My first temptation is to rant.
The excitement that loss [bisexuality] extremely launches is cruel.
The first order of knowledge for me is observation.
It is worrisome when the freedom one belongs to (that is, the freedom I like to say is laughter, friendly good parts of life) doesn't become presence of self for others. I feel I disappear without making my presence known to the commonality, which in this realm, seems to be under the purview of a "middle-class."
It is peace which brings hope; peace which makes the intercourse of each available to all.
[However] I have also witnessed peace and individuality commingling upon the success of a demonstration for transgender rights. A rush of joy to which I belonged which (I have no idea whether I love my work) enveloped our transiee house living room became lavender work,
As soon as lab
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