Queer friends megapost.
This is my family. Everything I’ve been through has been with one of those pictured above. Sanger, Fresno, Oakland - I’m lucky to have had someone by my side, even if I didn’t know it (Jake).
Thank you to Estevan, Jake, Manoug, Andrea, Will, Derrick, Johnee, Keith, John, Alan, Vance, Ben, Casey, and Tory.
The Organ-“Sudden Death”
Things ja-quet texts me.
Some awesome t-shirts that no longer fit. I wish I could buy them again in XL and sell these. Does anyone have experience with letting out t-shirts for a larger frame?
You Oughta Know
((literally crying with chills this is brilliant!))
That kind of thing really pisses me off, though. It’s a feeling I personally have all the time. Like, the only way I can survive in a situation is by clenching my fists to hide my painted nails. I actually find myself doing that sometimes just in case someone would give me a hard time for being gay or feminine — maybe no one would — but someone might. So it pisses me off that I still feel like that at 32. I’m 32, and I still feel meek and apologetic about who I am. In a way, I’m ashamed that I’m not 100 percent there. But I want and need to to be 100 percent there— hopefully for me and other people.
Never mind me. Let’s focus on Amy’s on-point look, inspired by Derek Jarman’s “Jubilee.” We’re at a goth/synth dance night and every song has been awesome.
The influence, for reference: http://brendancultfilms.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/untitled-1.jpg