Have you ever been so stressed out that you just call everything off? Pull up the covers, and sleep the day away in your teddy? Or maybe you sit at your desk, staring at your computer, drowning in a sea of post-its.
I used to spend a lot of time looking back at my past, wondering why things happened the way they did; why things didn’t work out the way they were supposed to; and wondering what in the world I was thinking!
When, in the course of the LGBT movement, it becomes necessary for our people to break away from the political parties which have long since suppressed us [cough, Republicans, cough], harnessing the powers of equality and acceptance...
By the time I graduated high school, I earned an A in Haters 101. I was never born with that inner desire to fit the mold, so I was largely accustomed to the haterade the cool kids threw at me as I walked by in my JNCO jeans and black lipstick.
