In junior high school I read The Pigman, a coming-of-age story about two kids who encounter tragedy that hurls them into adulthood. I often wondered when I would meet The Pigman myself and have to grow up. It didn't take long.
The Los Angeles LGBT Heritage Month Writing Contest encourages queer youth to make a video or write -- poem, essay, short story -- a creative work connecting to their life with a larger history.
How did reading get to be such a faster-pussycat-hurry-up activity? We listen to favorite songs over and over without apology or distraction. They make us feel good, no explanation necessary. But with books, there's this myth that it takes a "long time".