It’s hard to know where to start to say something in the wake of Kevin Killian’s passing. I’ve spent the last week broken up knowing he was in the ICU and then failing and then eventually passing on out of our immediate surround. I’ve been sleepless and sad and silent and have spent the past days looking at wonderful photos and taking in the hundreds of truly loving and heartfelt tributes posted on Facebook and elsewhere. All of it cutting deep. And the photos of him and Dodie giving me the most pause, to see their total love and happiness in all of their photos together. What a singular stunning story of devotion and art and love they shared. Something wasn’t entirely real for Kevin until he could share it with Dodie. I’ve been watching, with gut laughter and intermittent sobbing, videos of him reading and talking. I’ve been rereading his interviews with complete astonishment at the casual way he summoned such wide knowledge and combined it with his instinctual intelligence.