My Mom understands now why it’s been so hard for me to actually “come out.” She sees/observes/listens to/reads about so many people in the LGBTQ community coming to their demise or treated like dirt and I cannot even tell you the pain I see in her eyes b/c she worries about me even more.

If I want to continue to make it, I have to believe in the goodness of the hearts of those who are not evil — of those who build me up instead of tearing me down. This . . . blows my mind.

I am more than breath & bones. I am nectar in waiting. “You write like a jagged, beautiful dream.” ©Martha Manning •https://acorneredgurl.com