I Can't Cater To Everyone's

Being With Friends Felt Like A Burden. I Remember Just Sobbing.

I'm Lucky Because I Intentionally Keep My Overhead Low, And So I Can Say, "no, Thank You."

People Who Like What I Do Come In All Shapes And Sizes. Not Sure What The Common Denominator Is Per Se. Oh, It's Meeee! But To Be Embraced By A Progressive Community Means Something To Me And This One Feels Like Home.

I Can Only Speak From My Own Experience, And I Would Say That The Depression I Experienced Feels Like A Chemical Change. When It Came Over Me, When It Comes Over Me, It Feels Like It's Coming Over Me Like A Flu.

As Soon As A Woman Is Old Enough To Have An Opinion And Have A Voice And Be Unafraid, She's Very Much Encouraged By All Sorts Of People To Crawl Under A Rock And Die. And It's So Weird. My Crime Is Not Dying.