Why the name?

Strawberry Fields is a poem I wrote as an ode to the sacrifices made by queer folks, some reflected in my personal life, as well as a celebration of the resilience of humanity to push through even the most difficult of times.

This newsletter by the same name is a challenge to myself to live as a liberated man, sharing the journey and reminding myself that this is the life I deserve.

Even in our darkest hours there is still joy to be found; life is full of contradictions.

At the end of the day, we all deserve to dance in Strawberry Fields.

Strawberry Fields

I am sorry for the young legs, still sore from the womb,

That are thrown at the base of a hill and told to climb.

I am sorry for the cuts and bruises on bare feet,

The blood-soaked hands rubbed raw from prayer.

I am sorry that this one life they have begins not with joy

But with pain and doubt,

Questioning why they are

Climbing

And why