The vast majority of queer people have experienced rejection, in varying degrees, from families, culture, and religious institutions if not outright antagonism, physical, emotional, and spiritual abuse.

Even in the best familial circumstances, no one escapes the blade of negative self-perception that results from rippling shocks of vicarious trauma that continues to echo within our queer bodies, molding us into creatures who perpetuate and reenact our feelings of deep unworthiness.

To heal these wounds, we must crawl inside them, accept our pain as well as our resistance to it, and behold our own roles in the continuation of those formative fractures. I, Faggot explores the potentiality of integration within one who owns those painful experiences by which he has been shaped.