Why I Am An Avocado
Fragments of queer narratives, characters and confessions tie together with the question we all ask: what makes me an avocado? Am I ripe? Do I come in a pair with unnecessary plastic protecting me from squeezing hands? Or am I just a soft single, left in the corner, destined to be part of the never-ending food waste?
There might be an answer. There probably won’t be.
But, we'll definitely need your help.