I am one with my queerness and my queerness is with me
I love you, my siblings. My family. My dearest friends.
I love you, my siblings. My family. My dearest friends.
The self that exists in meatspace and on the internet has become fragmented in a way that deeply upsets me.
The pain leads me to what is true.
It is never far from my thoughts that some of us have already said our last words to those who are beloved.
I have been in peri-menopause for a while now, at least three years, I think? Maybe more? I should be keeping better track.
I had a bad dream which was trying to be a good dream, but it was a bad dream because none of it is true.