Oh good lord, do I want to be one of the great writers to really get it right. I probably won't be. The fact you, dear readers, know my name is quite baffling to begin with. I don't write for you. I write for me, but I also don't necessarily want to be lost in the ever gnashing maw of time. What a balance I'm striving for.
Tag: LGBTQ
Anxiety Is A Fickle Bitch
Sometimes, I write things that I think come close to explaining how I feel without being too much or too little and hits the right balance of darkly realistic and funny. Sometimes, I write things that make me think, hmmm... maybe I'll be good at this one day. Anxiety says, "Simmer down, god complex."
A Gay Little Reading List
Representation is vital. For every single minority group and person. This picture just makes me happy. We live in a world of spectrums and differences. All of it, every single one, should be depicted in art, media, news, books, everything. The world cannot grow into a better one if we ignore all the people who… Continue reading A Gay Little Reading List
11… Reasons I’m Proud… of Myself
Being proud of other people is so easy for me, but finding an ounce of pride for, in, myself... impossibly hard. So, in the vein of loving hard things and being a better person, I decided to give myself this exercise in self-harm, I mean, self-love. I'm doing my best, I didn't say I was doing great.
A Stack of Novels I Read Once Upon A Time
I read these books too long ago to actually review them. So I’m not going to. I also took the picture with these for a roundup so long ago I not only had bangs but long hair. So enjoy the flashback.
11… Memories We’ve Made Over Seven Years
Today marks seven years of doing life with Dylan. Our family is about as far from traditional as we could possibly be, and yet we’re still here making it work every day. We've had good years and bad years and in between years. He can be a real asshat sometimes, but in a world where I question how everyone feels about me, he's made sure I never question if he loves me. At the end of the day, I have spent seven years with my best friend and pawtner. He was not the fling I meant him to be, but my life is better because he came into it.