On a humid, warm night in the spring of 2008, at a party in McAllen, I met the man who would become my first boyfriend. After staring at me all evening from across the room, he finally walked up, introduced himself, and asked who I knew there. “Hardly anyone,” I said.“Good,” he replied. “I don’t know anyone, either. Do you want to get out of here?”“Where did you want to go?” I asked.He shrugged and said, “Let’s go to Whataburger.”The breeze blew weakly through palm trees as we drove. We ordered double Whataburgers in the drive-through, then settled into the garishly lit parking lot to eat. Hundreds of moths fluttered around the lights, reminding me of the Friday night football games I used to watch…The post In Selena, Queer Tejanos See Themselves as Brilliantly Transfigured and Free to Love Grandly appeared first on Texas Monthly.