Writing with Intention
When I got that tattoo, dude I realised that the opinions of others over my own body are worthless. I’m marked now with a permanent fixture that reflects back so much love and understanding…
Now don’t get me wrong – I am not a garbage heap of a person – but I recognise that there are parts about myself that are not necessarily conducive to my own happiness. So they have to go. Or I need to get better at dealing with them.
Or accept them altogether.
I suppose it is a good thing that I still tend to surprise myself. Which I have done, with the answer I came to when thinking about this question. What is the Greatest Love of my Life? I was watching a Vanity Fair interview with Stephen Colbert, where they had asked him this question andContinue reading “Figuring Out Basic Things About Myself”
Not only have my own first times been on my mind, but also everyone else’s. Everyone whose first time involves me. Any kind of first. First Kiss. First Colleague. First Friend. The intense interconnection of all of us, of everyone I know.
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