it's very messy, it's confusing, disorienting, horrible, and wonderful all at once...among many other things

all that matters is learning to love yourself(selves), and to have patience with what will probably be a lifelong, ever-changing facet of experience

It took us years to heal/grow and come together enough to be open and comfortable enough to do any sort of celebrating or public artistic expression...even now, we don't openly plaster ourself as plural

we don't hide it if it becomes relevant, nor scream it from the rooftops

scoped weapons are back btw, THANK FUCK