We are a society of “don’t get involved”. I have read story after story after story here about the one smaller, or fatter, or more feminine, or more or less whatthefuckever than the status quo being publicly victimized as we react like an audience watching a play. I have been there, too, in the center of a sea of people staring as I fell apart and I want to rescue little girl you because oh my what a gift they gave you in a story to tell the world and oh how much I wish it was a gift they’d kept.

and your dad.

fuck.

i get that.

thanks a fucking lot, DAD.

Awesome.

Thank you for breaking THEIR silence, because the Bs and the Js of the world are too often just allowed to walk away, because

why did YOU let it happen? You made them guilty.

How fucked up is THAT?

and i’m sorry you thought he was your friend.

I have two more stories breaking out of my head right now.

i’ll tell one today. Because you make me feel brave.

thanksss

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.