Shaping the Queer Voice

I have practiced my voice for as long as I can remember. At eight years old, I would gather a laundry basket of stuffed animals and wander into the back yard where the small acre’s length of lawn and maple trees seemed endless. The creek sparkled through, and beyond that horizon, all was infinity. I would set each of the animals in a semi-circle under the shade of gently applauding broad leaves and begin…to speak to them.