I was hoping 2020 would be the year we would put the anecdote “hindsight is 20/20” into practise and it seems we had further to go before we could turn around and start climbing out of the hole we’ve been dug into.
I remember queuing up as a young child to sharpen my pencil with my classmates. Mainly to waste class time of course; and walking back to my desk with my “stick of mangled disappointment” that was supposed to be my writing utensil.
It occurred to me last night that if I get rid of all my pants…
I just find some irony with, the rectangle of sunlight shining on my doorknob at a time when I am locked up in my apartment, sometimes not leaving for 3 or 4 days, and often that just to take the garbage to the chute down the hall.
This was supposed to be the collection I wanted to celebrate this summer. The ‘Rona’ had different plans for us. #url# #turnipstyle #pink #wearyourpride #pride #queer
If Graham was just sneaking around and letting his “lady bugs” out to fly and keeping his nose on his own face then it is none of my never mind which consenting individuals he is getting his freak on with.
I often say the wrong thing at the best of times; never mind when I am this sad, angry and broken. All I have left to say from the bottom of my very broken heart is; I hear you, I see you and YOU matter to me.
Now, I am in no way making any comment about any of your Quarantine-Self-Barbering that you have been undertaking in the past weeks. In fact, I have been overjoyed seeing how many of you surprise yourself with what you can achieve when you put your mind to it.