I think maybe the most frustrating feeling in the world is to have something to say but not know how to put it into words. To have lived through something but not be able to get it out of you before it festers.
When I was a child, I always thought that to run away, you had to physically get up and run, as the kids did in the movies. A hateful shout, a slam of a door, then run. I’ve learned that lots of people run away without even going anywhere.
Sometimes men like men.
Sometimes women like women.
Sometimes women like men and women.
Sometimes men like women and men.
Sometimes people don’t like anyone.
Sometimes a man might want to be a woman.
Sometimes a woman might want to be a man.