Most of my life, I’ve been looking for somewhere to land. I haven’t yet journeyed into the majestic and mysterious.
From a young age, I’ve felt like I stuck out. I was labeled “special”, “tomboy”, “learning disability”, “stupid”, “heartless”… I was always some of kind of weird.
I was looking for something else, somewhere else. At age 8, I planned to run away to Canada while, living was closer to Mexico. I don’t know why 8 is the age, everyone starts their story. Is 8 when we start contemplating life or just when we start remembering?
Despite, the very real reality of child abuse, I was fighting for identity and self-worth. Some part of me isn’t ready yet. Am tomboy, genderqueer, or just a guy or girl who likes beer? Rainbow Stoner? Was I the same person last year? I don’t agree with the me on Army records: Christian, “I…
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