The Stars and the Cookie Jar

This is just me dropping by to say that I'm happy -- I'm most content in my own skin -- and learning every day that if there are memories that keep coming back to hurt you, the best thing to do may be to find yourself someone to help you overwrite them. The past is starting to feel like the palimpsest and not the story of me. I can't help but think this is a good thing. And I know I'm loved.

It's still coming on October, though, so have some salt. Lots of salt. Salt is cheap.

(I wanted to write a whole long thinky digression about love and identity and partnerships and gender and skin-shifting and sex, but I think we're all better off I didn't.)