M. Sutcliffe, Natives, c.
is the quintessential queer element. We are everywhere, in
everything, like water.
Tides ebb and flood, linking continents. Blood circulates,
continually replenished. Rivers flow to the sea, carving canyons
into mountainsides. Water is constantly moving, and it is always
there, as persistent as the inexplicable existence of same-sex love.
Water flows to fit any shape. Its movement continues around, above
or below any obstacle. At all times, in all conditions, we persist
in our loving. We have no beginning. We have no end.
Water is threatened and endangered: ditched, diked, dammed,
drained, poisoned. Yet nothing can live without water.
Water reflects and evokes our double, the watery one we ache
for and cannot have. It is a symbol of this thirst. Water is the
home of the great sea goddess, an angry lesbian image, and the
salmon, whose impossible journey across the ocean and up the river
is a homecoming that being queer proclaims. Rain nourishes the
earth. Earth and water meet and mix in wetlands, the origin of life.
The aquifer is an underground reservoir of cold, clear water.
Being queer, we stay close to the ground, like water. Water
is our kinship with all life. ▼