OMG! I can’t believe I finally reached 15k! Guys, thank you so much! It was a goal of mine to reach it by the end of the year and I didn’t think I would make it but I did with a month to spare! So really thank you everyone who’s following me to help me reach this goal. It really means a lot to know that you like the stuff I post.
I thought I’d do a follow forever just so I can recognize everyone that’s I’ve been following from the start and all the people that have made tumblr a great experience for me. Everyone on here is awesome and some of you are bolded if we’ve become close and talk or a mutual of mine. I love all you guys! And if I missed anyone, sorry, I really tried to get everyone I could.
Sometimes when we’re out in a new neighborhood or walking home late to our car, we won’t hold hands. Why? Some people out there are afraid of what’s different, and sometimes they want to hurt people like Stef and me. So, every time we’re out and I want to hold Stef’s hand, but I decide not to? I get mad. I’m mad at the people who might want to hurt us, but mad at myself, too, for not standing up to them. ‘Cause the thing is, if you’re taught to hide what makes you different, you can end up feeling a lot of shame about who you are, and that’s not ok. There’s nothing wrong with you for wearing nail polish, just like there’s nothing wrong with me for holding Stef’s hand. What’s wrong is the people out there who make us feel unsafe.