For me, art is a big part of any conversation. The discussion and representation and normalization of often complex ideas in art and media allows people to understand themselves and each other, and can provide a frame of reference, at times a sort of shibboleth for a group.
I think a lot of people who live with trauma kind of fail to develop in certain dimensions until they get the support they were lacking. You have to build up those parts of yourself from square one, once you know what’s missing.
There’s so much queer art out there in every form, and so much more becoming available, so much in the mainstreamâ€”and that is going to be crucial.
From personal experience, I figured out my queerness (and identified many related problems in my life) by engaging with a children’s cartoon of all things. Musical artists bring a face and voice and familiarity, and when they get vocal about their queerness they can start some important conversations. Janelle MonÃ¡e is a great one right now.
Tumblr, with its heavy focus on visual art and transformative fandom, of course serves as a bubbling pot of queer theory and drama. It’s used as a semi-safe place to experiment with ideas and passions and identities. There’s been this explosion of queer terminology and conceptualization over the last decade, and if you look at the citations an absurd portion of that originates on Tumblr. There are some ugly corners, like everything. But it’s significantâ€”as is the overlap of fandom and queerness.
What with AO3’s 2019 Hugo award, lately fanfic has emerged as a major cultural force on a level not previously appreciated. Its status as a low-stakes garbage medium can often be a way for people to work out their feelings and experiences that can be hard to grasp or otherwise expressâ€”and as a format, oh lawd is it queer, almost by default. Going back to the 1960s, even. The basic terminology goes back to desperate queers finding romance between James T. Kirk and Mr. Spock.
From my own experience, I wrote my first fanfic out of desperation at the lowest point of my lifeâ€”just to latch onto some kind of a creative effort with no expectations, no pressure to performâ€”and within a few months realized I was aroace and trans. It took someone else reading it and pulling me aside for a conversation to realize what I was saying, and even then I had to stew on what they said. But, I must stress firmly, none of this is uncommon.
Trash art like this is amazing, as it is so unguarded and earnest. And much of queerness is about embracing flaws and things other people write off, and saying, you know what, this is important too. To add to that, online in particular, such a community forms around it. Not just on Tumblr, though yeah, that remains a big launching pad even after the 2018 purge and exodus. There are so many outlets for this kind of a thing now, for people’s subconscious minds screaming to be heard.
Art is a way to communicate so much, coded so tightly, that you can transmit reams of information forming a sort of emotional handshake that no one will get unless they do, and for them the message is, you’re not alone. You are not wrong. We are out here.
Art is like Radio Free Europe for the dispossessed and the marginalized, who are told every day they are uniquely aberrant. It’s a way of reaching across the void and affirming a basic humanity to people who are denied it on the regular. And if that art can also speak to a broader audience, and loop them in on the message that there are other ways to be valid? It just knits us all that much closer.
These communitiesâ€”sites like Tumblr and AO3â€”highlight how, unshackled from concerns for IP ownership, art serves as a conversation. Stories and icons and themes return to the culture where they live, where people spin them, riff on them, build on them as tools to understand their own lives and to model for others.
All our understanding of life and the world and ourselves, it’s a story we’ve been handed by the people around us, with a frame selected to encourage a particular reading and behavior.
Queerness is realizing, other stories are available. And we can write them together.