She makes her Daddies proud. #Resist

When the headlines echo the book project you’ve just completed writing, I think that’s called synchronicity, or maybe history repeating itself. #wip #onsubmission #lgbtqauthors

So proud of our governor for standing up to tyranny! #i’llseeyouincourt

The monuments of hate and fear might be toppling, but the ugly specter of white supremacy is still horrifyingly present. Look no further than our current administration. Weathersby is a beautiful lyric writer. This is a book that must be read. #inopencontempt

Damn, that felt good.

Two years ago today my heart stopped beating. Honestly , I wondered if it was all over. Lights out. Heart put on ice. I dreamt of my childhood home on Latham Road. And then I woke up, tube in my throat, two smiling faces. I was so thankful to be alive. I still am. I hold onto that gratitude.

Me and my husband, aka the gay agenda. Scary stuff.

In a gay bar restroom, beneath a Freudian sky.

Night magic.

I made keto croutons for the stuffing and low carb pumpkin pie. Tomorrow I’ll be a hero or never allowed to cook again.

I designed, built and installed this writing space, with no prior woodworking skills, just some IKEA hacks and kitchen cabinets. I still walk in every day astounded the vision in my head somehow became reality. Is it imperfect? Yes, but like my scars, I cherish the hard won accomplishment.

After my type 2 diabetes diagnosis, I worked hard and lost a lot of weight which is great, but I was unprepared for the insecurity that reappeared. As a gay closeted kid I learned to hate my skinny body and it still haunts me. Be kind. Please never body shame anyone, especially queer kids.

A little Billie Holiday is always a good idea.

That new car smell of writing something fresh and current.