I draw to to find comfort. I find comfort in the human form. I find comfort in the power of queer people surviving in a world that would rather they didn’t. I find comfort in the dark, in the wide open spaces, in stone, sand, wind, heat, and cold. Yet I look to our planet’s threatened future and find nothing but stone, sand, wind, heat and cold. No comfort. In the future I envision, merely surviving will be an act of defiance. In the future, everyone will be queer. The future terrifies me, but maybe it comforts me a little too.