I was an angry kid because I already knew everything was bullshit, and I knew it didn’t have to be that way. While knowing it wasn’t my fault didn’t stop me from being wounded by it, it also doesn’t diminish my responsibility to heal those wounds myself, and to not pass them along.
Read MoreAnd what does fake vs real even mean in a world of drag anyway? What the fuck does it matter?
Read MoreWhen I think back on the most powerful times of my life, I find that solitude has usually played an important role in my power.
Read MoreWith every mile I put between me and the fire, I felt safer and calmer.
Read MoreI’m no longer going out of my way to hide or to not mention what I do.
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