Springfield

i never wrote about my trips to Springfield this year.

and there is just one thing i really want written down.

in May, on the last night there, my and Colt left the bar and just drove around. i think the windows were down and he just speeded around in the dark on the back streets. i just put my head back and close my eyes.

i didn’t fall asleep but i was only many things that night and it was such peace. i don’t know what it was but it was peace.

last weekend, that fucker tried to kiss me and ended up with a mouth full of the side of my hair (because i can’t deal with that much love from another man).

and here i am, an AFAM non-binary who got lucky at the gay bar (on showtune night) with a gay man.

yeah, i can not handle that much love. sorry Colt.

and what sucks about last weekend was, even with me drinking and doing all the drugs in my purse, i was still the mother hen and watching over Colt trying to cross the road to put on a different pair of shoes.

Colt, i am pissed about the pic you posted on Twitter and i promise not to leave you gifts in your bed.

i can not wait for May.