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Come in, come in. These are the hair things I like, gels and pomades and a single comb. I can look at these things and feel like a man. This is my closet, and my hips are my blessing because here I lay my sorrows and joys. Here I lay my broken dreams.

An overeducated contrarian who wants to change the world. Performance gigs, mags and new beginnings. I was even at a festival where someone fangirled over me, which was sweet. They then told me I was invited to .

Original works of fantastic fiction. It just sat there and stared at me. The eyes were all dog, as was the tail, but the snout looked like it belonged on a pig, and there were tiny nubs of horns just in front of the floppy ears. A short way down the road, I felt something brush my leg.

Shit storms, shame, and stories that make you cringe. Come hang out with me. Every once in awhile I get deeply concerned about people and what the hell they are thinking. Seriously, what are you guys doing? Do we need to have a talk? I highly doubt it.

I would love to receive visitors from all over the world commenting on my posts. Thoughts, ideas and facts about life and its difficulties. When hours pass like years. When seconds feel like minutes. When your whole reality is turned upside down. When you feel nothing, but everything at once.

Getting Diagnosed with HIV Taught Me How to Live. My Mother Taught me How to Choose a Family.