I Shop Only At Thrift Stores And

I Have A Lot Of Really Wonderful Friends Who Are Of Very Different Sexes And Genders.

For A Long Time I Felt Like I Was Fighting My Age, Like I Was Constantly Trying To Prove To People That I Was A Savvy Peer, And I Felt Them Viewing Me As A Kid. I Was A Cocky Kid, And I Felt Like I Was An Adult At, Like, 9, You Know? I Think That’s Because My Parents Always Treated Me As An Adult.

Friends That I Value Most Are People Who Would Essentially Use Physical Violence Against Me At A Time When I Seem To Be Teetering On The Edge.

New Jersey Was Actually A Very Cold Place. There Was Such An Intense Concentration Of Wealth, And Such A Low Concentration Of Any Actual Human Happiness. A Lot Of People Seem To Be Similar To The Kid In School, Which Is Doing A Lot Of Things With No Direct Consequence To Their Joy, Or Their Lives.

I Don't Need My Sexuality Celebrated, And I Certainly Don't Need It To Be Criticized. I Didn't Necessarily Want It To Be Observed, But Here We Are.