There is not a single day where I do not think about gators. I wake up and put into google “gator” and see what shenanigans they may have gotten into during my sleep. Maybe a gator is at someone’s door, maybe they are crossing the road, maybe even they are even in Walmart
Six years ago, I was homeless, living in a church in Brooklyn, and felt very little hope.
Tonight, I directed a sold-out clown show at Lincoln Center.
Thank you, National Queer Theater.
Only going up from here.
My boyfriend told me he’s mailing me a hand made gift for my birthday and I told him about the sweater curse, and why I’ve never made him a really nice hand made gift and this was his response 🥹🥹🥹🥹 what did I do to deserve him
Life right now can be summarized as me being approached by a stranger in public. Thinking they’re going to clock me as trans and be mean to me and instead cat calling me and misgendering me -which makes me
feel relieved. And I feel strange and full of grief