the things we forget on purpose
Part of why I write here is to bleed off some of the pressure of the years of trauma and grief I've experienced, but it's so hard to write when it really hurts.
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I am one with my queerness and my queerness is with me
I love you, my siblings. My family. My dearest friends.
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great, this again.
Do you ever believe something about yourself so hard that even proof doesn't change your mind?
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I write what hurts my feelings
The pain leads me to what is true.
fight like hell for the living
It is never far from my thoughts that some of us have already said our last words to those who are beloved.
the center of the circle
You have no obligation to comfort others. You have space to grieve as much or as little as you can, in each minute and in each day. You do not need to hold emot...