But those fireworks sure were pretty

But Those Fireworks Sure Were Pretty

It was July 4th, 2015. I remember I was dog-sitting for my best friend. The dog and I were chilling in my apartment, listening to music. Stomach growling, my nutritional intake consisted of a burgundy concoction of liquors. I called myself trying to escape the realities of low funds and no major food in my…

Still Broken. Still hurting. Why?

Even after all these years of accepting and understanding my sexuality, I still feel completely misunderstood, and what scares me about this is that I don’t feel that I ever will be understood. Here I was thinking that coming out of the closet would make me feel like a freer individual, but what I’ve realized…