1 25 2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document I used to do panels sitting in front of a room full of strangers introduced as queers to university students some staring at us in fear as though their teacher had just said today’s guest speakers are murderers or aliens from another planet we’d reassure them we don’t bite, unless you ask and we like you ask us anything if it’s too personal or inappropriate we might not answer, but go ahead and ask back when we were more rare on tv we were the faces the first time many of them knew they were in the same room as a queer privacy is a luxury of privilege and we were opening up to such scrutiny to try to prove our humanity for maybe future equal rights or at least so the next queer they met would have it easier they’d ask about our coming out our dating and sex lives, our families and especially our parents occasionally convinced they’d figured out why we were gay, they hadn’t sometimes they’d ask why not try harder to be straight or if we could take a magic pill to change perplexed and confused by our answer, no even with the prejudice, discrimination, hate it was hard to explain but I wouldn’t want to be different than I am the world should be different, not me as a child some places would make me sick sounds could strike and hurt sometimes even a person talking normally was so loud and painful I’d wince other noises I wouldn’t notice at all most light is fine, but a few kinds are brutal one store in particular was wrong I’d feel wrong and it was terrifying and no one cared, brushing it off telling me I was fine, to stop complaining until I started screaming this store is killing me, we have to leave I tried too hard to be normal, to fit in for years until I realized the impossibility normal people don’t have to work that hard at it the best I could do is fake it and that was exhausting I was asked why I was so weird what was wrong with me and I never understood why didn’t see the connection among all my bizarre random quirks finally vindicated well into adulthood when I was diagnosed autistic my mother apologized for not believing me about certain stores hurting me and I apologized for being an absolute nightmare to pack a school lunch for but I wouldn’t want to change my brain trade it for a typical one, not now I can’t explain it as different, odd, sometimes difficult that it is I wouldn’t want to be different than I am the world should change, not me the most incredulous and passionate argument I’ve had about not wanting to change a different part of me was about with my physical disability which granted sometimes it frustrates me and causes me physical pain but I would not have lived my life been the person I am without this my path, experiences, perspective how I move through life how I move through each day shaped by something from which I can’t separate and it’s one I really don’t know how to explain but I wouldn’t want to give up being me the challenge and creativity of so many workarounds why “fix” another kind of existence when the world could change to be more welcoming These are a few of my parts a few of the ones that don’t fit what others have wanted me to be a source of dissonance, frustration being out of place maybe without one place for all I am but it feels so simple to me hearing the why can’t you refrain I remember those moments the confused, perplexed faces and not being able to explain but just saying it, no I wouldn’t want to change this for an easier life but the world should change it shouldn’t be so hard to accept us —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/415">Deborah Chava Singer (she/her)</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. lack of acceptance Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource I can't explain it, but I wouldn't change this Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Deborah Chava Singer Author Tag: Autistic Author Tag: bisexual Author Tag: disabled Author Tag: Jewish Author Tag: Mental Illness Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: pansexual Author Tag: polyamorous Author Tag: queer Content Notice: lack of acceptance Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Contributing Authors Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all authors who have contributed to the Anthology. To browse authors by identities, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Author Contains a poem written in plain text. Author Biography Biographical information about a person. Deborah Chava Singer is originally from San Diego, California where she studied with the Mesa College Drama Department and was a part of the creative writing and performance group, Queer Players. While going to school (in something else) in Toronto, Ontario she remembered her heart first belonged to the creative arts. She’s been living in Washington since 2007 and loves trees. Her writing has appeared in Disabled Voices, Papeachu Review, Stonewall’s Legacy, Chantwood Magazine, Hashtag Queer 2, The Santa Fe Literary Review, The Human Touch, Cirque, MUSE, Jonathan, Chaffin, Twisted Vine, Labletter, Off the Rocks, Rockhurst Review, Trajectory, Steam Ticket and others. Poems List of poems attributed to the author. <ul><li><a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/416" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">I can't explain it, but I wouldn't change this</a></li> </ul> Region The region of Washington State in which the author lives or has lived. Southwest Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Deborah Chava Singer (she/her) Author Tag: Autistic Author Tag: bisexual Author Tag: disabled Author Tag: Jewish Author Tag: Mental Illness Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: pansexual Author Tag: polyamorous Author Tag: queer