I Am A Bleak Heroism Of Words

The Speaking Will Get Easier And Easier. And You Will Find You Have Fallen In Love With Your Own Vision, Which You May Never Have Realized You Had. And You Will Lose Some Friends And Lovers, And Realize You Don't Miss Them. And New Ones Will Find You And Cherish You. And At Last You'll Know With Surpassing Certainty That Only One Thing Is More Frightening Than Speaking Your Truth. And That Is Not Speaking.

Anger, Used, Does Not Destroy. Hatred Does.

We Are All In The Process Of Becoming.

If I Didn't Define Myself For Myself, I Would Be Crunched Into Other People's Fantasies For Me And Eaten Alive.

Well, I Do Not Want To Be Tolerated, Nor Misnamed. I Want To Be Recognized.