For me, queer studies has been one way to make this private, solitary, and inchoate feeling of being a fraud–a feeling that surges and subsides like a flare–into something like a critique. The feeling, it should be said, also erupts in gatherings of witty, edgy, and beautiful queer people. It is a more fundamental question of being, exploding when the decorousness of the normative, however indicated, becomes too much to bear.
