Camp can mean a number of things to queer folks. It’s a word that demands context. Is it John Muir lighting a fire or Liberace lighting up a stage? Is it Cheryl Strayed’s Wild or Shelley Long’s Troop Beverly Hills?
“Camp is the spirit of extravagance,” writes Susan Sontag in her famous 1964 essay on the subject. Camp is also the spirit of simplicity, as Henry David Thoreau outlines in the dreamy prose of Walden.