Revolutions somehow always seem to start at living room tables. On our first day in South Africa, we sat at a wooden round one, facing noon, water, land, a buzzing Cape Town skyline under construction and this question: “Look around you, this is black and queer at its finest. What does it mean to step foot in this fullness?” It was a question that we were posed by one of the guests on our first day of residency. As residents based in Amsterdam, respectively born and partly raised in Kigali (Rwanda) and Kampala (Uganda), it was a reckoning that we had to face. And essentially a questioning of how we sustain our queer existence in the world beyond that room.