This is beyond raw. I needed to get it out, and to post it as the past month–since Pulse–has been one for the records. I am emotionally and physically drained. I come in peace. I’m a Northerner who lives in the South, and loves my life here. I really do. Being that I don’t drive, and the one bus stopped… View Post
I cried for the people who died in Orlando. I cried for the boys I was supposed to grow old with. The boys who made me laugh; the boys who critiqued my makeup, hair, clothes, looks and mannerisms; the boys who had me go into bars, and meet men—for them. Something about me being a Gay meter. If there was… View Post
I could have been so much more had I known about nonverbal learning disorder (NLD). I won’t even discuss what I could have been had I not had it. I could have faced my weaknesses head on, not thinking they were all in my head. I could have had occupational therapy (OT). It would have at least given me tools… View Post
When I met the boy who would be my husband,for a second or two, I didn’t want to date him, or run in his pack, or whatever hippie kids did in 1968. It was my first day of college, and once he told me he wasn’t a student, he was Out Baby Out. My boyfriend the year before was a… View Post
Rena McDaniel of The Blogging 911 redesigned my almost twelve year old blog, Courting Destiny.