Eve Taggart

I’m sorry we fell out of touch, big sister. I only learned of your death a few days ago, and I’ve been thinking about what a pivotal role you played in my development as a writer and as a young queer person coming to terms with their identity. Collaborating with you on “Villainy Wears Many Masks” remains one of the most memorable creative experiences of my life. I loved you; I still love you. I know it wasn’t easy on you as I grew up and my fandoms and interests changed. I looked in on your writing in your new fandoms now and again, and what I saw was the same striking prose. I hold onto the last time I saw you that day in Austin. That’s how I’ll choose remember you—stubborn and loving, gracious enough to look past regrets.