Forgotten, dismissed, discarded, boxed, and buried. There are so many things I need to let go of...
My Ritalin is making me tired.
Queer sex is not like straight sex. I don't mean the body-mechanics of it, necessarily, I mean the everything else of it. The emotion, the impetus, the follow-through, the mathematics. Queer sex is just different (and better!).
This is the year I'm choosing love, so I guess that goes for myself as well. Hail, Mary, hale and weal, it's time to forgive myself.
It's December, and we're still here, and we're allowed to be unproductive for a while. I'm done apologizing for it.