I was 9 years old when AIDS entered my consciousness, putting a dark stigma became attached to being homosexual. The facts that I knew of AIDS came from what was gleamed from the deaths of Anthony Perkins and Robert Reed, effectively connecting homosexuality with death, separation, and sensationalism. This opposed the previous generation of the 1960s and 70s, who found a footing after Stonewall pushed back underground and took on a seedy 8mm feel. In the pre-internet era, there was limited ability to connect to others in the homosexual subculture, which could counter my first impressions. These circumstances led to low queer acculturation particularly if someone lived away from gay neighborhoods in urban areas. Growing up independent of a greater knowledge of homosexuality, I never became interested in homosexual culture, liberation/movement, camp, or fashion. With limited exposure to homosexuality my development stagnated with a malleable inauthentic identity, designed for avoidance.
The kitchen is rustic and French with plenty of work space that run along the walls, with a rolling island that allows the room to retain an open feeling. There is light filling the white and natural wood filled room from a window that is over the in-counter brass country sink. Storage and the pantry are beneath the counter space on display in glass containers. The appliances are warm red and teal, designed to appear country and antique. Eighteen inches from the ceiling runs a shelf around the kitchen that holds knick-knacks, which provide character that anchor the décor in a whimsical domestic fantasy.
My home would be my showplace, covering up for the tragic flaws that I believe cast me as inferior. Placing the heavy belief that material things will bring me at the very least approval, if not validation. In an effort to grab at validation the subtler aspects of my personality are bulldozed over by generalizations that come with décor shorthand. The harder I work towards the materials that’ll bring me validation, the less easy it has been to achieve that validation. This is because what is validated is not who I am but a façade.
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