21 years

• a day ago: work.
• a week ago: finishing up a 3-day weekend.
• a month ago: watching the season finale of Euphoria.
• six months ago: i ended 8 days in a row at work.
• a year ago: still in a pandemic, but maybe there was some light there.
• three years ago: i was working on my card readings.
• five years ago: whatever had happened, i didn’t want to remember it.
• ten years ago: had a very different set of goals that i wanted to do. i wouldn’t be able to do them due to bullshit.
• fifteen years ago: i thought my then boyfriend could give me everything i ever wanted.
• twenty years ago: Ray kissed me.

where do i begin?

i have been blogging for over 21 years. 21 years, looking at notebooks and Word, putting down thoughts and feeling on some type of paper, and then the internet.

i am not the girl from 20 years ago. she was a straight white girl and not the wonderful queer mess i am today.

i am content with where i am. it’s the not the best but i am not at the bottom of anything.

here’s for 21 more years.