Mindless Ramblings of the Queer Kind

I have never been particularly good at talking about myself. Each school year or activity when the instructors gathered everyone into a circle and asked them to “share one interesting fact about yourself,” I panicked. I mean, sweaty palms, stomach ache level panic. What would I even say? Who was I to presume that I had anything interesting about me?

Flash forward to now, and I am here on a platform assuming that people actually want to hear about me and my life. Who would have thought that we would make it here, huh? I still, on some deeply traumatized level, don’t feel like there is anything “special” about me. I am just a person. I wake up in the morning and stumble my way to the kitchen and make my coffee so that I can function enough to make my way to work, pay my bills, blah blah blah. Yet, every time I meet someone new, they are surprised to hear about the lives I have lived, the things I have experienced, the things that I have seen. So I finally said, well what if?

What if there are people out there who want to hear about my adventures? What if there is someone out there who could benefit from hearing about the ways that I have survived? So… we persist.

So if you have found your way here… Welcome. I am happy to have you here. I hope that you find something here that speaks to you. I hope that if you feel hopeless or helpless in the times that we are living in, you see someone who is making it through when they never thought they would see thirty. I hope you reach out if you need a friend, and I hope you interact.

So my friends… This is my life.