Just want to say that I’m really proud of myself and when I am challenged by life in the same ways I used to be I react with strength and deep unwavering self love and I still stand tall and brave and I go on. I do not weep without movement, without eating. I get up and I live and I cry in the grocery store and on the freeway but I am moving and then I stop crying. I don’t feel like I am losing myself in things and I don’t feel insane and I don’t feel unworthy or undeserving of…a beautiful life.

Someone, like, every week: Oh… I thought you were straight?

Me, boomboxing Mötley Crüe’s “Girls, girls, girls” while my oozing gay aura literally tints my leather jacket rainbow colors: ‘Salright man, honest mistake, could happen to anyone.