Thanksgiving is a hard day for many queer folks who feel pressured to spend the day with biological family who don’t accepted them, and for those who have been disowned by their families the day is even harder. For me Thanksgiving was once a reminder of everything that I didn’t have; parents, a family, a home.
I feel so phenomenally thankful that now it’s a day filled with my loving little chosen family. All day as I’ve ruminated on how thankful I am, I’ve also spent time thinking about my extended kicked out family; those on the streets, in foster care, sitting alone in an apartment longing for a family, and everyone lucky enough to be spending the day with chosen family.
To those for whom this day has been difficult, please know there are people who care about you. Someday I envision a big thanksgiving feast for the misfits, freaks, and the queers without biological families. I believe that building chosen family is one of the most radical and important things that any of us can do and I just want to say that I consider every one of you part of mine. I feel thankful for each of you. Take care of yourselves, and know there are people in the world who love you.