the lover pride

Be with someone who is proud of you.

Someone who, first and foremost, takes pride in being with you and wouldn’t dream of keeping you on the down low.

Someone who acknowledge your accomplishments and your strengths, but is also there to help you when your weaknesses get the best of you.

Someone who is proud when you succeed and supports you fully, but is also there to pick you up when you fall down.

Someone who feels blessed and lucky to have you and appreciates you and your efforts no matter how little or big they may be.

Someone who knows that nobody could compare because they’ve already found someone who embodies all that they’ve ever wanted.

Happy Pride Month, friends! 

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo | Meg & Linus by Hanna Nowinski | The Art of Being Normal by Lisa Williamson | Jess, Chunk, and the Road Trip to Infinity by Kristin Elizabeth Clark | Last Seen Leaving by Caleb Roehrig | The Love Interest by Cale Dietrich | Been Here All Along by Sandy Hall | Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde | Absolute Brightness by James Lecesne | David Inside Out by Lee Bantle | No Holding Back by Kate Evangelista | Whatever. by S.J. Goslee

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Finished reading Love is Love and it was 160 pages of love, laughter, but also sadness. But it left me feeling hopeful.
Link to the book

Love is Love https://www.amazon.com/dp/1631409395/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_vEFByb3W7M2CM

All proceeds go to the victims, survivors and families of the Orlando shooting.

Mom

The way I loved her

I    loved    her


Not cared, held dear, tho I did

But loved

With everything that I was I loved her

The first time I ever loved, it was her,

It was everything I had never known


Mom, I was so scared

Of loving anyone

And myself

I saw you wasting away after dad

And I was scared


But then here she was , and I thought maybe, maybe

Our love wasn’t yours,

I could love without finding myself lonely and broken and too old to try again, mom

And I’m still scared, but I’ll love her anyway


And mom, mom please listen to me

You ask me why she has to be my girlfriend

Why not stay friends, why are you doing this Francesca it’s not right for you, why do you crawl into the feeling of being different why do you want to be different, Francesca please stop

But mom

I’m not scared anymore

I’m not scared of loving her

It’s the most simple thing I’ve ever done

It’s the most right, beautiful thing I can do

Why are you scared mom?


I’m not going to break apart, people won’t think you’re a bad mom, mom.


I promise

I love her

And I write her poems

And songs

And I sing to her that one song you heard on the radio years ago and you told me, mom you told me that if anyone loved me like that I needed to not let him go

I love her like that, mom I won’t let her go


So I write her something more

And when it’s too much I talk to her and hope she’ll hear in my voice everything I can’t say

Mom I sing to her and suddenly those cheesy ass lyrics make sense


Mom I’m scared of dying again

Hey what a beautiful day to remember that Agatha Wellbelove (our amazing ace-aro icon!) doesn’t deserve hate for Not Being a Hero™ when all our bitter asses would have probably scampered off the moment a threat was made