I’m tired of this. I don’t want to not be who I am, but I want it to not be such a bleeding huge deal. Bottom line, it’s nobody else’s business. Not that there aren’t people that I feel like I definitely need to tell. But then the stubbornness flares up and my rationalization is, Why should I even make a point of saying anything? That’s basically tantamount to admitting that I think it’s weird and wrong and something to be uncomfortable with or ashamed of. So then I don’t say anything, because that ought to teach ‘em. Or something; it’s still unclear whom exactly is on the receiving end of this sticking-to. Although, don’t get me wrong, there is still very much also the element of terror and being unable to open my mouth. So there’s that. Stagnation, folks, where I’m supposed to have wrought progress.
And that’s all I have to say about that.