“As a queer person specifically, there was never a moment of rest — whether living in my car or on the streets — I always had to be on high alert. I was always filled with adrenaline. Trying to sleep on the streets, all you can think about is: ‘Is anyone coming?’”
The Jeff Griffith Youth Center: A Place of Hope for Homeless Queer Youth
Photo by Clementp.fr/Wikimedia Commons “Kill yourself, dog shit,” the man muttered as he pedaled past me on his bicycle, the wheels creaking as he wobbled away up the street. It was 7 o’clock on a Saturday morning, cold and gloomy,…
