened.
The smile never wavered.
And she was probably wearing a matching hat, bag, and shoes while she did it.
I learned camp from this woman in a church pew in Central Florida.
I also learned that being impeccably polite and being remotely harmless are two very different things.
I wrote about Mimmie, the sewing room, and the lessons I didn't know I was learning.
“They Mistook Her Manners for Obedience” on Messy Reinvention.
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Being queer and Deaf has made me very familiar with the gap between what I experience and what somebody else is willing to believe.
Silent Horrors lives in that gap. The people who notice something wrong have already spent years being told to question themselves.
This is the introduction to the archive.
But be warned, once you notice the cracks, you can’t look away…
silenthorrors.substack.com/p…
Don’t mind me. Just heading out to ride that big blue wave that rolled in last night. 🌊💙
The timing of this photo suddenly feels VERY appropriate. 🙌
And yes, voting abroad and absentee voting absolutely matter!
I've been publishing Silent Horrors on Substack, but here's something I haven't announced publicly until now.
There's a full-length novel.
98,000 words. Thirty accounts. One archivist. An ending nobody has read.
And it's finished.
Evelyn Griffith interviewed me for The Undiscovered about the book, the queer history behind it, and why the monster has been paying such close attention to humanity.
Unfortunately, we've been terrible teachers.
The novel is a different experience from the Substack. Even if you've read every published story, you haven't read the story the book tells.
This is the first time I've talked publicly about the manuscript.
Full interview
theundiscovered.substack.com…
The boy waits until he's far from home to uncover his Halloween costume.
He made the heroine himself. A woman recognizes the costume without laughing. He's happy. Then he covers himself again.
He's only 11. He already knows the difference between a kind porch & a safe street.
"What They Found in the Alley" is the Halloween file on Silent Horrors.
The coat lets him carry something he loves past people who would forbid it. It can't make the people farther along the route safe...
Read his record.
silenthorrors.substack.com/p…
I didn’t fall from heaven. I was asked to leave.
Apparently, the dress code didn’t allow sheer mesh, leather harnesses, or several yards of black tulle.
Honestly, sounds like a pretty boring place. 😇😈
Made my entire fallen angel costume for Halloween this year.
No regrets🖤
Just your friendly boy next door. 🧢😇
Polite. Well-mannered. Excellent smile.
Absolutely cannot be trusted.
But your mother would love me. 😂
We organized a broad coalition, challenged the manufactured panic, and turned a fight he thought he could aim at one group into a very public reckoning.
Which is why I’m telling this story for LGBTQ History Month. I was there. I have receipts.
We brought in other communities the mayor had alienated. That changed the size of the crowd, the coverage, and who had to answer for what he was saying.
Also, people brought an absolutely unreasonable amount of toilet paper. There’s that.
I wrote the full story for LGBTQ History Month: the proposal, the organizing, the press conference, and why I think the playbook matters now that trans people are being targeted by bathroom laws.
“They Always Start With the Bathrooms.” Free to read.
waymonhudson.substack.com/p/…
I don’t often get to say that I was personally involved in a piece of LGBTQ history involving a quarter-million-dollar robot toilet. But here we are.
In 2007, the mayor of Fort Lauderdale wanted to spend $250K of public money on a robot toilet to stop gay men from having sex.










