perspective.

I’m not going to lie. I woke up super annoyed today. I have to be honest with myself and realize that everything happening to me while in Chicago is a result of my own decision to come her, unknowing of what to expect. Yes, I can blame the social conditions that have led to come here. I can also put the limelight on the manifestations of my own status as a queer Chicano from a working class family. While all this is true, the “suffering,” if I can even exaggeratedly call it that,