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A fellow queer community member told me this summer that friends of hers bought the house on my block in Brooklyn. Yes, they were white, twenty and thirty-something queers, female bodied, professional. They were also a collective of 8 women who decided to purchase a place together. Friends on a deed – a breeding ground for disaster!
I was heart-broken, since I have lived in East Flatbush my entire life and couldn’t afford to live here. What to do, now that the housing market has pushed me north (or out of state) and let in comrades to reap the benefits of what my grandparents and parents have sowed?

My mom moved out of Brooklyn in 2014. My dad is selling his Bedstuy building after 20 years of expense, hopefully walking away with a profit. My grandparents who owned retired in Florida, while my grandparents who didn’t own never made it out of the projects.
And now I’ve purchased a house – but not in my hometown, and reconciling.
You can imagine my inner evil rise when I heard from the fellow community member recently that the collective owners have turned on each other. Serves them right! – I thought (initially).
Now I see that there is so much madness involved in being on the other end of the renter/landlord spectrum. Renting?!?!?!?! Aaack!.
More on that soon!
As you know – I am obsessed with housing and I happily purchased my first home…somewhere in NYC.
Where:
East Flatbush (aka) my hometown that I can no longer afford:
It’s on the 2/5 train to Church Ave. Only a couple of blocks from the train -literally a 4-5min walk. You can also walk 10 minutes to the Q train to Church.
The streets are littered with eateries and 24 hour laundry and vegetable stand, Caribbean Cuisine, ital/natural juice bar, health food store, duane reade, rite aid, traditional doughnut shop, plenty of Trini, Jamaican, and Haitian spots to indulge. A very lovely five minute bike ride to Prospect Park, and off of Bedford Avenue bike lane.
PRICE (utilities included):
Per month – three bedrooms $750, $850, and $950 for the rooms if three separate people.
Or entire apartment $2400 (“entire apartment” means if I have to correspond with only one person as opposed to three, so for a couple or a coven of witches or an independent artist or something similar.)
Or $5800 for ten weeks for the entire apartment flat – no questions asked – that’s as low as I can go!
When I looked through my contacts list to find friends to revisit for the holidays, I realized that many are going home to family in the many small towns of the States. It reminded me that so much of our personal identities are culturally landscaped; we are the geographies of our mother’s home cooking.
What would the mapping of NYC’s bustling queer community measure? How would we plot the points of our friends and how far do we stretch?
One friend I asked as she arrived just yesterday, how is it being in the middle of the country?

“It’s Country and backwards…home regardless…it’s actually hilarious.”
This of course was before we were asked to stop marching because of the death of two fallen soldiers. I must say that although it is all a trajedy, the death of two officers cannot make up for the death of young black and brown men throughout the country. I see these officers as victims of this same war. I hope that no one feels avenged here. War is not the subject of this blog post though.