A love letter to myself

It’s been a bit of a revelation this understanding of the feeling in the pit of my stomach. For so long I’ve been wondering why, wondering where it comes from and how it catches me off guard at 4:00am. It’s difficult to describe, over the past decade, I haven’t been sad or depressed, per say. … Continue reading A love letter to myself

I am a writer, remember?

It’s been almost a decade. Wouah, that makes it sound more dramatic than it is.  Actually fuck that. It is dramatic.  It’s been almost a decade that I’ve been depriving myself from living as my true self. If you know me you may be thinking, hang on a minute. You’ve been openly gay, married to … Continue reading I am a writer, remember?