Every morning I sit at the kitchen table over a tall glass of water swallowing pills. (So my hands won’t shake.) (So my heart won’t race.) (So my face won’t thaw.) (So my blood won’t mold.) (So the voices won’t scream.) (So I don’t reach for knives.) (So I keep out of the oven.)…
please remember that, even though i am open about my sexuality and the expression thereof, i am not implying that this is the only approach to sex. we must remember that there are people who prefer to abstain from sex, are uncomfortable around it, and just have no interest in it at all. being a sexual being does not have to be the norm, and it is important to remember that.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
"Your choice of currency should not be of paper money and golden coins but yet that of blood, sweat, and tears."