It’s Mother’s Day coming up, so I’m thinking of all the women in my life and all the awesome roles they play (mothers, non-mothers, and never-mothers alike).
being gay is a constant battle between “i wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds” and “hey let’s go throw rocks at fascists” and i think that’s very sexy of us
I love the phrase 'sinuous tenacity'. It describes what you are to me at certain times when i feel at sea and like because the most preferable option isn't available, that nothing is available. Thank you for always reminding me we'll find a way.