I’m making scarves this summer. I’ve knit and crochet since I was 12 or so, so obviously I have accumulated a LOT of unused yarn. So I’ve decided, as an outlet for my frustration and loneliness this summer, as well as a way to reach across time to the future when I will see my friends again, I’m making magic scarves. A lot of them. I put magic in by thinking about a person that I’m going to give the scarf to, and thinking about their strength, their love. I think good things for their future and present. And I think about them wearing it and protection for them from being hurt. I’m also making scarves that aren’t for anyone in particular yet, but who they are meant for may reveal themselves to me later, after they’re already done.
This is the first time I’ve tried to do magic since I was very young. I might do some kind of ritual at the end of the summer when they’re all done. I’m really happy that I can do this, take all of this awfulness that I feel being back in VA, and all of the anxiety and hatred and heteronormativity that I feel all around me like the humid air, I can take that and transform it into love and queer friendship and protection. And I’m grateful to Dori Midnight, who visited my queer theory class this semester and taught us about magic, taught us that we can make it up, and let me feel that power.