I’ve been finding a strange peace in understanding our history. Not just the history beginning with the 20th century but the reality that we’ve always been everywhere. When we’re cracked down on we rise back in the shadows in a generation, the second the grip inevitably slips enough. Is it a good life? No, it’s one of crimes of desperation, like sex work. But it is a life, and it’s a life that many found worth living unlike a life in the closet.

Even if the worst comes to pass some of our killers’ descendants will claim us as ancestors. And I for one claim them as my descendants.