But we have not really resolved this idea that being middle-aged is not beautiful or glamorous and therefore not queer, especially if queer is a brand of professionalized beauty or coupledom.

I've been given to understand that I have become more visibly queer as I've grown older, which I think is funny, because I don't believe my presentation has altered that much since fifth grade when there must exist photos of me in flannel and a flat cap, but here we are.

[Rest of this comment to be completed when my computer isn't suddenly trying to blow up.]