100812 #human #bunny I love men. It's still so weird to be okay with that. There's so much shame under the umbrella of this truth, but then again not. It's always been there. Every single normal Tuesday, every banana bread, every walk up the stairs to find room 234, every elevator, every stoplight, every convenience store, every time I said something to my dad, every time I wasn't exactly who I was supposed to be, every other weekend, every pair of pants, every pair of roller skates, every blank page, it was always there. It's always been there. Every radio station has been singing and saying it since the snoopy radio days. Since drunk at 15. Every time I looked the other way. Every time I stole one more look back. Every time I carnivalized the macabre flesh of the conspicuous female. Nothing against her, but there's a quieter, a deeper lake. I live there. I dive in and breathe deep and suck it all in, deep in that lake, and I always have, and it's time to let that be real again now finally. I love men. I love men.