There was one aspect of my experience I still needed words for. It was the absence of something. My countryfolk in the Lands of Nonbinary kept talking about something I didn’t understand.
The problem is not our differences, but how you feel about differences. You think being different from other people makes me less. I am different and I am not less.
I’ve always thought I was shy. What if I didn’t start out shy at all? I’ve been beaten back by faux pa after faux pa. “The remedy to ignorance is silence.” I learned this young and I learned it often.
Late Tuesday night, foggy from insomnia, I entered a committed relationship – with myself. Commitment is hard, but this one wasn’t. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner.
Grumpy me, miserable me, has something that peaceful happy me doesn’t have.
I’m finding a need to reinvent myself. Sometimes “reinvention” feels a lot more like “reversion”. I’m 19 again. I’m trying to figure out who I am and what I want to do with my life.
Last night I dreamt my husband found out I was cheating on him…
…I never want for words. I have a sea of them in the antechamber of my mind, but I am my own jailer. I am not in the habit of letting myself out.
Right now, Greta Thunberg is on a boat on the open ocean, sailing for NY harbor. I guess I feel an undeserved kinship to her. I don’t know her at all, but I feel like I get why she is doing this. I too, have felt the existential crisis that climate change suggests. I too, …
The opposite of Pinocchio, who only wants to be a real boy, I’d like to be a wooden boy. Captured forever in the androgyny of youth. I have the female model of the human body. It is a good body. I am so grateful for all the things it can do. But I’m not quite …