As poet Brandon Wint wrote in a much-quoted social media post several years ago, “Not queer like gay; queer like escaping definition. Queer like some sort of fluidity and limitlessness all at once. Queer like a freedom too strange to be conquered. Queer like the fearlessness to imagine what love can look like, and to pursue it.”

They insist that without an explicit historical record of their sexual encounters—diagrams, detailed descriptions of their conquests—to serve as undeniable proof, there’s no need to invent a queer history for them. Perhaps they had watched the same episode of Sex and the City that I had—“If you’re not going to eat pussy, you’re not a dyke”—to come