People have thought that I’m a closeted homosexual pretty much my entire life. The reaction is always the same.
“thank God”
Thank God you came along and told me what I should be attracted to. Hilarious.
Perhaps if you spent more time worrying about YOU, you’d be as secure as I am.
It was music that helped me understand and embrace the feminine, grace can’t be faked. We associate that trait with female, but I disagree.
A classical guitarist, a jazz player, a piano player (bill Evans), so many, too many to count.
Appreciation of grace is neither male or female, and we’re alive once.
Do you let others tell you how it should be? In THAT area of life?
The dumbest shit I’ve ever heard,and I’ve heard some pretty dumb shit.
Another case of being misunderstood, but hey, don’t bother my ass none.
I’d own it.
And I have no desire to be close to another human being,at this time, because I’m fucked up, and there’s too much to undo.
If you know you’re fucked and still engage with the gravity of love,and all that goes with it…
You’re an asshole, and cruel.
Fix yourself and maybe later.
What other people think truly does not matter, if you like grace? I say embrace it.
Comparison is the dumbest shit of the dumbest shit.
I’ve got it in my mind, I’m going to learn about Dostoevsky today. I keep hearing his name, and I don’t know anything about him.
Headphones are amazing, and I’m so f****** good at everything that I don’t have to pay full attention to the task
dawn 