Long Week. Long Month. Long

In The End, I Had To Call Myself A Faggot, Which Really Annoyed Me, Because 1. I Don't Think That Word Should Ever Be Used By Anyone, Let Alone Me, And 2. As It Happens, I Am Not Gay, And Furthermore, 3. Chuck Parson Made It Out Like Calling Yourself A Faggot Was The Ultimate Humiliation, Even Though There's Nothing At All Embarrassing About Being Gay.

I'm So Proud Of You That It Makes Me Proud Of Me. I Hope You Know That.

It Turns Out That, Somehow, There Are A Tremendous Number Of Things To Be Optimistic About.

Breaking Down That Wall Is The Kind Of Story That Might Have A Happy Middle - Oh, Look, We Broke Down This Wall, I'm Going To Look At You Like A Girl And You're Going To Look At Me Like A Boy, And We're Going To Play A Fun Game Called Can I Put My Hand There What About There What About There.

It Is So Hard To Leave—until You Leave. And Then It Is The Easiest Goddamned Thing In The World.