On a somewhat abandoned factory exterior facing wall someone spray-painted the word, in its entirety, “MEANINGLESSNESS”. I sit, typing in my somewhat dilapidated apartment, a six year anniversary upon us, and a pretty bleak future of opportunities, goals, and dreams. I am not what my family tradition and identity had brought me up to be, but I was definitely molded by those experiences and that history to be basically the person I am today. Kind, sensitive, somewhat indecisive –and sexually, philosophically, intelligently, and productively CONSTIPATED. I identify as part of the queer community now, yes, but what does that mean to me? What does that mean to my family? and…