Anders Crawford
@anderscrawford.bsky.social
Queer kid from rural arkansas. He sometimes writes.
Queer literature doesn’t owe anyone joy. Not commercially viable it-gets-better arcs.
I understand the desire for transformation. For acceptance. For affirmation.
But for me?
Give me the corrosive. The dangerous. The unfinished.
Give me the lived experience. Unsentimental. Non-Redemptive.
I understand the desire for transformation. For acceptance. For affirmation.
But for me?
Give me the corrosive. The dangerous. The unfinished.
Give me the lived experience. Unsentimental. Non-Redemptive.
January 16, 2026 at 8:21 PM
Queer literature doesn’t owe anyone joy. Not commercially viable it-gets-better arcs.
I understand the desire for transformation. For acceptance. For affirmation.
But for me?
Give me the corrosive. The dangerous. The unfinished.
Give me the lived experience. Unsentimental. Non-Redemptive.
I understand the desire for transformation. For acceptance. For affirmation.
But for me?
Give me the corrosive. The dangerous. The unfinished.
Give me the lived experience. Unsentimental. Non-Redemptive.
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Nothing happened when I said it.
That’s what I noticed first.
We kept walking.
Same road.
Same dust.
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Nothing happened when I said it.
That’s what I noticed first.
We kept walking.
Same road.
Same dust.
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January 16, 2026 at 6:42 PM
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Nothing happened when I said it.
That’s what I noticed first.
We kept walking.
Same road.
Same dust.
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Nothing happened when I said it.
That’s what I noticed first.
We kept walking.
Same road.
Same dust.
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