You know what’s weird about the whole “it’s not a choice” thing? If it were a choice, I would choose to be gay. But I’m not, quite. But I wish I was for some reason. Why? I want permission to swish around and be free and loose and happy. Why do I feel like I have to be gay to do that? (2016) just cuz a man looks like a man, doesn't mean he is and just cuz he doesn't, doesn't mean he ain't (2015) I’m a little scared because I didn’t do ANYTHING school-related over break. I guess technically you’re not supposed to have to, but. Still. That’s what pot & alcohol & procrastination & perfectionism & depression & loneliness & yelling at your kids & pessimism & being too nice & temper tantrums & regret & elevated perceived threat have in common: fear. I think today’s funk was a message: I’m starting to feel like I can’t do this all by myself. “What should I be spending my time on?” (2016)