“Hurt people hurt people. That’s how pain patterns get passed on, generation after generation after generation. Break the chain today. Meet anger with sympathy, contempt with compassion, cruelty with kindness. Greet grimaces with smiles. Forgive and forget about finding fault. Love is the weapon of the future.”—Yehuda Berg (via shaktilover)
I’ve had a beer so I’m feeling grateful.
Grateful for new friends even though I feel like I’ve tried pretty hard to be isolated or insulated against having new people figure out I’m kinda weird.
Grateful for old friends and the person I am because those people are fukin weird.
Grateful for a boyfriend I feel close to, and someone I can randomly buy fish for and not have the gesture seem weird
I sat down in the shower
and thought about risk and reward.
The risk was rejection, or disappointment,
or maybe you were gonna try to kill me.
But I went for it. I met you.
Damn, what a surprising year.
Is what I thought, soaking in cold water in and out of sleep.
You took a risk too. I hope it’s paid off.
Attended my first Columbus Pride Parade yesterday…kinda unintentionally
Columbus is known as the most progressive city in the Midwest, but that did not prepare me for all the love and acceptance i felt. i got misty eyed when the gay veteren’s walked by. the street had been pretty chill…then they walked by and everyone stood and proudly applauded. about time.
the whole of Columbus Pridefest gives credit to Stonewall, which is BIG in my eyes. we’d still be fucking in meat lockers and dying of AIDS if the queens at the Stonewall Inn hadn’t decided some cops needed their teeth kicked in cause they were perfectly fine the way they were and weren’t willing to spend anymore time in jail and Vito Russo and Harvey Milk and Supervisor Mascone, and every dead queer from the ‘70’s and ‘80’s hadn’t decided that the best things in life come to those who are honest and true to themselves. so…Stonewall Riots, big ups you bright candles, the sun is rising! the horizon is bright, and someday soon everyone in Ohio will be able to marry and die with whomever they fall in love with.
B felt comfortable enough to hold my hand in public and we felt pretty gay about the whole thing. and after getting some afternoon drinks in the A/C at a small brewery, we went into one of the many sex shops on North High and tried to make the worker blush, but that didn’t work and they (understandably) didn’t have public restrooms, so we went back to the hotel and watched a movie and made dinner and were close and felt grateful and tired, and i got mistyeyed thinking about the past year, Thank you B for everything.
then i found this in my fridge when i came home, and felt nothing but love. Nothing but Love.
It’s a hard thing
watching an old drunk
torn shorts and yellowing socks
trembling toothless lips
hanging out at the end of the highway
hat in hand
asking me for money.
I turn my head
like everyone else.
Flop down on the couch, in the cool A/C
open my phone and forget all about it.
“Hey Columbus friends!
There’s a rad group called the Columbus Radical Mental Health Collective that I help to facilitate. This group is based loosely off of the Icarus Project and is a space for a radical and community based alternative to the mental health system. It’s a safe(r) space, is trans* and queer affirmative, and is open to people of all walks of life and backgrounds. We meet on Tuesday evenings and Saturday afternoons.
If this is something that seems like it would be helpful to you, message me and I can give you info about where and when and you can join us! :)”—