To writers who believe they are slow learners or that they are behind

It doesn't matter how long it takes you to get there. Just the fact that you get there is worth it.

Real monsters

I used to believe that monsters lived under my bed. They loved scaring me in the dark. “That’s where they stay,” Society told me. “Where they belong.” But Society also ordered me to keep my stomach flat so people would like me. Short hair was for men. Lesbian. I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t lift anything … Continue reading Real monsters